Deconstructing Christmas Music in Louisiana

This post has nothing to do with world-changing events, and everything to do with putting off doing real work.

I was sitting at the Coffee Beanery today (our version of Panera, complete with free wi-fi and coffee refills), reading about biodiversity and basic philosophical logic, as young thirty-something guys routinely do. Unfortunately, the Beanery has bought into the idea that Christmas season starts before Thanksgiving, so I was being subjected to "delightful" seasonal music, despite my contractual obligation as a man not to do anything Christmas related until December, and certainly not to do any shopping until about six minutes before the gifts are actually supposed to be opened.

Regardless, one piece of music struck me as particularly goofy, given the locale: "Let It Snow" by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne (thank you, Google). Consider:

Oh the weather outside is frightful,

As of right now, it is 71 degrees and sunny. I actually got a bit of a burn, so I moved indoors.

But the fire is so delightful,

A fire in this weather would do nothing, and, in fact, would probably just make it uncomfortably warm. Intentionally starting a fire right now wouldn't be charming and delightful; it would be arson.

And since we've no place to go,

I-210 is spitting distance from me, which takes me to I-10, which takes me to Houston or New Orleans. The only obstacle at the moment is a traffic jam. Additionally, given my underwhelmedness with the locally available bookstores and nightlife, I beg to differ (strenuously!) with the idea that there is no place to go.

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

This is Louisiana. The local response to snow is "What the hell is that?"

It doesn't show signs of stopping,

Strike that - it doesn't show signs of starting.

And I've bought some corn for popping,

Let me get this straight - the guy has a roaring fire, his significant other, and he's suggesting that they *make snacks*?

The lights are turned way down low,

See above. Seriously.

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Again, Lousiana, where winter means the air-conditioning stops for a week.

Nothing more to say at the moment - this has all been an aside to justify not reading about pre-Socratic metaphysics. The gym is calling, so I'll be able to push off reading for another two hours, but like death and taxes, the philosophizing is inevitable.

Alles Gute.