Given that it’s too hot to think, I was going to post my recommendation for cooling down: eat hot soup or coffee. Apparently, though, I’ve been perpetrating an urban myth. I still think there’s something thrilling about slurping down a bowl of pho when the temperature outside is the same as in the bowl.

Nonetheless, the other obsession on my mind is the annual debate over the Song of the Summer, aka the No. 1 Summertime Jam. What will it be, kids? Mims? TI? Kelly Rowland? So far, there’s nothing quite as all inclusively party-starting as last year’s “Crazy”, or even “Hips Don’t Lie,” which I warmed up to.