There's a great, gaping hole in my knowledge of pop culture. It's called "Twin Peaks". The year that Twin Peaks hit television, I was a high school exchange student in Rheinbach, Germany. I spent the year watching German soap operas (and when I was fortunate, racy late-night movies on RTL Plus). While I was eating plum cake, the country I left behind was toasting each other with damn fine coffee and cherry pie, while dissecting the finer points of the Log Lady and speculating about Laura Palmer's killer.
My dear wife made educating me about Twin Peaks a priority when we got married, so I've seen about half of the first season. I have a feeling that the weird, poofy early-nineties vibe of Twin Peaks only serves to highlight its otherness. You can celebrate the otherness of Twin Peaks by patronizing thegreatnorthern's Etsy shop, which is dedicated to all things Twin Peaks. How can you spend another day without a Twin Peaks charm bracelet, some Laura Palmer earrings or a cherry pie cross stitch?
As a recently minted resident of the Pacific Northwest, I feel it's my sacred duty. Whenever I grab a little extra time, I'll finish the first season!
