Passing Through the Membrane

Sweltering weather here in the County of Queens, but can't let it make a bother—gotta pass through what John McPhee termed "the membrane" and get to thinking only about writing. So signing off 'til early next week—might not circle back to y'all 'til Tuesday, when I'll return with tales of Kenyan anti-corruption efforts, anti-psychic laws in Massachusetts, and (finally!) the porcine economy in the highlands of Papua New Guinea. 'Til then, please enjoy the classic cut above, via the latest Bastard Jazz Radio show. Judging by her lyrics, Ms. McCreary appears to be having a harder time than you.