I am in a decidedly odd mood right now.

[nirix5]

I would like to thank, first and foremost, Mark Wilson, for bringing quantum physics to my attention when I was in tenth grade.

I would also like to thank Howard Shore for writing moving soundtracks that are excellent background music for writing apocalypse stories.

I would like to thank Queen Latifah for doing an album of jazz songs.

And lastly, I would like to thank those nice people in the thirteenth century who compiled the Clayette Codex at Las Hugelas, and included this song.

Trois serues, seur rive mer
chantant cler.
Lla jonete fu brunete;
de brun ami s'ati:
"Je sui brune, s'avant brun ami aussi."

Trois serues, seur rive mer
chantant cler.
La mainnee apele
Robin son ami:
"Prise m'avez el bois rame,
reportez m'i."

Trois serues, seur rive mer
chantent cler.
L'ainnee dit a:
"On doit bien jone dame amer,
et s'amour garder,
cil qui l'a."

Three sisters, by the seashore,
sing in a clear tone.
The youngest, a brunette,
speculates joyfully on a dark haired lover:
"I'm dark, and so I shall have a dark lover."

Three sisters, by the seashore,
sing in a clear tone.
The middle one calls
Robin, her lover:
"You took me in the leafy wood,
Take me back there."

Three sisters, by the seashore,
sing in a clear tone.
The eldest says:
"One should love a young lady well,
and he who has her love
should keep it."