So I've made my donation to the LA Kaballah Center and the world has not, of yet, ended. The album is quite good; seems like it'll take some growing as disco, again, is not usually my thing. (Remember, my listening tastes veer more toward whiny, white-boy singer-songwriters by nature.... Can't you tell?)
More than anything else, my inner sociologist remains ever intrigued by the figure of Madonna as cultural bellwether. I mean, c'mon, you never know what to expect from her -- e.g. dropping the F-bomb on Letterman 13 times on Good Friday, as she did in 1995 -- and she's gone from sacrilege to sanctimonious, seemingly without skipping a beat. What's more, the Kaballah thing -- red string bracelets, no performing on Shabbat, giving interviews about immortality, taking the name "Esther" as Hebrew characters stream across the video screen -- is just downright fascinating as a religious phenomenon so powerful it attracts even Madonna, who for so long was seen as the anti-religion.
"Time goes by so slowly for those who wait," eh? Sounds right to me.