i've been listening to a new artist that I heard on NPR the other day as I drove home from work in the traffic and the cold. Sometimes I do not even try to use my heater because it just blows cold air at me and makes me shiver ::chuckles:: And then, I am finally "warm" by the time I've reached my house, so I wonder sometimes what the point is? She is an old car, though, and she really truly does her very best. Some day i may have a heater. For now, though, I am fine without one (for the most part). She still defrosts the windows when they have iced over or frosted, and she bears the burden of everything and everyone that I need her to - in the words of Velvet Brown, "She burst herself for me!". And then, reeling myself back in from the rabbit trail that I just made...the artist that I have been listening to calls herself "Lhasa de Sela" and she is called the Edith Piaf of the Latinos! Obviously, when i heard this phrase, my ears perked up and I listened more carefully. She is a contemporary artist who apparently died on Jan. 1, 2010. Her songs are sad songs...dirges, if you will - and they are all in Spanish. I can understand bits and pieces (enough to stay alive if that were on the line) but not enough to understand the entirety of it.