Blogger's stat sheet says that there have been hundreds of hits this week on this humble, unpublicized, quiet corner of cyberspace, and they all came from Singapore. It makes a fellow wonder. Stocking up their files for future AI?
I spent my junior year of college in a small city in France. Lots of memories, kept in some small cahiers and presently residing in a small box at the bottom of a closet upstairs.
But some of those memories are in the form of music, and tonight I learned that one of the tubes of my stay in France was used last year in a TV commercial for a supermarché named Intermarché. (The link contains both the commercial and the original song, paroles et musique. A cette heure, de toute façon.)
Back then, with my limited French, I thought it was a song like I Will Survive, where the singer was determined to go on living despite having lost their lover. Now, I see it more as the singer rejecting that lover due to his own égoïsme. Like the joke with a sharp point that a female stand-up made about a former boyfriend: "We had a lot in common. We both loved him and hated me."
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