I forgot what kind of things make me happy...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_CWM3EFCFc&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FN6hGuUvsM&feature=related

My Body, Myself

Watching all these medical drama whatever shows (Scrubs, House, Grey's Anatomy) really makes me thankful for my own health. I mean they really make it seem like everyone's going to drop dead of life-threatening illnesses, and thank God that isn't the truth. Woohoo!

BY the way...are people this unable to keep it in their pants in real life? CHRIST, no wonder people are getting all pregnant and STD-ish all the time. They get all horny watching Patrick Dempsey nail Meredith what's-her-face...haha. right. Anyway.

Peace out.

I just had a sleepless night, for no apparent reason to me, except perhaps that I was trying to go to bed 12 hours after I woke up. Even so.....dayum.

Gonna need coffee.

Come lovely and soothing death

Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later, delicate death.

Prais'd be the fathomless universe,
For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious;
And for love, sweet love - But praise! praise! praise!
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.

Dark Mother, always gliding near, with soft feet,
Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?

Then I chant it for thee - I glorify thee above all;
I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.

Approach, strong Deliveress!
When it is so - when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead, 
Lost in the loving, floating ocean of thee,
Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O Death.

From me to thee glad serenades,
Dances for thee I propose, saluting thee - adornments and feastings for thee;
And the sights of the open landscape, and the high-spread sky, are fitting,
And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.

The night, in silence, under many a star;
The ocean shore, and the husky whispering wave, whose voice I know; 
And the soul turning to thee, O vast and well-veil'd Death,
And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.

Over the tree-tops I float thee a song!
Over the rising and sinking waves - over the myriad fields, and the prairies wide;
Over the dense-pack'd cities all, and the teeming wharves and ways, 
I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee, O Death!

-Walt Whitman

I love Saint-Saens' Violin Concerto No. 3...holy god the end of the second movement is gorgeous

I finally found out what the words mean.

Je m'baladais sur l'avenue le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour à n'importe qui
N'importe qui et ce fut toi, je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler, pour t'apprivoiser

Aux Champs-Elysées, aux Champs-Elysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie, à midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs-Elysées

Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare à la main, du soir au matin"
Alors je t'ai accompagnée, on a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas pensé à s'embrasser

Hier soir deux inconnus et ce matin sur l'avenue
Deux amoureux tout étourdis par la longue nuit
Et de l'Étoile à la Concorde, un orchestre à mille cordes
Tous les oiseaux du point du jour chantent l'amour