You What Me?

Tea: Pu Erh Dante with ginger

Music: Rammstein, "Du Hast"

Time: Night.

This one's for you, Rod Smart.

Yeah, yeah, I know ... hard rock has never been about the lyrics. And this song's been out for years. And the list of great German rock bands is about as long as the list of reasons to eat well-done steak. (Okay, so even one entry on the band list makes it longer than the steak list.)

And sure, even if you don't know that in German, "du hast mich" means "you have me" and "du hasst mich" means "you hate me" ... that repeated shout of "NEIN!" should tell you something's going on.

I'll be headed back into the gym soon, once my foot heals up. And yeah, "Du Hast" will be on the workout mix. It's not that I feel that way about anyone ... but as any musicologist could tell you (and my experience deejaying long years ago proved), music hath charms not only to soothe the savage breast, but also to rattle its chain and taunt it.

And anger in any language does wonders for the adrenalin levels ...