The owls are, again, not what they seem. Coffee has returned to being damn good, and hot too. The gum you like is back in style once more. And my decision to always and forever refer to my voice recorder as “Diane” is suddenly hip and topical rather than a little bit tragic. Unless you live under a pet log, you will probably be aware that some truly momentous news broke recently and is currently echoing through forests and diners and sawmills and Black Lodges: seminal 90s TV series “Twin Peaks” will be reborn in 2016, with original series creators David Lynch and Mark Frost on board for a nine-episode return on Showtime to the world’s most exquisitely fucked up logging town.
Trying to step back from the genuine swell of joy the news first gave rise to is hard: as it was for many people around my age, “Twin Peaks” was so epochal a moment in my development that one can credit it with about 23% of my subsequent personality. Its mix of weird, visionary, quirky, sexy,...
