About the name ...
Lox Populi is second only to non sequinir in my amusing-myself-with-fake-Latin hobby. A non sequinir, of course, is the state of wearing clothing not flashy enough to lead a parade. Get it, 'cause no one would follow? I could do this all day long.
I don't understand Latin beyond owning flash cards and having an intuitive ear. Ever the eager dilettante, I grabbed this auspicious URL anyway --- after recovering from my sincere shock that it wasn't already taken --- as a play on words. I now feel pressured to have a thinking man's response to "what the hell is that supposed to mean, and why are you giggling like a maniac?"
Vox Populi Vox Dei translates to "the voice of the people is the voice of God", which I'd submit as a fallacy pretty central to our state of affairs in secular culture, and some aspects of the Church (bad liturgical music and the psychotherapeutic "response" to pedophilia spring to mind).
Moving right along. I was serious in my first post about my affinity for salmon. If I'm choosing breakfast in a cafe, the option of a bagel and lox platter is all I need to see. Two things should now be clear: I will probably never write about food in this blog again, and scathing wit has its place. Mob rule indeed.