Another abnormally hot summer day?  How is one to know?  What is the good in knowing?  What would I do if I knew?  The thermometer gauge in the morning sun on the patio is already showing 120 degrees at 7AM.  According to my cell phone news feed report the tundra in Siberia is burning, literally not metaphorically burning.  Is it weather or is it climate change/warming?  If the second of the mentioned, will we simply ride this beast until it devours us … like the fates of a pre-modern time that were thought to be inscrutable, irresistible?

One more small irritant:  the mouse for my laptop is not working.  After every adjustment that I can think of, it still doesn’t work.  I am at the mercy of the touch pad on the Thinkpad device.  Are we also to be driven mad by the technology, tools of our own making?  That would not surprise me.  Nature may be more merciful.

On a positive note, a friend offered a compliment.  He liked the tunes selected to accompany some of my posts.  Rock n Roll has been my lifeline and I consciously view life through the lens of that genre of music.  There is no accounting for taste in music, or anything else.  Who could possibly trace the innumerable influences upon one’s life, the vectors for the music, the dimensional forms, the color combinations that one comes to seek, to desire?  We human mammals are more complex than our investigative methods, and our symbolic systems can possibly capture.

And the most complex art form of all could well be that of cuisine.  That is a cultural edifice-of-the-palate, infinite in complexity and delight.  (Another argument against cultural imperialism/racism)  New vocabularies of necessity are invented when one is exposed to the delectation of new flavors and textures.

To conclude, this tune by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band speaks to the rapture of human sexuality.  Have we not all felt the overpowering charm of another human being, the irrational conviction that the individual of our desire absolutely would solve every conflict, every fearful anxiety?  That thunder in your heart…….

She’s The One

By Bruce Springsteen

With her killer graces
And her secret places
That no boy can fill
With her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft French cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish she’d just leave me alone
Because French cream won’t soften them boots
And French kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh she’s the one
She’s the one

That thunder in your heart
At night when you’re kneeling in the dark
It says you’re never gonna leave her
But there’s this angel in her eyes
That tells such desperate lies
And all you want to do is believe her
And tonight you’ll try
Just one more time
To leave it all behind
And to break on through
Oh she can take you
But if she wants to break you
She’s gonna find out that ain’t so easy to do
And no matter where you sleep
Tonight or how far you run
Oh she’s the one
She’s the one

Oh and just one kiss
She’d fill them long summer nights
With her tenderness
That secret pact you made
Back when her love could save you
From the bitterness
Oh she’s the one
Oh she’s the one
Oh she’s the one
Oh she’s the one