So many people today fear the wind. The wind can be a terrible thing, a nightmare, it's true. Putting that aside for just a while, though, I want you to remember a different wind. Have you ever been, as I have, in the hot afternoon sun, covered with the dust of some half-done work? Have you ever leaned back against a tree too sparse to really give meaningful shade? Have you ever felt sweat run down from your hair, across your forehead and into your red, tired eyes? Have you been there? Now, do you remember the wind, when it came in softly but suddenly? Remember how it was mysteriously cool, as though it had just blown off some glacier hidden somewhere in this corner of hell? Remember the feeling on your skin, like mercy poured out from the sky? You have to close your eyes and sigh, or smile, or cry. Some things are so purely good no one can argue against them, no one can slander or criticize them, things like this wind, this kiss of air. You see? Wind can be good. Most things can.
If you stay for the credits of Nacho Libre, you'll hear Jack Black sing a parody of a Latin love song. It contains the lines:
My love is like the nectar
From a fruit that is forbidden
And also:
But look closer and you'll see
The muscles of my love
He cracks me up.
I'm studying math because I want to understand it. My primary sources of information are a book by Dr. Jan Gullberg, Wikipedia and Susan. Susan is easily the sexiest among these three. I've never met Dr. Jan Gullberg, but I'd be willing to bet that Susan has better boobs than he does. She's also really good with math, so there's that too.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
