Je Vais Prendre Ta Douleur

Handclaps, French, sass, popiness . . . . oh my, I can hardly control myself!

Yesterday, Matt (aka The Definitive Source) sent me "Ta Douleur" by Camille, and I absolutely love it. The vocal percussion, her sweet voice, and the handclaps make for delightful, catchy-as-hell music. The lyrics are also quite endearing--"Je vais prendre ta douleur" means "I'm going to take (away) your pain/sadness."

Sadly, I know very little about Camille, and cannot provide a link to an mp3 of the song. However, the video can be seen here (Real Player). It's interesting--very French. I'm curious as to how they filmed all the parts with the weaving yarn.

Here's hoping we have this at the radio station so I can play it on my handclap tribute this semester.

I don't know about you, but I could go for a nap.

I apologize for the complete lack of updates recently. But it's totally not my fault, I swear. With school picking up, I have far less time to peruse the internet finding amusing things to share and comment on. I also have less time to ponder things. It's not so much that I don't have things to say. More that I don't have the time to sit down and articulate them nicely. Or the free time I have is spent doing other things, like sleep.

I find it interesting how college--higher education--makes me revert to very basic behaviors. Sleep and food are regarded most precious above all else. Spare time: I'll take a nap! Free food: CHOMP! Interesting intellectual discussion/lecture: is there free food? Cause otherwise, I don't know...I could use that time to nap.

It seems as though there's some sort of nerditude conservation principle at work here. I only have so much nerdiness to go around. When in school, putting forth lots of mental effort in classes, my free time is devoid of intense thought. When not feeling the crack of the Physics-major whip, I spend lots of time exploring interests, reading, and writing.

Of course, the fact that I am using a conservation principle to describe my mental exhaution goes against the whole theory....Damn.

A Dorothy Without her Toto

Yesterday, I received a rather upsetting call from my parents relaying the information that Chewi, the dog I've had since Kindergarten, had to be put to sleep. It's amazing that she lived happy and healthy for nearly 15 years, only showing significant signs of aging in the last year or so.

We had several reasons to suspect that she wouldn't be around too much longer. But, even when you think you're "prepared" for a death, it doesn't make it any easier to accept when it happens. Especially when it's a pet who's always seemed indestructible. And who you essentially grew up with.

I hate cancer. Even though her breath was stinky, I'm still going to miss those relentless kisses.