Scholarship For Having Two Different Colored Eyes

Projection debate Nov. 20 at the Athenaeum

Thursday, November 20, 2008
BORDEAUX - 20H00
ATHENEE CITY

(near the Mall and St Christoly place Pey Berland)

FREE ENTRY

The local group of Bordeaux of the French association ReOpen911 organizing a unique and exceptional projection followed by a discussion of the film "9 / 11 Press For Truth "/" September 11, in Quest Truth "in VOSTF. This documentary U.S. Ray Nowosielski following relatives of victims who were met with hostility from the White House when, seeing nothing happen, they demanded a judicial inquiry into the attacks of global September 11, 2001. 70 families have rejected the'indemnité PS prosecution, are on average 1.5 million U.S. dollars. These families only obtained an administrative investigation. The film then traces the genesis and upset The chaotic conduct of the investigation that led to 9 / 11 COMMISSION REPORT July 20, 2004. "75% of questions are left unanswered" by Mindy Kleinberg Widow of Sept. 11 ... and "what they told us because they knew we knew it" by Christen Breitweiser, another wife of a victim. (DVD on sale at FNAC).

Trailer PFT ST_FR
sent ReOpen911
http://www.reopen911.info/ video/bande-annonce-9-11-press-for-truth.html

ReOpen911 COMMENTARY:

It is largely the work of deepening led by these 70 families of victims and a few independent U.S. journalists and lawyers, who now relies on "international movement for truth," far from the discourse of the media who would like to reduce these people to a bunch of incompetent idealistic soft, and merits of the case to prophecies of jaywalkers. And every citizen actions that develop in the world would not exist if those who have approached the American power had been satisfied with his answers.

7 years later, deputies, senators, 3 of the American presidential candidates (McKinney, Kucinich, Paul), academics, pilots, engineers, architects, chemists, government officials, intelligence agents, officers, rescue workers, firefighters, witnesses, police officers, survivors, not to mention Sharon Stone David Lynch or Eminem, continue to ask the questions that this film shows us the origin: The huge gaps of official reports and the unacceptable attitude of the American administration and the Committee on 11 / 9 vis-à-vis 70 families of victims who refused compensation to waive prosecution in order to seek justice, to no avail so far.

Laryngomalacia And Small Chins

Gazette # 2 Beirut Beirut

Justine or the home of wisdom



Time flies when you do not have time to see him go.

Where to start ... the bad news, which are already part of the past. I did not hear at all with the gay couple who were making fun of a roommate ... apparently after one week, they found it much less funny the little fags, so I had to clear ... C that is where my first Lebanese experience begins.

Who would have thought, raw potato, which I find myself one day in a home for nuns ...?

Not my parents, who raised me in respect of religion (well, among others, and again), in the love of his neighbor (unless it's a big con, of course), and when even in open contempt of the clergy.

Also not my friends, who know that sin does not exist for me, finally, in any case he has a different meaning and spelling, for me, it's just a fruit tree. Also not

Father Storm (leader of a group, gender Scout, that I went to make the hike was young), which was well saved that I was the only one not to receive communion in the morning at breakfast , I was trying to simply eat my growing as little noise as possible while others were starving (obviously a host, it does not feed her man).

or Justine " The home of wisdom. " Be honest, nobody would have believed.

I'm fine, the curfew is at 23:30 on weekdays, even my parents have rarely dared to intrude by cons that ... I'm a little disappointed, no whip me if I'm late ... The girls are very nice, even if there is one who makes the sign of the cross when he saw me arrive in the kitchen, I could not interpret his gesture, a vision of Satan ... maybe

short, it'll work ...
- okay!
- and the family okay?
- and your mother?
- okay! I learned

salaams origin of the word, which comes from salamalekoum, hello in Arabic. Here, we made salaams. I may be pie, at least the only one that had not yet understood, but hey, I return less silly.

The job, then. I took over the cultural program Sunday night radio, "club culture". Thirty minutes of stories, music, all comments from my lovely voice, even as I articulate. I do everything, reporting, editing, comments articulated. I am very free, so free that my boss does not listen, well, I think not ... I do not see it anyway ... From 15 o'clock there is nobody on the radio, I am often alone, old Parisian reflex.

My week consists of film festivals, plays, music, exhibitions ... Last night I saw "The Secret of the Grain", in the presence of Abdellatif Kechiche. I was so excited that my voice was shaking when I thanked him at the end of the film, and when I told him I was excited, I was not going to lie, as if my voice was not enough, yes I confess, I stammered.

Apart eat the canapés in the evenings, I also work for real. I even paid minimum wage for that Lebanese (200 dollars, I'll let you do the euro account). This is the book fair in Beirut, so what I like most do now, read books. This is great, finally, to the many rotten books, it is the foot.

And then I eat hummus, and then I walk to remove the hummus. I joined a touring group with which we are not obliged to eat the wafers. I went to see the cedars of Lebanon, I went to the top of the mountain, because when I was younger, we did not stop before they really up to finally back down. It

Beirut. I became aware of the full dimension of this expression from my trip by plane, the whole familia board by the end of Ramadan, a real mess. But I do not know if I prefer the car to the aircraft knowing that the expression code of the road, it does not exist. The panels are available, fire red, turn restrictions and one way streets as well, but not the traffic ... the goal, the first pass you do not demolish your car ... and why you horn, and an almost broken ... you look good on both sides of the road before crossing, because the way you can thee fuck ass. Without being vulgar. What is certain is that I prefer the taxi to the bus. The taxi, also called "service" is folklore. LBP 2000 race (1 euro), you may find yourself at five, as the driver picks up everything he can about the passage. But main advantage is that it's fast, because waiting for the bus, it's almost a social experiment. White woman waiting alone at a roadside = whore. Earlier, waiting for the bus number two, there are still three guys who stopped to offer me to make a small turn in their Mercedes. I ulcerated course, my sister Justine wisdom, the neighbor who did this, I would burst its tires, no kidding.

Well, I'm fine, I like the city, even if it's super loud and very very very dirty, sometimes it makes you want to stop breathing ... but I avoid.

I'll do my prayers and to bed.
I'll drink a beer and bed.

Fruit To Get Rid Of Phlegm

Gazette # 1

In search of lost souk



My eyes cry
- You're naked and you're white.
- Shut up or I put on the eyes a burka.
They want nothing to do and also covering:
- We'll talk after the wedding, waiting, you're white and you're single, why?

Why, oh yeah, why? Me, I was just looking souks ... and now I find myself with an existential question more about the arms.

- Because there is less hassled by con-not sure.
- Because we like to watch without speaking.
- Because if we waited until someone comes along, we would not do much.
- Because the day you meet the person who wants to shut his mouth at the same time as you, and Ben is already just won.

First, I am not alone, your eyes incessant nagging me and keep me company in spite of myself, tirelessly. And I'm not white. Finally, not anymore. When you arrive in a foreign country, which is nice, is that you do every thing for the first time. And for example, there is the first time I put the Biafine Beirut. But this is not very different from other times ... it soothes, it's cold.

You know where the souk?
- You're the souk.
- Yeah I know, but ...

So, I raise the nose to the sky I look at my eyes scan me too, but do not judge. They store everything in a mess from my memory, stairs, green will soon be eating them, the windows, every little ledge, salons devastated, those whose construction will never end. I have a soft spot for abandoned houses, their windows escape of effluvia, the smell of a majestic past. I've always wanted to marry the prince of the cake, I am like my house. These homes are castles, and my memory the souk of the situation.


I was just looking the souks of Beirut.
- You want an answer your question, dear?
- Yes, I want to ...
- Do not look, there is none.

Instead, Gucci, Starbucks, Virgin and Dunkin 'Donuts. Impossible to get lost in the souks disappeared, only to Beirut and I like it, I'll just hummus in my life, my love baklava here I am.

Do My Dvr Recordings Count In The Ratings

The Gazette de Paris # 25

Mermaid and shut up


Stephanie Schneider, http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/

- Serene.
- Serene ...
- Persuade yourself, calm yourself and that's it.
- Mermaid?
- Good will agree, if you want.

all started one morning in the subway. I left Paris an accordion in his ear. If I still Lovers of St. John in the head arriving on the beach, I do not return. This is where I am transformed.
I want and I demand to go to sea, period. Julie suggested the club mickey on the beach at Dinard, Jerome, the club fuck with rod. I hesitated, not long time to transform myself.

You go on vacation and then you take resolutions, take care of his body, tan without burning, soothe any redness, irritation, decide to heal, not to gouge the small crater that is scraped daily for so long in the secret hope that one day becomes infected for good. Healing force of salt water. Serenity.
Slowly, you sit in the water, do you risk even to lie down, and there did you really look like a beached mermaid. Stranded but in his pomp, I would say its pretty damn good in jellyfish. You look at the horizon, you taste the sea to see if it is salty, so you do not surrender immediately realize that the little boy next to you is throwing sand on it. I take exception, it was never said we do not throw sand on the little mermaid. Damn.

No big words. It is forbidden to walk on the grass of public parks as to its mouth on the beach. Holidays seem a bit of long shot, not easy 1/de believe that I am a mermaid, because I want 2/que I'm not a girl unbearable ... I'm funny even if I do not tan , I'm not so painful as that, even if we get over the cream in the back every 20 minutes and finally, obviously, I do not tan.
Since I do not sing very well, I am not trying attract sailors, and it works. I let the boys and girls play with their heart as we play frisbee while they quietly BBM (black berry messenger). Siren and I am silent. I'm on vacation, I eat books and talk with the seagulls, it is also good.

Step number two: lie on the water. I will not tell tales, but this summer I noted the names of all those who could not make the board. Very slowly, so I unfolded, I want to leave the feet of the water and check that I still have my jellyfish, then I count all my bones. This is not a discovery, but I float. The opportunity to close their eyes and wonder, as does the mistress unimaginative each school year, what is my happiest holiday memory? When my sisters

forgot me in the hotel pool a few hours and that my body went from pale white to bright red? Or the fact that the years following I had to systematically go swimming with a t-shirt to prevent any untoward forgetting painful memories ... who deserves to remain etched in my memory. But what I like best is still the siren of the sea, the day that Dad has imitated that of firefighters. This time, I really failed, I was bleeding, his head against a rock, that year also had been wanting to check if the seawater was always salty. Still, my dad ran into the streets singing tululu tululu.


Linus Lohoff, http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/

Yesterday the cat Pepe died, the holidays are over, children too, it may be where I am transformed. A siren of the sea ... I do not stand by and I will continue to wear my jellyfish in the paved streets of Paris. Make an effort, it's not that complicated, just mimic the fire siren.

Golds Gym Membership Cost Mn

No.

The reasons for silence




Below Volcano, Malcolm Lowry
quiet life, Marguerite Duras
I confess that I lived , Pablo Neruda
Summer Rain , Marguerite Duras
Desert, The Clésio
The Beast dies Philip Roth
The Memoirs of Hadrian, Marguerite Yourcenar
The Far Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
The Painter of Battles , Arturo Perez-Reverte
The Square, Marguerite Duras
Metaphysics of the tubes, Amelie Nothomb
The Silence of the Sea , Vercors
Letter to a hostage , Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The son of the invisible man François Berléand
The Class François Begaudeau
The Illuminati, Hoda Barakat

Women Getting It In The Butt

Gazette La Gazette de Paris # 24

The Concept of Pleasure


( Franco Fontana http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/)

- T'es born where?
- A Pleasure.
- Where is it?
- A few miles southwest of true happiness ...

And it's tragic, but when I was little, Dad was transferred. We had to move. And then the head becomes too small. One must look taller, better looking, a house that makes vibrate his vital organs.
I live somewhere in the suburbs, in zone 3 of this great city renowned called fullness, the subway is three minutes and is very well served. But I lose my time between the train from hell, transport of joy, and back to the big wheel of the questions that nobody answers. I'm trying for some years to leave the neighborhood Eat your fingers to the city center, but it's hard nowadays, prices are exorbitant.

These are the first tests of the tank, geography question:
"How many miles do you live the concept of fun?"
Do not forget to fill your little map legend.

Me, I take my time, I cut my crayons. The students have four hours to respond, I have a lifetime.

pleasure, it could be:

1. Do not be felt for a moment the anxiety that lives in my stomach. For example, when the waitress brings my long coffee on Sunday morning. For her it's not much, whereas I, before that, I'm paralyzed. Only able to attach to it a mean look and impatient, while, stressed, deeply hate myself, and wondered if it does not spit into the cup immaculate. At this point, for her, as for me, the pleasure is simply relief. One can also easily replace the coffee with a person.

2. The lack of pleasure as a relief.

Instead of saying,
- Thanks, it's not too Earlier, you forgot the milk.

Simply replace:
- Are you there, it makes me happy, and it relieves my fear of being alone.

3. The pleasure lies, too, a few meters behind me, when I turn on the terrace that I just left. I then noticed that people seem decidedly happy, and I would have preferred to be aware of when I was still among them, but it will come.

4. When I walk quietly with his nose in the air, I try not to let it flow vanilla ice cream and strawberry on the horn, then my fingers. I smile, I think it was pleasure, first because I was eating an ice cream but also because I have not even been splashed by children playing with water bombs, and it is frankly unusual. Pleasure as lucky, and ease.

I made many lists of what I did not like brussels sprouts, hair sticking to my lip gloss, strollers and supermarkets ... and I could go on forever, so the anger seems part my spinal cord and also because happiness often seems silly, I do a test ... I took three weeks to write this list, the perimeter My pleasure.



-Like ... When my dad reads the newspaper in the sun, while I get drunk slowly. Notebooks-
offered by my mother-
books loaned by my aunt.
-million purchase of flowers (because I do not expect),
-heeled shoes, skirts
-in tutu.
"What it gives me underwear (85B, I do not like strings).
-People who have bad taste, which makes me feel to go through life with a point ahead.
Ta-mouth in my neck,
-Do nothing at all, being alone, looking
-linen which turns laundrette.
-wake myself up with the sounds of house music and the smell of mom's cooking,
-Me wake up early, breakfast, and go back to bed,
-M 'sleep with the noise of nearby conversations.
-pop songs a little silly, their melodies that are stuck all day like a little piece of tape which you can not get rid,
-The sound of the snow-
Your mouth against my neck,
"I loved her boys musicians, finally I prefer magicians.
Sea-green-gray pebbles,



-The taste of salt, but not too much cream Sun.
-color rust, pumpkin, squirrel-
Peel the beans.
-When I get to take a deep breath,
"When I asked Julie if Morhange the evening is not free and it responds, it's an open bar, bitch.
-Find an object from my childhood ... Your hand-

Make-believe I'm a princess and that people believe ...
-Ask my dad what the weather will be tomorrow, as if he could decide.
"I would have liked my parents marry. What is nice is that they did not need to divorce.
-eat oysters,
-Read in the bath.
-Luxury things that are useless, and your hand-
.


Note that the notion of pleasure is all the more convincing the good weather. If spring set in, I do not hide my joy. Especially since I broke my umbrella in two, a moment of anger that relief was absent from the district.

- Do you think that was enough?
- Is what you'll be able to satisfy the moments that we forget easily?
- Since what we want is something that we really twisted stomach, right?
- Happiness what.


During brunch, the sky clears, we run the water and coca saving. Bagels and salmon with dill sponge finally alcohol. And when I look back on leaving, the people seem happy, and I was among them.

What Does Bittergent Mean

La Gazette de Paris # 23

Courts Always


http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/2008/03/alex-prager.html

Wake up. Real estate is planted right in front of you, they stand out from the sky, it's six o'clock, the dreadful hour, when everything is possible, but where I am unable to do anything. You do not know so is the anguish of all these empty streets makes you dizzy or simply vodka, anyway, we zigzag, and I'm afraid of falling under this sky too perfect. At a time when the birds sing, but when you got the nasty feeling that, oddly, is not for you. Too late, too early, we exceeded the quota, only the right to take the first train and go home. Class.

- And the day after which you run?
- I do not know about you?
- I do not know, but short.
- Yes, and I will do everything possible to run faster than you.

I do not understand why I out of breath, and above all I strongly suspect that this is not always for the right reasons. The other day, I still nearly cried when I learned that I was not taken to VOD, but not without messing
... And there's also this nasty attack of acne, skin disaster that I 'm typing at the mere idea of not getting a month of CSD. That was before I knew that I would not choose course not the destination, Besançon France blue here I am ... And then what? You return to your house nicely. But that is perhaps not the worst that can happen.

Then at night I can not sleep, I lose my breath, I always run. I go to trendy clubs, well dressed. I put on heels and pretty panties just in case, a misunderstanding, it can walk. I choose, preferably, the boy who will not love me, one that is already in love, as that's for sure, it will not happen.
must say that the last time I believed in love, I was rewarded with a napkin ring with my name engraved wood, enough to be traumatized, I'm too young to get married, but still This is not exactly the ring I was expecting ...

Afraid to love, fear of being loved, fear of pain.
accept anything, scared by any miss, miss
do for fear that it would work. Or
strategy Justine Kennedy.

A simple recipe: drunkenness, mojito, cosmo, dark, superficial sensation of freedom. So me, I still lurking in the shadows, I expect another leap of artificial light. And I run into your arms. I disguise myself, I would be two in these moments, which to choose, just like that, I snapped his fingers, wag my nose, I clap my hands, damn, it does not work. And I run my thumb sucking in your arms in a distant memory safety.

Goldfish Diseases With Bump On Head

ReOpen911 the Day Huma

The antenna of Bordeaux ReOpen911 will attend the celebration of humanity Saturday and Sunday in the Books area. The best books on September 11 will be available, and a number of brochures.


Website: Link

Can You Use Corn Oil To Make Brownies

Palestine Meeting at the Athenaeum

May 14, held a lecture / debate at the Athenaeum on the Israeli-Palstinien.

Report JP, "envoy" of ReOpen911:

present, however, were two key witnesses: an emergency
A French surgeon who travels three times a year for 20 years in Gaza to operate itself and to form Gazan colleagues.
His speech was centered around portraits of five Palestinians in Gaza, faces his knowledge of various backgrounds, chosen to symbolize the strength, pugnacity, courage, intelligence, patience and resourcefulness that Palestinian Here, it is hard to imagine the daily struggle simply to survive in an inferno of 380 km2. Imagine a population of 1.5 million inhabitants on the island of Ré, destitute and virtually cut off from the rest of a world criminally indifferent to its fate. With the exception of the fragile UN food aid, the few who returned to Gaza comes through tunnels in the sand demolished tirelessly, tirelessly regrooved ...
Anecdotes hallucinating ...

The second witness was a former reporter for Paris-Match, "down" in 2000 by Israeli snipers in an area stripped of Ramallah where he was going absolutely nothing.
He reported his injury as he felt the air leave his lungs near the heart. Extremely serious injury and inextremis saved during the initial emergency care "hospital-starved" of Ramallah. Despite a diagnosis vital always engaged, needless to describe the obstacle course laid by the Israelis for the ambulance that carried him to reach the hospital in Jerusalem in a first time and, secondly, the plane that would take him back in France and then only because Chirac has intervened directly with Barak at the time the first minister.
Anyway, the Iraéliens have chosen to "stumble" while a reporter not accredited by them. The Americans were perfectly assimilated the lesson for Iraq.
The only real journalists still operating in the occupied territories are exclusively Palestinian, by definition at risk of permanent death.
Envoys of TV, radio and international newspapers are content to go back and short in the day. These are all "official" voice of his master, in the worst cases of benign view of Israeli propaganda.
After that, this reporter has compiled a brief but very damning portrait of the French media environment. Misinformation and are sweetening the rule concerning the Israeli-Palestinian issue. But here we are well placed to know by heart the music ...
Totally disillusioned, he sees no positive outcome to a situation also locked.

Elbow Swollen And Hot

La Gazette de Paris # 22

She's lost control, AGAIN

We do not always control the situation, and there is not much to say.
I'm tired. My head is spinning. The feeling of walking all the time on tiptoe. I restored the balance of fairness, I hit the wall at the same time is not bad, it keeps me from falling, and it allows me to have an idea, sometimes a bit painful, limits the space around me. The boundaries, I feel especially good when j'encastre my knee into the wall at the time to return to the shower. Or when I'm spitting.

- Pardon Me Madam ...
, looking jaded, I expect nothing more from that day:
- You could still pay attention ...
him, looking nervous, that has not already used to apologize:
- Hey, all right, I said sorry, what.

The day was not enough rotten like that, I wipe my arm. I had crossed the path of a sputum like that, unexpectedly, by accident, without the knowledge of my own free will. It is Friday night, I did not want to see you, I too want to spit, without reason, that on the first pass, I'm going to bed.
One week later I finally decided to get outside again. I look right, left, I run, I try to go through the buckets of water that rush to the moment when I leave the subway, I tell myself I'll always take a pigeon poop on the corner of nose. But no, I'm too much class for that. I go through this world so unfair and I'm just a vodka tonic, thrown by mistake on my little black tank top that was not requested by a friend a little lost on who I did not even spit me well ... The idea crossed my mind to reply by the reciprocal, but I think the tirade of limited originality, and above all I wanted to drink, I wanted to finally have a reason to waver, there is a reason not to control the situation.
What do I do myself? I'll lock myself. That way it will not nothing happen. Nothing, nothing at all. Because I love what is Power have a choice, or even have the choice not to have it. Able to choose that boy in the subway, it puts your hand between my legs or not. Because, for example, that day, me, I did not.
What do you mean I can not be indecisive? Choose, believe to be right, wrong, change, and get another flat, another boy. I am responsible, so I have a choice.

- Justine, you always go to yoga?
- Which guy?

Life as multiple choice questions. I just am afraid to plant between A, B, C, or D ... As a general rule, I would like something that happens thing, but this week I just pray that nothing happens, to regain control ... And She Turned Around and Took Me By The Hand and Said, I've lost control again.

What Happens If You Swallow A Fish Bone

La Gazette de Paris # 21

Stop your film

http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/ Alex Prager

Just when I would cry the whole world to stop me verge of upsetting me. When I wonder if there is not enough space around the point where one wonders if people do not need to stick together, if by fear of emptiness, lack of heat they attract each other and seek physical contact. At this point, the tramp of the dock number 13 decided to position itself to ten inches of the zipper that goes up to my chin. It's not his fault, I cried in every way. I already had the anxiety that my very nose.

- Stop your movies.
- I'm going.

What it is all black box. The box where you have the time to think about life quietly, because it is projected and can be observed. We know it's always much more beautiful with the distance from the screen.

- I like going to the movies alone. When I go out, for once, I agree.

I can not put a word to each other, my eyes are at the bottom of the hole. But what I love above all, go cry in the dark. Here, I'm really tired, third trailer, I'm crying already, practice, it is dark, I'm alone, quiet, you do not see me.

Today, there are young, old is better. Until granny behind asks me to sit elsewhere, because I will embarrass and surpass my seat. I almost asked her if she had not brought its directory, if so, she knew where she could put it, but I think a few seconds to respect for elders and all ... I'm just looking at her with contempt , changing room and tell me they really can not be quiet. What people are idiots, luckily, as Dad said, we are not people.

The Rolling Stones appear on the screen. I am a little comforted. Just yesterday I read an article on the French rock: " Neither sex nor drugs, just rock'n'roll ". I am ashamed. When I think in the '70s, girls were fighting to wrest velvet suit with Mick Jagger's teeth, and today "After the concert, no orgies in the boxes, just two or hydropeaking three beers and a few groupies not daring leap. Exhausted, the BB Brunes go to bed early ". I am ashamed. It's a bit like Pamela Des Barres, groupie THE myth of her own, had it all in vain. Though I try to restore all its charm and its noble status groupie ... unconsciously perpetuate the tradition. All this for only small Greluche dare not even talk to babies rockers who go to bed at 23 o'clock.

silently admire the three grandmas front, I start to dream, they, they were certainly not prudish. Me in my lifetime, I promise in writing never to become a "young well-educated," and when I am reincarnated, for sure, it will be chair of cinema, or possibly a guitar rock star I have not really decided ...

Cervical Mucus During The 2ww?

Projection / Discussion: Sept. 11 - The bankruptcy Media

Saturday, May 3, 4:30 p.m., Room Langevin Bègles.

Under FSL33 Bègles, Bordeaux hosts ReOpen911 a screening / discussion on "The failure of the media." Around

Barrie Zwicker's documentary, "The Great Conspiracy", we discuss the strange media silence on the inconsistencies and invraissemblances events of September 11. These media tend to treat with contempt those citizens who are asking legitimate questions about this event, in association with American citizens increasingly numerous in the USA who question the official version (see: http://killtown .911review.org/911links.html )

When these same media rarely willing to speak the "truth seekers" (Pendant Sekkers Truth "in the U.S.), the invective flowing: Anti-American" conspiracy "Revisionist, anti-Semitic (!) And so on ... For cons, any debate on the real facts is completely obscured . It appears that people most involved in the system, politicians and journalists, are more closed to any questioning of the official version.
A personality like Marion Cotillard, who simply gave his opinion on these discretely events, is immediatly marginalized, ridiculed. What lurks there behind this ostracism? What are these inconvenient truths so these media, if sufficient and incapable of the slightest questioning in certain areas? Who owns the media, what are their sources?

insights and answers this Saturday 3 MAI 2008, the complex Langevin Street Lauriol at Bègles at 16H30.

The program FSL33: http://fsl33.over-blog.fr/article-15019661.html

The map: http://fsl33.over-blog.fr/ pages/Informations_Pratiques-149967.html

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Two excellent articles on Agoravox Eile Taik, the # 1 site of citizen journalism on the Internet, on the strange Media Silence: A shipwreck

media

Sept. 11: A digital rescue?

's record on September 11 Agoravox: Link

Gold Purifier Process

ReOpen911 Social Forum Local Gironde


ReOpen911 Bordeaux Gironde participate in the FSL 3 and 4 May 2008.
Site FSL33: FSL33

The FSL will be held at the Complex Langevin, Rue Lauriol at Bègles.

Reopen 911 Bdx host a screening / discussion Saturday, May 3 at 4:30 p.m. on the theme:
"September 11: The Failure of the media."

The documentary will be screened excellent "The Great Conspiracy", the Canadian journalist Barrie Zwicker: "These are mainstream media that most people get their information, most of the time on most issues." The fact that the mainstream media universally supported the "official version "September 11 explains why the majority of Americans still believe ....'

More information on this site soon.

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Gazette de Paris # 20

Butterfly Night


- Good day.
- Good night.
- Thanks.

Hello or good evening. I do not know. I'm lost. The taxi driver did not doubt him, it reads in small bags under my eyes like an open book: "good night". It almost makes him happy that decrypts the fatigue on my face. It feels less alone. We look at both and we share the compassion of those who work at night.

Hey everyone, it is 1:00.

offices are like the seashore I prefer when there is not too much sun and it's desert. Night on the radio, I'm like a fish in water, a moth, a butterfly in water. I'm just a little disappointed, or sand, or roller, anyway I forgot my jersey. The hours pass with the rhythm of waves breaking news and headlines Afp I pray desperately to break.

Hello, it is 2:00 am.

night, the challenge and the problems are not the same. This is the first time that I lack faint at the sight of a broken coffee maker. And when I talk on the air when he should not, as Xavier Bertrand borders on promoting education minister and I stumble on words as in the steps of the PP, so I'm not even drunk, and although it does not matter, since you were not listening anyway. I am sometimes tempted to proclaim the Games Olymchique in Pine and introduce myself at the best price contrepeterie.

Hello, it is 5:00.

- You wake up or you go to bed?
- I confess I do not know very well either. You have to make a detour by Baron, I just found a beverage ticket in the back pocket of my jeans, and then it's close. Actually no, forget it, it is already today my night will start.

Today, I am scarcely awake, I'm still quite disheveled, I cut my bangs, I put the odds of my side, at the risk of revealing my dark circles. Haircut, next to me is a guy there with his diary and a half, everyone's laughing at his mouth, I am saying that he understood everything. A little later, I stand in line at the supermarket, before the couple bought a quart of red, and that, that makes me totally freak out. As if to sleep at night and enjoy the day as if it had always done things by half.

Well no, no question. Tonight, as stated Celinette, we'll go zouk guys. But beside the dance floor is transpotting the remake, I'm not taking drugs, I feel in the shoes of Mark Renton. I spin like my tights after stumbling. Call a taxi, I know beforehand that in his eyes, the compassion is gone, I doubt that he does not record the flashes directly from the Paris Paris and that he is me cast a spell that I fell down the stairs.


is the end of this flash ... tomorrow will be in Paris 14 ˚, 19 ˚ in Marseille. ... The morning will be cloudy and wet ... there will be some cloudy during the day, but will be shy ...

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Gazette de Paris # 19

spring cleaning.




It would not run after anyone, to herself, because it's tiring enough already like that. It is a day of fever, spring day, she tries to loosen the noose around his head, just to spend a small broom, have it's storage. Head heats up, but impossible to lie down before any store, the dresses, one after the other dishes, the pan where the potatoes were burnt, glasses, one after the other, words, true and false friends, all is not able to go in the closet, for sure we will have to discard.

The right hemisphere is said not hazarding any, do not get excited just walking away. That problem is not malice, nor evil some can bear. The right hemisphere has to move away because sometimes the property you want to do it simply not reached. He wants to stop to wait for everyone to be there, because otherwise it does not advance.

Hemisphere Left decides to take the air, taking his legs to his move in and out of Paris, he falls back on sorting and souvenirs, while the drawer is full of foreign faces and accents New York. Then he guzzler bagels, becomes addicted to Starbucks and at night when she whispers this language very specific, short-circuit the Roof and under the duvet he starts screaming "God Loves America! "

But the whole brain has a headache. And despite all the small pills Nurofen he can not breath. Without people, it is with words as its neurons feel most at ease, he throws in the towel and immersed in these lives in black and white, he identifies with characters in fiction. Then everything becomes smooth and makes sense for a moment.

-I often feel that nothing matters. This feeling is not unhappy. It is rather quiet, calm. In fact it's less a sense that a truth-obviously by far came, a snow that covers almost everything.
Why "almost all" what resists this "truth"? Three-
only three things. Or rather one thing, the same interview in its three states: solitude, silence, love.


head is full, we must make room, a little empty. Solitude clean him weigh surely not. My memory is going to explode, I'll turn a few pictures, get rid of a few acquaintances who are only illusions, no need to bother, facebook is here for, to see how it shines well in society. Around the empty memory, dozens of brain does not bother to drop out, others keep saying, "I'm overwhelmed, overbookée, too much fluff, sorry ... But mostly you're in too, you run, you got too much class, you're probably super important as brain ...
Too bad, because you, you is not got time to clean house.

In view of the world, people can hold the highest place. In view of the mind, the place they occupy the lowest and only call this compassion that is felt before the heavy infirmities. (Christian Bobin)

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Did you land in the nose


(Jan Dunning, http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/search?updated- max = 2008-03-12T13% 3A53% 3A00-07% 3A00 & max-results = 7)


is 19h, I leave the "work" and I stress. Provided that the laundromat is still open. The down-to-earth kidnapped me, I have porridge in the mouth, eyes and nose. Fortunately, there's the sun, the air is sweet, 1 April, more than I miss a good big slap sleet. I check, my twists, but no, I did not even fish stuck in the back.

This morning, I am not lifting for three minutes, I start my overthrow bowl of muesli with fruit Monoprix. Not easy to not be face against the ground, where, squatting on the floor, I play the brush so early. I try to show much imagination, to show strength of character not to give in to temptation, not to plunge directly under the duvet. Not easy when all eyes still puffy from start to dream about all these exciting things you can do in a day, while trying to retrieve small pieces and petals scattered cornflakes. Go

hop, I try, I'm starting. I put myself in the position of a backdrop of cinema. My boss asks me lake, very big, but not too far, tall grass, but not too much, a forest garden of Eden atmosphere, surrounding hills, and a road that could eventually meander. Good. I wonder if that makes me dream, if y 'paradise paved roads. I try to fly, but you have to face facts, I'm just surfing google earth, and I just can not help but wonder, is that tomorrow I will have clean socks, is what my panties have been much time to dry?



this life I hate, I curse. I sometimes escapes. To my surprise, when I go to Monoprix and buy bread and coffee, as if my life depended on it. And I come back with a package of Danette cotton and chocolate, I wonder what has happened
where I could have gone. For several minutes, I left the land of the staples. Within seconds I was able to enjoy the gentle bubble and futility.

19:30, deadline for the last machine. I mix white and color. Did she not learn your mother? Nope, it's not like his down-to-earth about her. She fucking hands in the clay my mother, one with which we make small snowmen, vases and bunches, with whom we share a dream. So yeah, I mix white and color and I Fuck.

Spring is unpredictable and surprising. Rain and sun alternate tirelessly as if they were chasing never able to catch up, they play with my feelings.
Sun, April 2 Hilda was born, yet one that has been forced to leave his bull for the land it will attack, strong in all his toes.
Rain, I'm on the street is normal, I'm not even angry, probably because the purpose of my walk is to first buy a pair of shoes, but also because I have so much hangover that I rely on these water spouts to relieve my brain fogged.

Snow, he is 3: 46, I laughed a lot, I counted 946 steps under the CWS, it's Sunday, the day the sheets are white and smell good, I like the noise that 'they do when no one has yet received, and finally, I like the sound of my footsteps on the snowy ground.

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# 18 # 17 Paris Paris

Neither yes nor no

(Corey Arnold http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-03-12T13% 3A53% 3A00-07% 3A00 & max-results = 7)

How to find a semblance of coherence? Since
me what my favorite is paradox. So yes I
starving and eating makes me sick, I listen to the TV with eyes closed, eyes open I sleep when I'm exhausted. I would call someone to explain to him calmly that I will see him again, and mean the exact opposite. Luckily, I did not contact her.
I have all the answers. Neither yes nor no. I do not understand everything. Why
absolutely seek happiness? Since
me what I really love is crying and sniffing.

Grandis Justine please. And not much later that I do not really remember when I dreamed that my cat died. Last vestige of my childhood. Not home, neither the Board nor the parents together, chat Pépette is all that remains. Poor little thing, on whom falls the responsibility to tell me in a dream that my adult life began.

My adult life?
And the vagaries of childhood?
All this looks like a big pillow down, I forgot to change the alarm time, I remain at winter time, that of hibernation and sleep. I left an hour early childhood where every day of the week look like a holiday. Easter Monday is one of my preferred. The sidewalks are empty, and all the people who are usually there on purpose, I know, for me are upset that day too busy to eat eggs in small families, in the hail, well done. They do not understand that rabbits do not come out of hats but the bag boys. I obviously I expect that ensure a lollipop-shaped heart, which has the taste of love. For now, only the dye job my child's lips.

I love people, but not all the time, not when they prevent me from advancing in museums and give me the impression of being contraflow with impunity. This week at the Cartier Foundation, apparently, are the people we just observe. It's obscene, I do not see much, especially the beautiful world that looks on masturbating, and this couple who only kiss, and those who only yell at each other, strategically placed just in front of my nose. I thought the opening of Patti Smith, not in a box swinger. I do not know if I'm frigid or if this does not affect me, not even the fingertips.

What has happened since adolescence?
Where is John?
John is in the Kitchen, uh no sorry, my mistake, John is up your ass.La cow, English classes have changed since the 6th B. Neither mother nor whore, but increasingly hard to look coy.
I'm slammed, clicked, hungry, all the bulbs have farted. This would be much easier if it were enough to double click, if you could control right click to swallow and be satisfied.

When I was little, the "yes or no" I answered systematically 'bah of course. " But there's always a day we have done, and it was one where I said, very sure of myself, "Duh of course not." Today, I finger a semblance of solution.
Finally, a solution that is somewhere between yes and no.

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not eat your fingers!

(Alex Prager http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/)

I'm in my head, I am. I'm in my head, I am. I am, here I am. Where are you? I know.
Stop asking questions. I surrender. Everyone is silent. It just takes a break this week, because I can not take more. They act like babies it sucks his thumb rather than to eat the fingers, only two possible answers, yes, no, love, love it. I do not think, I do not think I'm not, you do not see me.

That's a challenge or I do not know. I close my eyes, damn, the parasites are still there, my brain is full of interference ... I'm trying to deceive, to wash me with the baby Cadum, I have trouble finding recklessness. I even dreamed that I was skating on gravel. Great, great moment of loneliness, my knees all skinned.
Good, but what do you do when you do not you think? You enjoy life, like bah, it's a good one, is not it a bit too easy? Me because I feel it is the main narrator and I, sometimes actor and spectator, in spite of myself. As if a parallel story stuck to my ass. Obviously, I am more.

I put the head on the belly of my sister, the big protective bubble, the shell through which we listen to the sea I am the heart of the mother, and I mean that of the child. It makes a reassuring thud, they look good both in there. And then I tell myself that the baby still has the unlikely chance of not hearing the big shit with distinction and vulgarity that my ears are sometimes victims.

The other day at the laundromat, that slut, I almost bake him head in the electric dryer. Fortunately, my mind wanders and I remember the ghosts of my girlfriends:
- I want him to take me on the washing machine, but I dare not ask him.
- Bah me it is not practical, we do the laundry at laundromat.
And that's where the mediocrity of daily life can be improved. When a Saturday afternoon, you buy a machine wash at Darty. It is in these moments that the options are all their interest, it is not the time to skimp on a full program with prewash, wringing, drying, ironing, marriage. Take the whole range.
I do not listen to music for the pleasure of hearing the three albums endlessly running loop on my mp3. My headphones are there in case of extreme emergency, distress or the bitch crying children, worst of banality, something of the life that one can hardly escape. "Pass me the salt," all this is not for me. You may say, we will not make a comedy music every time bah ... well c'mon pass me the salt ...

Poor little thing. No, no, do not go out. Do not let yourself be, bikinis have replaced wool tights Monoprix, but it is a delusion, it is still too cold. Take my example, when it hails, I stay at home, in life, always try to take advantage of a lull. Little child, you make the smart, huh. When I grow up I'll be .... Blah, if you think it is also piece of cake. You'll answer me, but he who says that there is, and it would be very timely. What became of my childhood dreams? I wanted to be a butcher.
1. It can happen if I made too shit.
2. Dexter had better watch out.
3. There's only idiots never change their opinion.

This week I met a boy. Hector, one month and a half. I take her in my arms. You, yet you drink the whey, I m'enfile red, white, and a small liquor that does everything happen, promised, I try not to let you down. You vomit for no reason, I, I want more and more instantly. Finally, last night he should not have too much fun to me pat on the back for me to do my rot. You pass from arm to arm, too, since that's it. Jump on knees in speechless pleasure, grimacing in pleasure, yesterday, I was just a body between the arms. We told the next time you know you do not meet again, the question does not arise. I am only enjoyment I had warned this week, I do not think so.

Finally we are quite happy both. Me, I have blue eyes, you get yourself not to think, do not be anxious to see your fingers bleed to force them to eat. We will tirelessly tell you: not eat your fingers! They are miniature, tiny, delicate. I've already caught several doors before I realized they I could serve small snacks, it hurts, but hopefully, it suggests that I really like it.

Wiring Diagram For A Motion Light

# 16 # 15 Paris Paris

A Sunday in the snow


(Ryan McGinley http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/)

must wake with extreme caution. Stop, she pretended to sleep. A large bucket of water into his mouth real bitch to false fringe and voila. It just waking dream, do not make too much, so she takes her life to a romance that she loses the thread in the Metro.
- The boy would be called in front Augustine my name is preferred, and when I close my eyes, I said ...
- Shit, gatehouse is my stop!
Pauv'mec. Life is poor, especially on Mondays. Claude Francois had told us.
The first day of the week has a taste of tainted milk, the toilet my cereal and coffee. There are moments like that, it seems not to advance. And perhaps because it is not concrete enough, not thick enough, that all this does not have enough relief, the feeling is widespread and still a little too light, it would be really stupid to s' upset for nothing. I can not find nothing better than to go on reporting on the esplanade of Defense. A stormy day. There, I feel good wind. In my eyes that cry, my nose and my brain, I can finally trépigner for real. I hope for one thing, fly. Last solution, divine incantations for Mary Poppins to come get me.
Yes, yes. I decided that everything would flow over me, that nothing cling to the roughness of my skin, but I cling to you in spite of myself. In memories of dreams or passions that I do stand by it, who even do not exist. And in the subway, as elsewhere, There's weeks where doors do not open.
That day, journalism gives me the impression of a hike starting very early on a Sunday at 7 am, and that over the market, it will snow. At first, I no desire to face the drop. I feel that I will have to slap me in the 4807 meters in fog my nose. I consider myself quite enough already perched at the top of my dreams and deep in my pillow. I think I hear dad just before we left to walk, just my June, give me your hand, the sun is just above the clouds. In my head the squall of snow, of course. He told me that every time and I do not believe it. Yet it is true. It is after much shit in the climb, I can go down the wind at your back and the sun in the nose, hopping with a satisfied air. Yet on Monday, Y'avait certainly more interesting than the summits national day of fertility.
Why she shakes like that? Mary Poppins you think? She drinks a beer at the Pop In, you're deaf or something? It is surely trying to explain that she is trying to kill the prince charming and she is struggling. What a bastard, he will not fuck him peace that.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday ... As at the end of each week, I finally drown. In a high mountain lake, the champagne bubbles up through my nose. I zig zag through the snow and the blizzard that turns out to be a simple fog machine. Here's for sure, I lost the hiking trail. A savage monster asks for my number, I go running, obviously. The Cinnamon Bear was not so lucky, me, I was not armed.
What do you think Mary Poppins? I have several strings to my bag lady you know. What If? What if I dream of him 20 minutes a day, he will think of me forever. What if I offered him a blind test he can not refuse? Justine, do not shit on a Monday once a week is enough already.

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The science of dreams

(http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html)


- Hey, little girl, she looks like what your home?
Little and huge, limitless really. Two boxes. That of the nightmare and fantasy. One whose fate is crying, another sweaty, and vice versa. In the middle there 's real life, nothing very exciting, which sounds an alarm, obedient. The
little girl prefers to live in his dreams, just imagine, questions, answers and kisses. It is safe to live very hard things. It would be called Marianne and all other Pierrot le Fou, it would not water down his principles, first because it's disgusting, but mostly because it's a real bad taste. Tolerance is not his forte.
His character is tragic, hysterical, melodramatic, not so much because it makes him happy, but because it is the best way she found to feel alive. Neither quiet nor cool, she takes pleasure in Frustration against itself, and other accessories, you do not necessarily understand. Do not worry, sometimes it is not on earth with you, and with any luck, it does not even speak to you. In these cases, you just take her in his arms, shaking hard. With any luck, she go back to sleep.
Today, in reality, the girl takes her responsibilities. I will vote, even drunk, I stand in a semi dementia. Because I know the girl, she goes out of his dreams as you fall off a cliff. Or some nights, she just glides very violently from the top of a staircase to wake up. In reality, it could have farted coccyx, but in her case, she just lost her shoes in her mind is Cinderella, and I can tell you that the stars dance, is obvious. For once, the little girl and I are relatively happy to be happy no Don Juan or other Zoro does it come pick up his shoe.
Later, in real life, when Robin Hood offers him Aspégic, first it is super down to earth as man, and finally she takes kindly. And yes, secretly she said that not everyone has the chance to be a princess.
Monday morning, his alarm will sound, think she hallucinating, but no, his head will actually explode.

Kates Playground And The Rabbit

# 14 # 13 Paris

How to say no to Mon Cheri

(http://a-dream-like-this.blogspot.com/)

One.Two. Three Mon Cheri. I pick tirelessly in the box, slumped on the sofa. I take them one after the other, unpacks without much precaution, without distinction, and small cherry liqueur, I taste again but no doubt you're really all the same. And that's the big difference between you and me, Mon Cheri, between girls and chocolate, you can not divide myself, m'interchanger or replace me. Know that as much as it annoys me to wait at red lights, being stuck in the escalator or take my foot down the stairs.
You do not want to just stop digging in what you believe to be a huge box of chocolate candy?
- Yesterday I made mocha, but tonight, I would type out a little tidbit more in the style praline.
- This is handy if like that mocha is not there, you can always call his girlfriend praline. Ba
yeah, why not. What is risk? This is the crisis of liver assured.
Me, Me, I'll go in search of a Mon Cheri edition limited edition. But not this week, I was too tired. Thursday, I tried to hit me with Romain Duris after show Sebastien Tellier, but I'm not sure, I think I watched too ... Anyway Tom warned me:
- Love is complicated.
- It's true that my good friend, besides, if I may, there's more season.
That evening, in Jeannette, Bathsheba (mucho) says she was dumped by text message: "You suck bad, I'm leaving . Ha, finally a real good reason to be discarded. And not one of those who fear excuses like: I do not love you.
So Friday, I told myself that friends Y'avait it real. Especially if those friends are boys who love me, one of them is of Armenian descent and knows how to prepare couscous dumplings able to absorb the vodka jet. These people feed me really, they explain the rule of three B PP, dude wanker, and finally connected Brancale frankly ... I'm leaving, twice as big, but happy.
That evening, I am again drunk at a party, again sitting on a couch. I'm next to Czech Petra cousin, he explained that he fucks with his physio, just before asking me what gift to give his wife for her birthday ... I'm speechless. I really want to tell him to give him a good pair of scissors so she could cut his balls, like that for fun. But no, I'm just pretending to listen. During that time. I look at my nail varnish is flaking, but still see where I can write all your names, I wonder what happened, and I tell myself singing on Pipiloritti Rist: I don 't want to fall in love .... With you.
Right now, it's a little anything. I fill the void, an open book beside me, listening to Sebastien Tellier and the shipping forecast, wanting more than turn on the TV. And then in my head, they all shout louder than each other. Is what we can silence the little voice. I want it to be easy sometimes as simple as water running down my instant Royco soup.
Four, five, six, eight, ten, twenty-six, I finally get drunk at Mon Cheri. And tomorrow, for sure, I'll go buy some little hearts Belin.

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Gazette de Paris # 12

Your Eyes When We Kiss




upset why? Upset because. Vexed in life in general. Things, and people do not live up to what I had hoped. And also to have the wind on the nose, it's mind-blowing my bangs. This morning, light attacks especially my eyes.
A friend said: "It's always better to spend the night with someone than alone." Wrong answer, flunked. Sadness. It's like singing at the mouth of someone: I'm waiting

for Someone and it's not you
I Want Her To Be Around
But It's Not You
We do share some good time you and I
Purpose funny Is Not Enough as days go by
Close Your Eyes When We Kiss,
Cause I don 't want you to see
That you're not The One That I Miss,
When I look at you With Envy

"Your Eyes When We Kiss" Hey Hey My My, it's beautiful to cry but it' shots is depressed.
I looked inside I saw that there was nobody else to hand, and talked face to face with my heart
- It does me enough Justine, the cardiac acceleration of coitus does excites me most, I experience something strong to make me fart arteries, I want to get carried away having breath.
- Do not be afraid my heart, anything can still happen. It is others who have clogged arteries. I'm right, he can not have me at half.
- but he has had raw potato.
- No, it's not even true.
- I'm just heart, but I know we can not get girls with vinegar.
- I'm just a girl, and I know I will not let myself get a heart small wanker.
My great fault is to imagine the dialogue in advance. Often in the street, I look at the large windows of buildings in Paris, I seek the next person, I guess lives in ceilings of living rooms lit. The other day I almost run over me.
must I raise my head because otherwise I might end up there all alone crying inside. I leave the heads up, the sun in his eyes, his eyes far away, plunged into the unknown thing called tomorrow.

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