Des chansons québecois encore

Sep. 23rd, 2017 01:41 pm
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I've been alternating between Radio-Canada and seeing what YouTube autoplays when I look up songs I hear on there. Here are a few of my favourites ... and I think I have found a new beloved band in Les Cowboys Fringants. They have an album called L'Expédition, for crying out loud.

Videos behind the cut for tidiness... )

How much this helps me learn the language is anyone's guess. My comprehension even of sung English is pretty pathetic; I've been listening to non-English songs as long as I can remember, enjoying them for their musicality without the pressure of processing the words, so they're in one ear and out the other. And while learning to sing songs in another language might be a good practice generally, whoever suggests that has little experience with how many syllables a French Canadian can cram into one line holy cow.

(On the other hand, it might give a genetic excuse for my speech being excessively fast and inarticulate? Can't help it, I've got 400 years of Joual to overcome ...)

The Future Liberals Want

Sep. 22nd, 2017 07:41 pm
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When I lived in LA, was making money, and tried to make myself happy by being generous with it, I was a member of the local NPR station. As such I had a card and was on their mailing list, and even though I never went to any member events or even really listened all that much, I was still nominally included.

When I moved away I cancelled my membership, and all that stopped.

Well, just in the past week, I've somehow ended up back on the mailing list, because I've got two emails from them about things going on around town and a backstage tour of the station.

Now, there may be a simple explanation. Chances are they have just resurrected a bunch of dead email addresses to remind ex-members how much they liked being in the in-group, to encourage them to re-pledge ...

Or someone has gifted me a membership for some obscure reason and not told me ...

... Or, an identity thief has used my credit card to pledge to a public radio station, and the email address associated with that card automatically went on the mailing list, in which case I am the victim of some very peculiar fraud. I'm not even sure I'd want them prosecuted, if that's the sort of thing they're going to do.

This world, man, I dunno, it's getting less real by the day.

Dégéneration

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:39 pm
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Another year, another Québecois song leaps out from the bush and flattens me. This one is ... basically my family history but written by complete strangers??

Video behind cut as the sample image is obnoxiously spoilery... )

Paroles en français )


English lyrics )

So I guess I'm not the only one, then.

(Definitely more on the lopin de terre side than entourée d'enfants, though – happy to leave that much behind.)

NPR Soup

Sep. 15th, 2017 07:31 pm
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Basically, borscht with a bunch of hipster stuff in it. Vegan, of course, and gluten-free if you use a gluten-free yeast extract product.

1 red onion
2 small carrots
3 leaves kale
2 beets
generous handful of new potatoes
2 Tbsp miso paste
1 tsp Vegemite
½ tsp turmeric powder
2½ cups water or thereabouts
1 Tbsp cooking oil
1 tsp sesame oil
2 Tbsp apple cider vinegar

Cut up the onion, carrots, and beets, to whatever size you like in soup.
Heat the oils in the bottom of a medium-large pot.
Sauté onion, carrots, and beets in the oils.
While this is cooking, cut the leafy parts from the stalks of the kale. Cut up the stalks into small pieces and add to the pot. Cut leafy bits into narrow strips and reserve for now.
Once onion is translucent, add turmeric.
Put Vegemite (or other yeast extract product) in a small bowl or mug and add some of the water to start it dissolving, then put the rest of the water in the pot.
Stir the Vegemite mix until it's all dissolved in the water and add to the pot.
Add miso paste and vinegar.
Cut up potatoes while this comes to a boil, then add them.
Add kale strips.
Cover and let simmer for a while. Salt and pepper to taste. (Definitely taste it first, both miso and Vegemite are very salty and you may not need extra.) Szechuan chili oil optional for a bit of kick.

Should come out looking more or less like a Pride flag.
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As happens every once in a while, I've had the strange feeling all day of missing someone who died seventy years before I was born.

As a longtime devotee of fiction and fictional characters – I take fictional characters inordinately seriously; that's a topic for another post, or possibly therapy – having a cloud of imaginary friends in my head is nothing new, and enjoying their company on and off the page is a fun imaginative exercise as well as dubious coping strategy in rough times. Having this proclivity well established, getting into a massive epic story full of interesting people who happen to have really existed has been, in many ways, much the same thing, prompting many thinks about what the actual, material, quantifiable difference is between someone who is no longer on the planet and someone who never has been.

Here's the thing, though. However attached I might have been to whichever fictional character(s), no matter what I was going through, I never missed them. However much I enjoyed spending time with Remus Lupin or Moist Von Lipwig while reading or drawing them, I never felt their absence when I wasn't doing so. In fact, having "met" them was only ever additive: they weren't in my head, then they were, and always would be. Both Sherlock Holmes and Birdie Bowers exist, now, only in text and images and people's heads, but one has left a hole in the world and the other filled a hole we didn't previously know existed. Is there some intangible something about the impression made in reality by a living breathing human being, vs that of an imagined one, no matter how thoroughly drawn? Is it something you can pick up on subconsciously just by reading about them, or ... something else?


Today's overanalysed lapse in sanity has been brought to you by fatigue straining the fabric of reality and preventing me from doing the work that ought to be taking up my attention.

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