One more thought on musical orgasms: one I especially like is "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay - the peak part for me is the "Oooo-Ooooh OOOOOH OH OOOOOOOOOOH OOOOO" Refrain part (it goes up, then a little down, then back up, and down again). Just last week I twirled around like a 5-year old in her lil' tiara listening to that part - hey, can you blame me? - I was in my vacant Windsor Terrace apartment, it was a sunny Saturday afternoon (that part in the afternoon where the sun's at the perfect spot in the sky and not yet rushing to the horizon), I'd had a beer, and the ENTIRE spot was vacant - I was really feelin the jam and connecting with some force greater than I. Woah okay, I'll pull it back - to simplify, I had a moment, and, iPod in hand, danced around like a blissful fool to the the soothing and liberating "Viva La Vida." This single song, after all, is how I "coined" the term 'musical orgasm,' I thought, they not only build up this part (just like any great orgasm slowly rises to the brink of pleasure), but it's SO GOOD - just miraculous, overwhelming, and simply orgasmic.

I met Eddie contractor on the R subway last week. Covered in plaster from head to toe, Eddie used 'fuck' just about every other word - a real gruff guy with a thick Brooklyn accent. Some people perceive New Yorkers as detached, anti-social, rude, and indifferent. While I do agree with the anti-social aspect when it comes to mass-transit (I myself enjoy the peace of riding a subway, plane, or train without having to speak with anyone), I disagree with the other assertions after meeting Eddie - first of all, HE introduced himself to ME - started talking all about whet he does, how he puts in a good day's work (I almost asked him for a card) but that was all - I'll probably never see "Eddie contractor" again, but that brief and friendly meeting is enough for me to know, once and for all, that good people are everywhere - even ones covered in plaster and that use the word 'fuck' incessantly.