So, she's out.
Instead I've linked
A terrific violinist and world class star.
Done reading the Emily Dickinson psychological profile and started in on a philosophical tome.
The density of word-to-meaning in the Emily book is far outweighed by the incredible verbal density of the philosophy book.
It's about "reason" least I thought it was when I bought it on line but it turns out that it's about somebody else's book about reason.
Trying to explain such a nebulous concept takes a lot of ink.
But it is fun trying to parse the sentences.
Fun because when one has untangled the polysyllabic nightmare of one of the sentences, one finds him (or her) self facing a rather simple and even mundane concept.
Just shows haw truly complex life can be when you try to describe it.
Like the centipede crippled by trying to explain how he keeps all his feet in order.
Try this; describe the difference you feel when you push "h" on your keyboard and when you push "p".
"h" is in the middle so that, depending on your typing habits, you might use tour right hand or your left hand.
Or maybe you just use one or two fingers.
But, nonetheless, it has to "feel" different because at least you have to mentally measure the the space between the two letters.
And to do this you have to have a mental map of your version of the keyboard that distinguishes between the two.
Which means that there is some brain chemistry difference.
So measure that and tell me exactly what the difference actually "is"
What does that word actually mean?
Or, worse, what exactly is "is"?
One interesting quote is from Karl Marx who seems to think that the "proletariat" needs to have it's "class consciousness" raised.
Obviously, he's never actually experienced proletarianess or he would realize that us of the dirty fingernail class are most painfully aware of the boots in our faces.
Most painfully from those who spend too much time in libraries fantasizing about their own importance.
Anyway, it's a fun read, not only for the satirical possibilities, but because it's work.
Which can lead to insights to the workings and history of human thought.
Also it feeds my stereotype of what "higher education" might have been all about.
Had I experienced it.
My composition teacher David Mesler will be performing some new pieces at Nordstrom hall on the 14th for the SSO's "Day of Music".
I am partially tempted to ask the SSO if I might be allowed on their side of the street for that performance.
But that wound is still suppurating, oozing unseemly substances and odors.
As you who suffer to read this site are all too aware.
So it's just another nail in the coffin of my naive belief in the essential decency of the individual human being.
It's only you who read this who keep the lid loose on that box.
On a lighter note