umberto eco helps us out

I'm not at all religious and in fact, my loyalty swings back and forth all the time. (Note: heavy metal monk is still great but I'm still waiting for that Hindu glam folk rock band.)
Anyway, Sigur Ros wasn't really doing a lot for me recently in terms of quiet music while studying, so fortunately this morning I rediscovered Gregorian chants! We listened to this shit earlier this year because we thought it would help us learn something about Romanesque art. (It didn't.)

Anyway, this is the Salve Regina, humbly brought to you by the monks of the Abbey of Notre Dame. Nice for a bit. But if Umberto Eco taught me anything, it's that getting up half an hour before I go to bed, at the crack of dawn, and wandering around, trying to avoid being murdered by crazy monks isn't really my cup of tea.

métallique

Wow, sorry about all the French stuff today, I don't know what's sparked this. Anyway, I was busy listening to Yelle, who is fucking fabulous and looking through Lookbook, though I hate it with a burning passion, those self-rightous hipsters.

Side note: this guy is probably the most hipsterish hipster I have come across so far. It's a little disconcerting when the little male hipsters are about ten times thinner than you. Don't worry, though, I know that it's not cute to rock the anorexic troll who feasts on blood look either. (I'm talking to you Trollsen twins.) Besides, my sister gives me the most grief and body-image issues anyway. Thanks for that.

Moving on, here's a Yelle-esque singer called Ladyhawke who has a song called Paris s'enflamme (Paris is burning) and I'm really pleased that I understand the lyrics! Maybe I have learned something about the language after all these years.

the frenchies

This is pretty much why I like the French department: we spend a lot of time learning 80's disco songs. Also, we'll have the Frenchies smokin up in the parking lots in two months, which would be exciting but isn't because sadly they're all really weird, buy 10 million iPhones, and only do the exchange because they think they're going to partaaaay in America but then realize the only people doing the exchange are freshmen so they end up in pervy situations with Lincoln Gamble. And no one needs that.

P.S. I suspect I'm the only one still watching Proper Messy (for the accents, I promise) on BBC2, but today's episode was certainly a WHOA wasn't expecting that!