My anarchist student planner (very similar to a regular student planner except for its endorsement of views which range from vaguely leftist to absolutely extreme and an apparent inability to spell the word its) reminded me today that it's Leonard Cohen's birthday. Living in Montreal, I have acquaintances who claim to have seen him walking his dog in the park and go to a school whose Daily newspaper he used to write for. Like every female from the age of fifteen I've had my Cohen phase and still think he's rather a sexpot.
So happy birthday:
Grooveshark also has a Regina Spektor cover of the same song which may have the rare quality of being even better than the original.
Sidenote: Regina Spektor has long been one of my feminine vices. During freshman year, a friend and I discovered that one of the most intense and intimidating men we knew also liked her. The information was a bit like Christmas come early while serving as affirmation that even people who run on motor oil have souls.
