"his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. "

Quote above is from Molly Bloom's soliloquy in chapter 18 of James Joyce's "Ulysses". I guess it's a nice counterpoint and historical bookend to John Meyer's reported Playboy interview this past week on his varied sexual exploits. I like John Meyer's music, but his Tweets seem to attract more attention for his apparently undisciplined commentary (which I guess is a form of some discipline in terms of his consistent behavior) then any insight into his art. I'm at a loss to explain our attraction to monied outrageousness, label its practitioners as celebrities, and then grasp at translations of their twisted thoughts and pronouncements for some type of insight. I suspect John, his denials to the contrary, is simply an attendee at his own personal “all you can eat” buffet. Does he derive any satisfaction from his own experiences? Who knows? I suspect his representation of some type of postmodern courtship is more of a “tweet level” justification for his personal hedonism than anything else.

As for the rest of us, the question of what we are pursuing never seems to be totally clear. Is it a desire for companionship, a coupling with our “soul mate”, or a loss of self in some pleasurable hormone mediated carnality? Maybe it’s a little bit of all these things, with the true origins lost in misty memories of our own adolescence. Maybe we wake up one morning and find ourselves in a deep sea of emotional and physical intimacy, whose depth and breadth we could not have understood, or suspected, when we entered these waters so many years ago. Maybe we’re glad for some degree of meaning and significance beyond ourselves, glad simple fortune allowed us to participate in this old dance with a good partner, and thankful for an opportunity to somehow stretch the bounds of this mortal frame and for short durations simply “be”, free of even a consciousness of our own finite nature.

I guess I'd rather sign up with Molly than John.