Tongue-Twisters

1. Elle est partie avec tonton, ton Taine et ton thon.

2. Ces six saucissons-ci sont si secs qu'on ne sait si s'en sont.

3. Je dit que tu l'as dit à Didi ce que j'ai dit jeudi.

4. Les vers verts levèrent le verre vert vers le ver vert.

5. Poisson sans boisson, c'est poison! (Fish without wine is poison!) 

6. Cinq chiens chassent six chats.

Instead of a Show

I hate all your show and pretense

The hypocrisy of your praise

The hypocrisy of your festivals

I hate all your show

Away with your noisy worship

Away with your noisy hymns

I stop up my ears when you're singing them

I hate all your show

Instead let there be a flood of justice

An endless procession of righteous living, living

Instead let there be a flood of justice

Instead of a show

Your eyes are closed when you're praying 

You sing right along with the band

You shine up your shoes for services

But there's blood on your hands

You've turned your back on the homeless

And the ones who don't fit in your plan

Quit playing religious games

There's blood on your hands

Let's argue this out

If your sins are blood red

Let's argue this out

You'll be white as the clouds

Let's argue this out

Quit fooling around

Give love to the ones who can't love at all

Give hope to the ones who got no hope at all

Stand up for the ones who can't stand at all

All

I hate all your show

Instead of a show

I hate all your show

~Jon Foreman

Holiday Excitement kicking in...

So basically, this semester is pretty much over. I'm getting e-mails from the msc bookstore about selling back my textbooks, i have one more full week of class, thanksgiving break, dead week, and finals! Christmas is almost here! But of course as everything is winding down, things get more hectic. I have a project due next thursday that i just finished compiling on my camera, a paper to write about how my expectations were met with Geology 101 (haha), and a French test and paper somewhere in all that.

I'm not necessarily ready for a break because i feel like i just got here, but i'm not going to snub a whole month to spend with my parents and sister :) And oddly, i am very much looking forward to cleaning out my room for my parents' move to Colorado. I have fun simplifying and de-cluttering. I'm sure I'll get conned into cleaning out my sister's room too because that's just how things work out most of the time. I bet it will motivate her to do it herself when i'm tossing all her beanie babies.

 So anyways, i'm off to write that paper about my undying love for rocks and plate tectonics. Who knows, i might make my prof cry. Probably not.

Un Film que j'aime.

While being in the category of my favorite movie simply because it is in French, A Bout de Souffle, is a work of art in and of itself. It is in black and white, circa 1960, the audio doesn't always match up to the actors' lips, and it ends in a confusing tragedy. Yet i have seen several movies more recent make allusions toward it, and i feel set apart as in an elite group for understanding and appreciating the reference simply because i consider this movie to be fairly unknown. 

For starters, a young Parisian, Michel (Jean-Paul Belmondo) steals a car and inadvertently kills a cop. He goes back to Paris where he meets up with Patricia, (Jean Seberg) a young American selling New-York Herald Tribunes on the Champs-Elysees, who he has gone out with a few times. He strangely feels attached to her although she wisely tries to discourage his affections for her. 

He knows he is in dire trouble when he overlooks on the front page of every newspaper his face and a warrant for his arrest. The situation is worsening all the time because he still has to collect on a bet before he can hide out in Rome, hopefully with Patricia. He can't seem to track this guy down who owes him a good deal of money almost to the point where he quits. The police interrogate Patricia about Michel's whereabouts, but of course she says she hasn't seen him. 

The climatic end of the movie is coming up. Michel and Patricia use a friend of a friend's flat to wait for the money Michel is owed. Before Michel wakes up, Patricia goes to the bar downstairs and calls the police to inform them of Michel's location. The police arrive right after Michel gets his money. He is in the streets and minutes away from freedom in a foreign country with Patricia. His friend tosses him a gun, but Michel doesn't want anything to do with it so he throws it back in the car. He has given up and would rather go to jail than keep running. He has been running away from the consequences for too long. 

The police shoot him in the back, assuming he is armed and dangerous. He limps/runs away trying to escape death with Patricia hot on his heals. He falls and the police and Patricia gather around him, hovering. His final words are to Patricia "Tu es dégueulasse" ("You're disgusting") after making his three favorite, and previously seen several times, funny faces and his signature thumb movement across his lips. Patricia inherits this thumb movement for the first and final time and the movie is over.

I love this movie because it is simply entertaining. So many lines of Michel's just crack me up. My favorite is when Patricia asks him if he likes William Faulkner. He replies no, who is he? Have you slept with him? Classic movie. I thank David for introducing it to me and his francophile roommates for introducing it to him.

Ciao