Today Thea, a tabby kitten arrived. She comes from a young family, 6 weeks old, very talkative and endlessly wanting what our elder daughter called “knee.” We are now in a sea of cheap plastic toys bought hurriedly from the Salvation Army Store, crumpled paper bags which she likes exploring, and things dangling on pieces of string. In the middle, Thea is composed, in charge and very affectionate. She has a foot fetish and spends much time head first inside any shoe she can find.
While juggling Thea and reading New Scientist, I came across a letter from Sandra Baron in Santa Cruz, CA. She suggested that our innate love of music comes from our brains’ constant need both to see patterns and for stimulation, married to “our innate sense of rhythm from the metronome in our chests.”
Makes me then wonder what modern music says about the hyperaroused teenage brains today.