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.
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
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
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. 
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.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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. 
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.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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 ... 
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 ...
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