Tuesday, March 1, 2011

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It is nice to have found a boy we love and we want to keep, and who loves us for our and our moellosité farfelitude, but if you go away for 6 months in Germany chick's gonna be a bit more complex. And yes, your Servite does not believe that a long distance relationship can work. And yet, even if it makes me freak, I'll still try. That is it will screw up, it is we will not resist, it is one of us will find someone else, but what I know is that I (* Almost) impossible to imagine a break in April, just over six months because we do not see every day or almost to look at the ceiling while listening Mumford & Sons loop.

The most difficult is that we still will not promise, because the future is impossible to imagine, what I will do way back in November? CDI in France? A LIFE again abroad? A Graduate Program in Denmark? What will it? We are two students hungry for travel and freedoms, and I believe that we are not still being able to say "at the end of the course, I want you to be Overall, in the same country, in the same city, and I'll do anything for. "All this is a nice bet on the future. Come on, we end with the first verses in his song of Pink Game Over * * :

"The wheel turns Cos seems, and I put everything I
this game called life, I throw the dice and paris
Happy gambling unlucky in love me I prefer to be happy full stop "

* Almost, because obviously my reflexes conventional flight are not entirely left
** I am not following, because the song is far too pessimistic for my optimistic spirit of pioneer of long-distance relationship

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Lexie - Oh, Would You Be in the line?
Avery - Yes. Yes, I am in the line.

Come on, I leave you, I'm leaving my feast on a well deserved rest with the morning of the death and continue to blissfully watch Grey's Anatomy, without shame or blame, just like the 3 Musketeers (I say anything).

Monday, February 28, 2011

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Have a guess

Guess who has ... spent 3 fantastic days near Bristol, to walk the roads by car, with one German and one Dutch, discovered the South Somerset and England, coastal cliffs to have a charm to Bronte, the opening, sheep, happiness?

Guess who ... has three presentations to prepare for tomorrow and a wholesale review of English?

... Guess who just came back?

Ahah.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

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Déclinologie

IS NEAR THE END IS NEAR THE END HERE, the work of Jason de Haan and Scott Rogers
exhibited during the Nuit Blanche 2009. Photograph by HermiC (via Flickr)

There is a real fascination for the decline, decadence, decay, and not just in France. Journalists, researchers, bloggers (I'm sure I made myself), etc.. like to announce the death of institutions that we previously thought unsinkable. The announcement effect is always small effect. True, it is easier to write THE WEB IS DEAD rather than "the Web as a mode of navigation and use of Internet services is challenged by applications or the Internet objects " ... If you want to do a test, type "death of / + of great value or institution" Google, it's pretty funny.
This post is not meant to vilify declinists (which we do, somewhere, every part), but to look across decline. Is that after spending seven or eight years to learn and dutifully repeating the arguments of Joseph "Schumpy" Schumpeter, I tend not to dwell on simple observation. And with the explosion of digital (Internet), the findings are not missing! A short overview and attempt decryption.

The death of e-mail
early February, the institute ComScore figures revealed for less spectacular on the use of e-mail in the United States. Electronic mail is generally declining, especially among adolescents (displays, among 12-17 year olds, an incredible drop of 59% in one year). "Fault" a new generation unencumbered addition to writing and format of long texts, but prefers texting, instant messaging or social networks, more instantaneous and informal. A trend which fits well (and as always I want to tell) Facebook, which is establishing its new messaging system, uniting under a single interface these new ways simpler, more "digital naive " , communicate.
Beyond teenagers, companies such as Atos Origin is already beginning to abandon the format mail, arguing-rightly-that it is spend time with their employees.
Email is he in agony? The etymological sense of the term (which refers to the idea of "fighting"), yes! The e-mail fights and reinvents itself, sometimes borrowing from competing modes of communication. The example of Gmail, which is constantly trying to implement new features (with more or less happiness) is significant. In addition, the role of the mail, became de facto a means to communicate "solemn", might have to evolve into an equivalent of paper mail today, namely a less practical but which consequently gives a symbolic message to which it is the media. Sign of the Times, the Post Office again to promote her very serious service e-mail recommended that no date yet yesterday ...


Forfeiture blogs
Some time ago, the Pew Research Center published a report on best practices online, which indicates a fall in popularity of blogs among young U.S. Internet users. It did not take less commentators to declare dead the blogosphere.
Good.
I even know why I spend more time on this ultra-overused. For years we discussion of the death of blogs (see here or here), and from all angles!
Far from being endangered, the format "blog" is changing. The split between the ego-centric blogs (ie Kikoolol ), which were the preserve of younger and are logically replaced by social networks with high narcissistic value added, and blogs devoted to subjects other than exploration of the self, is consumed. In addition, the New York Times rightly points out that this decline comes as some blogs have become veritable historical empires (cf. Mashable or Huffington Post, recently acquired by AOL) on a par with traditional media. Similarly, new types of blogs like Tumblr always more intuitive and Pinterest grow and contribute to erasing the line between blogging and curating .
Finally, and perhaps most interestingly, the decline of blogs is to be interpreted as a sign of a qualitative transformation. As bloggers Kikoolol or less passionate disengage and migrate to Twitter / Facebook (where they can tell it without too much effort), the blogosphere becomes a shared space discoveries and ideas . In parallel to this phenomenon of skimming, which benefits most blogging platforms "pros" like Wordpress, there is another sign of a rise in quality of blogs: the length of the notes and depth of analysis. As pointed journalist Clive Thompson in Wired a few weeks ago, the rise of social networking has changed the role of blogs. If before, the notes were short and very frequent, they are now, by playing a sort of "division of labor" with Twitter, less frequent but more documented, more constructive ... In a word: more qualitative!


The end of the album
Monday 21, I was fortunate to attend the first conference Music Net.Works , organized by among others Owni Music and Silicon Sentier. I learned quite a bit but I stayed on my hunger on one point: the new uses of music, both in terms of creation and consumption. Because beyond a business model that is still searching, I was interested in the effects of new digital formats (MP3, video streaming) on the way we produce music. Been observed for some time a great disparity between digital sales of albums and pieces, would it be, as stated Ars Technica death of the album?
Without going into the most simplistic technological determinism, it is clear that the "song" is about to become, in the era iTunes / YouTube / Spotify / Soundcloud / Hype Machine / etc., The base unit of musical creation. Or rather to become, as it must be remembered that before itself as an object of art in itself in the years 60-70, the album was often a collection of singles released in advance (I think especially Phil Spector productions like the Crystals or the Ronettes). The "track" or "single" format seems to be best suited to the digital age, it's quickly consumed, sharing and remix. And the format most monetizable, too (download, streaming video, Licencing) ...
However, as with e-mail, the album is not about to disappear. Instead, the artists who feel the long format (LP) as the only able to translate their artistic vision will strengthen its status of "art object". Already reflected in the work of Radiohead, whose King of Limbs is sold as a complete work that goes far beyond a mere compilation of songs.


Bonus: the disappearance of marginalia marginalia
The , these are the notes scribbled in the pages of books. The New York Times (decidedly déclinolophile) concerned about their disappearance earlier digital books. I put this article only for his poetic side ... I think this is a false issues because 1) the marginalia are a phenomenon ... marginal (lol) 2) the digital book has some way to go.



And you, what your "favorite decline?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

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Exit the Lab School at 17.45, it's just admit defeat by the combustion flames, programs Matlab and usefulness of all this. But the brain is so off, it's the perfect time to lay a note from blog without rhyme or reason (your Servite) and drinking tea again and again, no music, no radio, no series, with just silence and fresh air from outside that allow you to make you realize that you're still alive.

For punishment, I would almost say that since I lived my life with someone who snored I sleep with earplugs - and it becomes unhealthy, I can sleep without great difficulty now. Two exceptions: when I am very tired, and when I sleep home in the mountains, where there's no sound because - let us be clear - there is nobody (140 inhabitants, 50 sheep). Well then, I leave the lab, and I'm so tired mentally (TYPE, John Cagnol say) that it is as if I had my earplugs, I float, I move without really realizing it, I am increased in autopilot.

Today I heard a scientist say "But it happens stuff in Egypt right now, right? . True Story.

Monday, February 21, 2011

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Sadness Monday

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I do not care if you Hate Rose, French music, the songs a bit sad and vapid. Go die in hell with fashion bloggers if you are not happy. It's Monday again, and with the beginning of the week we slap shot from the traditional blues that makes you want to go to Seychelles because good Enough 's enough IT DOES NOT MAKE NICE (today, Paris, he is fine between 8am and 9.30am. True Story. After income is the sky gray and ugly of normal).

This Monday has dragged on and never ceases to complain, and the metallic blue paint that I bought did not help much (though I'm c ' is the cashier and his nastiness that surely broken the magic). Add to this that I'll probably kill my head of course ...

In addition, I must put myself in German. GOOD BLOOD. Come on, I'll make a tea, and grumbled to How I Met Your Mother (some episodes are Surprisingly good to see a second time).

Saturday, February 19, 2011

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And Amazon? Soft

(Family Concert of the Year. Nothing to see. My talents of non-photographer finally unveiled s)

I return to start the article a quote from Dju * in a comment (Who recently left three is usually the way I'm aware that it has caught up in articles ^.^): " even trying very hard, I could not be someone one other than me .

Yesterday one of my many cousins (s a lot in my life, cousins, and it's really good) was passing through Paris before going to Royans (To do what, ask me Do you? Chasing Cubs **, I'll answer). So we both slept on the couch of Mexicans, and chat all night. At one point, she makes me: " and therefore you, after your internship, what do you do? .

.

After my internship, November 2011, I'll free to do pretty much anything I want. Looking for a job, search for life, seeking a Graduate Program , from planting potatoes in the Amazon, a singer of folk-country. While it is clear that some possibilities are unlikely (I love potatoes, I love Amazon but do not push Grandma) there is still a large range rather . And it's pretty awesome .

Many people around me to take the lead on what they want to do, like the American or Sandra. I think I have roughly defined the things that I liked and this is not the act of choice itself which traumatized me. Choose for me is to exercise my freedom and Sartre said " the only thing that enables man to live is the act . Always remain in doubt it would let themselves die slowly, and it can be difficult to make a choice, it is always better than to remain in the limbo of anything and mediocrity. And then, from the moment we choose is that decided, right? Remains for me the question "How do I become the person I want to be? . And this question remains unanswered for now. I'm sure most people here are wondering as above, more or less consciously, but for me it capital, I never repeated the pattern of my mother who is legally hesitation, change of opinion, to regret and to sink ended up in a life and a role that does not suit him.

I wonder every day: how to become a person well, someone I respect and almost admire, someone at the height of his convictions and ambitions? How to avoid regret in 10 years for taking the decisions I make today?

Virgil seems likely at this point that the important thing to keep in questioning forever changing, and at worst, God invented the cocaine.



* I also want to tell you very Virula to visit his site, it updates too infrequently but unfortunately always writes very well (and I do not because it I love him very hard) (but a bit anyway)
** In fact she goes to a panel of chief scout, but I like mysteries

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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Souvenir

Hello,

It's been a month since we returned from travel. You'll never have received the story from the end, that is, since we had arrived in Turkey. Maybe one day he will arrive on the blog ...

Meanwhile, I send you a final message that concludes everything well. I brought my husband a trip through the Americas, and this time we reduce our travel between Europe and Asia a little boy who would come out of hiding on July 5! A product "Made in Uzbekistan" ... Much more original than a product "Made in China!

Thanks to all of us have followed, sending me messages that I have rarely met but who always made me happy. We had a family experience and rich cultural. Travel and you'll be thrilled!

We have moved several times in newspapers, Macedonia, Turkey and England. And Quebec then?! Here were the three English articles.

http://www.cumberlandnews.co.uk/news/cumbrian-family-coming-home-for-xmas-after-9-000-mile-bike-ride-1.787120?referrerPath = home

http://www.newsandstar.co.uk/news/cumbrian-girl-3-has-seen-the-world-1.794390?referrerPath=home

http://www.cumberlandnews.co.uk/news/cumbrian-family-travels-the-world-1.795153?referrerPath=news

soon somewhere on Earth!

Dorothy

Monday, February 14, 2011

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monday

Pending to recover some pictures (but it's unclear that) concert on Friday, I offer these few pictures of animals and babies found on the Internet if you're not happy it's the same.



Anyway, I often feel this way:

Sunday, February 13, 2011

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When the Strokes and Lady Gaga relearn patience in Wikileaks web

The cover of angles, created from a work by Belgian artist Guy DOLLS
It happened something strange last week. Let me explain:
  • Wednesday 9, the Strokes have released Under Cover of Darkness their first song in five years, and nothing has filtered down there on the Internet, apart from an excerpt of a few seconds uploaded "by mistake" a few days earlier. The most advanced music blogs have hailed the "return to form" and Under Cover of Darkness is still # 1 ranking Hype Machine ;
  • Friday 11, Lady Gaga unveiled Born This Way first single from her upcoming album due in May. Similarly, no extract was circulated on the Internet, except for an a cappella version the refrain sung at the MTV VMAs in September. On sale for download from 15h, Born This Way became head of iTunes sales in 21 countries.
It does not strike you? Two major musical events at two day intervals, based on the same principles of secrecy and waiting. Two events that appear to have relearned (temporarily) the patience to Twittersphere and blogosphere.

I remember the hype that the radios were still not so long ago, when Madonna releases a new single. For American Life (launched in April 2003 ... I was in second aha), two leaders of Europe had expected, febrile, exactly midnight to disseminate the official song! In recent years, such a situation is just unimaginable. The first excerpts of disk fuitent several months in advance to be on all the good music blogs, and full albums are downloadable in file. rar in excellent quality before they are on iTunes!

In this respect, the parallel outputs of the singles of The Strokes and Lady Gaga appear as anachronisms. How do these artists have been able to impose an embargo on their music? And most importantly, how the Internet, this kid is turbulent, he could play the game?

Intuitively, I would say first that this is not just any artists. Needless to present Lady Gaga, appearance pop extolled by both the general public that the most critical snobs, to designers and marketers. Needless also to present the Strokes, aka "the the coolest group of the world ", whereby (or because of which) we are all still wear skinny jeans so far. They are artists who have a rare cultural weight, allowing them to impose their conditions on the online music community.

But it is not enough to be crowned hype to be respected by twittos, quite the contrary. The hype is created and talks. That's what has worked to Julian Casablancas on his Twitter account by revealing in dribs and drabs of information about an album constantly pushed for three years ... while taking care to cover their tracks by posting false pockets of Disk also likely that foul when you know the taste for kitsch Strokes (see the real cover above).
Meanwhile, Lady Gaga has spent the last few months to raise the sauce on her second album, billed as "the best of the decade" (quiet). Moreover, "Mother monster" mastered the mechanics of buzz on Twitter pushing the creation of hashtags in his glory or that of his single. Above all, it took everyone by advancing to the short release date of the piece, which was to be revealed at the Grammy Awards, two days. Sufficient to create a sense of urgency and drive a little more and Twitter, a fortiori, any fan of pop culture.

This shows that imposing conditions on its website is not given to everyone, and you need to know to do it ... But we see most astonishingly, it is still possible!

I feel like repeating myself but it's a fact: the web has completed changed our relationship to traditional sources of legitimacy. The artists, whether musicians, filmmakers, visual artists, etc.. no longer control the dissemination of their own works. Marks may at any time to lose control of their image and be subject to lynchings 2.0, as BP (misappropriation of pub, a Twitter account) or Gap (parody logos). The governments themselves can not manage to claim 100% their communication with the rise of Wikileaks model.
Yet the example of The Strokes and Lady Gaga shows a traditional source of legitimacy may yet take hold of the web, provided this is done well. Enough to give hope to those who lament the destructive effect sometimes (I prefer to say "deconstructive" but good) for Internet communication, and give rise to some concern among advocates of "full open". A unless it of epiphenomena, exceptions that prove the rule ...

What do you think?


PS: In the kind "I am a mégamarque and I know standing up to social networks," this example is also very interesting.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

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Tomorrow I'll see Family of the Year at the Maroquinerie with the boy. I'm happy because I love music, and the boy too, though my natural tendency to panic and anxiety these days requires me to flee before they must be separated in May due to training in two different countries . You may say, the relationship distance, it is, especially when it is between Germany and France, and I tell you that when you're a neurotic who was always afraid of being abandoned is prefers to be alone that the risk of being dumped. I'm stupid. I should take advice with Girlonthecouch for that matter this seems to be much more mature and poised than me.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

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No I did not explain exactly why my blog continues to set different dates when I publish an article, I actually mean to malign the air "on Monday is ravioli "when the blog shows that the article was published on Sunday (but I promise I'm not writing my articles in advance - not enough vision in the future to do so). Anyway.

Yesterday, I went to visit an industrial site all day rose at 5am for a train at 6am (we must make the trip to the corner lost), I spent the day discussing project and tour facilities - all rather interesting. I came home exhausted at 21h and I made the wise decision not to see The Boy tonight, just to spend a night restorative sleep.

was not counting my cronies.

I live one story shared by 24 people, with a certain identity, a culture of celebration, what a bunch of friends! Tonight, they decided to drink, invited me (normal!). I thought it was just like that, because right now we have all required courses in the morning (which you must point and that's great too). Actually no. It is 1:34 ET despite my earplugs (necessary when you live on campus) it woke me up with their music and their cries. I am extremely upset, while I love them, and I know that if I wanted to join their welcoming me with open arms. But how to join a Band students already drunk, in the midst of a raging party, while you're in your pajamas ready to tuck you a plate of chocolate just to avoid going to yell at them? Nice exercise for my patience. Want to go tell them to burn in hell and they tear their vocal cords (I do not understand the propensity of boys to scream - fashionable 300). And finally, I find myself on my blog and do nothing just because, it would be pointless. We must be lucid, and take his misfortune patiently.

pity that the boy was already asleep, I would have moved for the night.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

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Monday, we begin by Madagascar 2

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Grief?

Mourning - question mark - because I wonder if I should mourn. My grandmother. Attention, I do not intend with this article catch your tears and sympathy (I will not spit, but say I do not need).

My grandmother has the disease Alzeihmer for about a year. Say that the disease was detected a year ago when some symptoms have appeared before, we did not suspect anything. And then, several things are intertwined.
My grandfather decided not tell him. to conceal his illness. Living alone with this responsibility. Because according to him, my grandmother is sufficiently stressed likely not to bother him with it. But now that the disease progressed, she realizes she is completely diminished she knows just why. Old age, is it a good justification?
After broke the neck of femur (conventional injury in old ladies, but still posting a loss of mobility forever), the disease has seized the opportunity of his weakness (very thin, tired, recovering) to progress. When I saw her for Christmas, she was already at the hospital (for a short stay because she was too skinny), and seemed extremely reduced. She has acknowledged , but could not sustain his attention more than ten minutes. She did not want to walk. My grandfather seemed exhausted .
Today, I have news of my grandfather that I scribbled letters of response when he has time, that is almost never : she became completely dependent. She no longer works, all the time needed him, wakes up at night. A need someone to make the toilet, to wash, to help to dress, eat. Mixture day, people, years, I dare not even ask if she remembers us. I do not know when I see her (they live far away) and if, when I see her again, she remembered me. I feel that she will die soon, and I wonder if this is not for the better. That may be cruel to think that way, but I do not know if today she is happy. If my grandfather is happy.

I wonder if I have to say goodbye to my grandmother who is still alive but even here anymore.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

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How did I miss this? This day will overflow

I think I can die now. Or I can get into my quest for the man in blue slim to teach me to dance like that God has always wanted. How is it possible that Moldova has not won at Eurovision? And for the record , I find the song last year in France was not so bad (click ). At least it moves, and neither is nor Patricia Kaas Fatals Picards (it's not that I have something against them but if they last).

Otherwise for fans of Christophe Maé (haha):


For those who would listen stuff right now, there are:
- Rosi Golan , advised by Girlonthecouch , and in fact it namby-pamby but with pieces of too well inside.
- Iron and Wine, whose latest album is out , and even that I bought when the last time I bought a CD in 2008 was good for any anniversary .
- Ana Johnsson for evening when you come a little tipsy, a little sad, slightly happy, this time floating you ask yourself where all your existential questions. She is revered, and it feels good.

As Girlonthecouch at a time, I'm looking for interesting blogs to read updatent and not every 36 months, and for now I found (but you probably know everything already) : Old Feline , Report No , and I liked Bidule but she seems to be a little vacation.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

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I can already imagine it: all day course on "How to negotiate and communicate " (it can not be invented), with inability to do anything that connects to participate because the scenarios and then I teaches a course to support a student of second-that is to make me under, so it's well and then I link with a meal at Mexicans, the whole knowing that I must correct a article of 6000 for signs midnight (I participate in this contest ). Phew.

If I read it and too much But because I have a thing with the novels of Beigbeder.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

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he won or lost?

Wikileaks, FTW or WTF?
Difficult to start an article on Wikileaks so it seems that everything has been said about the subject! I myself wrote an article by analyzing cross 4chan last August. It must be said that the website, which we forget it exists since 2006, knew his mark in a few months time.

If this business has been so political and cultural echoes, is that beyond the appearance of radical and dramatic, it concentrates most of the attributes of post-modernity: transparency, obsession with putting directed especially towards widespread distrust all authority.

This distrust concerned including traditional media, singled out by Julian Assange for their complacency and cowardice. If Wikileaks is born is precisely because the press would not do his research and advertising (literally), or an accomplice of those in power while ignoring some of his mistakes. This virulent criticism did not stop Wikileaks to join with five major newspapers worldwide (The World , The Guardian , The New York Times , Der Spiegel and El Pais ) to disseminate and discuss quasi-continuous intra-trade of American diplomacy last November. Then a decision widely criticized and, post could appear as an error.

With "Cablegate" was seen to establish a convergence phenomenon well described by this recent article of New Yorker. On the one hand, Wikileaks uses more and more journalistic methods to disseminate its information, working closely with some newspapers and broadcast over the revelations dropper. On the other, and most importantly, traditional media have seized Wikileaks model and have modeled their convenience. Because what happened had actually happened is: great press marks begin to develop their own systems of "leaks" that allows anyone to send them digitally and anonymously sensitive documents. Al Jazeera was the first to launch in early January with the creation of his "Transparency Unit" , and the New York Times would also consider a similar service. And it's a safe bet that very many others (including The World ) follow suit ... Especially since the fact that a title as respected and conventional cross the Rubicon would have the effect of any inhibitions the area!

This double movement of convergence poses a question: four years after its inception and more than seven months after its media explosion, Wikileaks he won or lost?

The even on Twitter, consecration
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Somewhere, Julian Assange and his buddies won. Because if they attacked the mainstream media was urging them to mobilize, which is done. On behalf of Wikileaks has entered popular culture. Values, such as activism and transparency have found some resonance, not least because they have been widely debated. His model, finally, is recovered by the press and thus tends to become mainstream, even natural. What began as a warning shot to the traditional media has turned into impetus, and investigative journalism, with all that implies taking risks, seems to revive the concept of Wikileaks.

However, one can also see this phenomenon in the defeat of Wikileaks. Being aped by the media that criticized the site forfeits all exceptional. If several spinoffs had already emerged, it was primarily to honor and support their model. However, when Al Jazeera or New York Times create their own structures of leaks is rather short-circuiting an organization that does not really good news (pun free day) and whose head shall be deemed somewhat accommodating.
Wikileaks could even suffer a double penalty: on the one hand, it would again become a regular site, but vaguely subversive political clout. On the other, he would continue to be targeted by inertia, violent criticism from governments and part of public opinion. Most remaining big irony, as pointed out by philosopher Slavoj Zizek in a forum echoed by Owni that Wikileaks is never quite out of the liberal-democratic political system which he revealed the flaws, what makes his model was not that easier to absorb by the "dominant ideology" (that is, in the eyes of Assange, media pouring into the soft consensus, guarantees of political stagnation) ... After

blogs, which have shaken (and I mean jostled, eh) the legitimacy of professional journalism, and social networks that have to be pushed more reactive and do nothing omitted, Wikileaks appears to have scored a third identity crisis of the press in the space of ten years. Except that this time, traditional media has reacted swiftly and dramatically. At least on this point, everyone wins.

What do you think?

Sunday, January 30, 2011

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So good

I understand, if I as neurosis, because I go to bed after 23h: nothing good can happen when you've exceeded your usual time (say, preferred) to sleep . It would turn off the phone, computer, get into pajamas and get under the duvet without expecting anything more.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

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Torn between the urge to ask me and desire travel, stay in constant motion, never wonder about the sense of what I do, I say. There is this feeling of needing to be a place for good to take a job, seeing my friends, going to the movies, make plans in the future as "buy an apartment" or "get a promotion." To see my family on weekends, buy a dog, go to Ikea to find a new shelf to find books at Fnac every week me walk on the Pont des Arts on Sunday.
And then there's this other feeling, the one who frightened by the prospect of being trapped in a cycle, makes me always moving, always changing. All my little life I have always chosen ways that upset my life: I went to a school where I knew nobody, I purposely chose a preparation in a different city than my hometown, I landed in a school without a friend. And each time, I rebuilt , inching away, creating connections, discovering new personalities. Learner. Then I went alone to the Netherlands and one in India. Yet. To find people incredible and a desire to live that I had never experienced.
Yet I still wonder every day what is the way forward? Is there a way best de faire les choses? Puis-je constamment bouger? Puis-je survivre en m'installant enfin quelquepart? Comment puis-je devenir celle que j'aspire à être ?

Friday, January 28, 2011

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Wait a minute

When did things got this way? How did this all happened?

I usually have troubles getting attached to guys ; not people in general, on the contrary, I am easy to bond with and consider myself a very reliable friend. But my relationship with guys having been relatively complicated -and I only blame myself for that- I don't trust very easily.

This new guy certainly is the exception. But as I find myself happier everyday, there is this little voice inside me who says "Yes, but one day, this will all be over ". In 2 weeks, 2 months, 2 years...because of me, or because of him. But the knowledge of this, the fact that it will end someday is somewhat horrifying. For that, I would run away . Run away from the trouble, run away from a guy I love.

I like the french author Frédéric Beigbeder. Two quotes of him I really like:

" C'est donc cela devenir adulte : construire des châteaux de sable, puis sauter dessus à pieds joints et recommencer l'opération, encore et encore? " Love lasts three years

Do not worry. There Is Hope for me:

" flee, always, and run hard. And then one day, stopping to tell someone, looking into his eyes: it's you I need, really. And believe it. It would be nice, then do not laugh, have a little fear, and take risks, to do ridiculous things, like giving flowers a day other than February 14 or kiss without being stuffed "The Egoiste Romantique

Thursday, January 27, 2011

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Winter


I like winter, it remains wrapped in our blankets, it would not go with multiple layers of clothing (the opportunity to put tights and wool socks and look like Laura Ingalls but fuck it), sometimes it snows and it's pretty, and above all, the caps what. But cons, winter gives this uneasy feeling of getting fat every day without being able to do anything, because I'll be motivated to go running but when it is 3 ° C and gray, I n 'I just want it to stay watching Shrek 4 in drinking my tea Russian.

In two and a half months I'm leaving for good in my dorm: finished my studies and working life (she says just enthusiasm). I begin with a 6-month internship in Frankfurt, Germany, which I do not speak the language but as I said, I like to put insurmountable challenges. It gives me the impression of being in motion , this feeling of imbalance that keeps you alive and motivated.

You must listen to this song .

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Cabelas Alaskan Guide Bino

Yes but

This weekend I was there, so keep our priorities the things that make you happy, ok?

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Walk Through Walls Gpsphone Ruby



I just returned from a conference entitled "Women Engineer", organized by my school and whose objective was to invite the old school, now engineer es so they can tell us about their background and their experiences as a woman .

This type of event both excites me and gives me the creeps: I always come pissed and I wonder why I went there again. May be to give material In my blog, who knows.

What I take from this conference will be:
- An engineer marry an engineer, especially if it comes from the same school . Good God 7 women at least 5 of them were married to someone met during their studies, 2 / 3 children and a labrador. This kind of perspective terrifies me and makes me want to vomit. I know it's all his life, his desires, his career, but listening to them talk, I told myself: " Good as I left there 70% chance that at the end of my internship at the end of studies * I am hired by the box. A year later, I will marry the boy I met at school a few weeks ago (with whom I am remained, of course ), after two promotions and two brats I'll have a story each . pinaise Oh.
- There is always a pitcher to ask a question that has nothing to do with the subject at the end of the conference, a question that provokes endless discussions with no not give a fuck because fucking the school network is not the subject of this conference.
- In the hall, a hundred girls, 3 guys, which seemed consistent saw the title the conference. And although the host took 15 minutes to comment on this and ask poor boys on their arrival, raving about their interest in matters of family life balance privacy. A conference to discuss girls, and concentrated attention from the beginning of the conference on the three anonymous male there. What irony .

Anyway, as usual I exaggerate, but still, it was full of cliches and rather annoying in the end. Groumf .

Monday, January 17, 2011

Eyetoy Drivers Windows Vista

Anger is Monday

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Why Do Get Dizzy Cervical Spondylosis

I need some sleep

Tonight, Bob (the boy I very often now, we'll call it that for anonymeté) invited me to the party organized by the 'floor' on campus (I live on the campus of my School, and we live in a lot of different buildings, each floor having its own identity: floor rugby, football, floor BDE ,...). I'm already past it's always very nice. We drink a lot, we partied, we fall asleep at hours not having made thousands of bullshit. These friends invited me too excited because we laugh a lot.

But recent days have been exhausting. I pulled on the rope, and there it is 10:15 p.m. ET I collapse of sleep (hence the article in my blog, unwavering logic). So I'm making a lime-mint tea and I enjoy the three sweet chocolate Picard that my roommate gave me.

My life is changing right now, I come to a point in my life where many things will happen, I'll learn, I'll plant me, I will make choices. I find it a bit scary, and also I can not wait. Where will I work? What I want to do for work? Do I want to keep the boy even if I go abroad? Is what I'll manage to keep in touch with my friends (the Gang, I am sure we survived the Netherlands and India)? Will I become the person I want to become?

In Existentialism is a Humanism Jean Paul Sartre said that as there is no human nature every man is responsible not only for himself but for all humanity. Because by his actions, by his choice, he says what he thinks fit human nature. By defining itself, it defines rights in general. And it is a thought to which I connected a lot, and it is for I capital to become someone that I could appreciate and admire, I would be a good representative of what I think human nature.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

How Much Does It Cost For A Toe Shortning

Burn down house history


I was a little overwhelmed early this year, it was necessary that it happens at one time or another if you would all think that the fifth year as engineers gland is not possible. I had a project "Numerical Methods " to make or a programming language rather engineer (and easy) to solve a scientific problem. Where everything is complicated, is that I am a cow programming.

The principle itself does not revolt me, this seems logical enough to make A little programming to people who are engineers in six months, just to learn to cope. My specialty is not computers, touch the algorithms and programming seemed a great idea. Until . Proof

- 20h On Course, Mr Con (the nickname of teacher I had, subtle) made us the math 17h theory behind the numerical methods. Cyril seems like a good way to "wank " the brain to ultimately do nothing. Math, I ate in preparation, I can do, but if your goal is to evaluate a particular exercise, on an application, then we do not only theory. That idiot .
- The topic "encoding" (= program) was a fairly simple matter (well, as far as possible), and instead applied (variations in temperature on a metal plate). So a good idea to base. Unless there are software where you can without worrying model this problem without having to code the program itself. What value then?
- My binomial and I spent 20h on a code that ultimately does not work . This has become over-tired, stressed, and not even interested. This exercise has put us in a terrible state and detestable in this state that makes you want to burn the house prof and he with . A state in which I hate to see because it is pathetic . I

passes defended in 15min and after it folded.

And if not now I read Belle du Seigneur, and it is simply fantastic (a bit less than Mr. Wacky, the book for children) (I read too).

Monday, January 3, 2011

Wedding Lenghas For Rent



Hello all,

There Is No Dramatic ending, no tears just a vey strong inner feeling of satisfaction which in itself wells up with a large amount of emotion but no tears. We are very proud of what we have done and really hope that it can act as an inspiration for others to travel with their little ones. People always talk about finance but seriously if you can save a bit and get out of the daily grind, most countries that we have visited are far far cheaper to live and to travel in, by bike in any case, than our own. Enough of the sermon but it is important for myself to get out of the mystique that it is something unreal what we have done. It isn't and never will be. It was just something we wanted to do and therefore did it. 

I wanted to write this in Istanbul but l never had time. We are now in Toulouse after spending Christmas in Cumbria where l also did not have time. I now do have some time at my in-laws after much of the family who all came down to be together from Belgium, have since left. The last time l wrote we were leaving Van in Eastern Turkey. This town has become my all time favourite place. It's nothing mind-blowing in terms of beauty but as l said in the last message, it has everything. Mountains, lakes, turkish baths, the best food on this planet and great boring stuff like easy transport links etc! We left Van first by bike and then by boat and then by bike again. The boat had no fixed timetable so we were told by some people to just turn up and wait and by others that it only went on certain days of the week when the trans-asia express to or from Iran was passing through as it was indeed a train boat and our day was not one of those. We thought we had nothing to lose so we went down to the port to ask and it looked a bit abandoned so we did not hold out much hope. Eventually we found someone and were told that it would go at 3.30 p.m. This was great news even though that was more than four hours away. It was a beautiful spot surrounded by mountains and many locals came down to have a cay (tea) with their families under the last of the warming sun before winter. It was actually really entertaining as the boys of the cafe were really keen on permanantly dancing to Turkish pop music which l was meant to buy before leaving Turkey. For the next time! The boat was late of course and after they had unloaded and then reloaded some frieght carriages it had turned very dark and l think it was after 7 p.m when we left. Before getting on the boat we had been treated to the best sunset we had seen on this trip. 

While on the boat l cooked our now not so favourite dish of pasta with tomato paste with my superb MADE IN CHINA stove and Oceanne eventually had a short rest. The boat was empty apart from the crew and carriages and us, so it was easy to bed down on the reclining seats. Somehow when the boat docked and even with the cold we could transfer Oceanne from the seating area to her trailer at the back of the boat without waking her up while we would ride into Tatvan to try and find a hotel at what was now approaching midnight. The one we had in mind was full and then luckily another one not so far away had one room left and luxury of luxuries, a bed for Oceanne. We slept really well! 

Our plan was to ride to Diyarbakir, the cultural centre of the Kurds and then take a train to meet our plane from Istanbul to Glasgow giving enough time in Istanbul to organise the freighting of our bikes and trailers and most of our bags direct from Istanbul to Montreal. There was no way we were going to drag all our stuff to England, France and Germany before going to Montreal. It would be a pain and also impossible with excess baggage fees. And so we did exactly that. A highlight of our ride to Diyarbakir including the totally refurbished Caravan Serai on the way into town was the town of Bitlis. Jammed into a ravine in the mountains and dominated by a ruined castle in the centre it is a really atmospheric place and also as a bonus for me had an ancient turkish bath that was working and in close to it's original state. I will tell you that there is nothing more satisfying than sitting in the original wooden reception area sharing a cay with your male brothers and watching Turkish football sitting around the fountain in perfect tranquility and warmth. This is all after being perfectly relaxed for an hour or two in the bath. I thank Dorothee very much for suggesting that l went as she knows how much l like it even if it is my turn to read the story! A Caravan Serai is a huge roadhouse used by the caravans of camels who used to ply the silk road by the way.

A perfect end to the biking part of our trip was the fact that we spent the last two evenings when we would normally have camped invited into the houses of Kurdish families. The first near the town of Batman with a family who did not speak a word of English and were a farming family and the second with a family who we could converse with pretty well in Bismil on the banks of the Tigris. I have some new Kurdish friends on facebook! Arriving in Diyarbakir, a great old walled city whose walls are supposedly second in length only to the Great Wall of China l thought would be strange as it was the end of pulling this little wonderful girl behind me but it wasn't l am afraid. It was planned and l had spent the day before just riding along listening to music knowing that tomorrow would be the end. I thought about all the strong feelings we had experienced together as a family but they would not just all come out just because we stopped. We had already felt them and today was just another day. I think, like as in the last big one from Alaska to Argentina, it comes out when you get home to your previous life. I expect it will be difficult again when we get back to Montreal. 

The bikes were stored in the garage ready to take the train to Istanbul in around 5 days. We would now do a bit of tourism in Diyarbakir and to Nemrut Dagi, one of the big must-see sites of Turkey. Diyabakir is great with it's little alleyways going here and there and it's walls and what makes it even better is that it is a large working city and not a preserved tourist attraction. Nemrut Dagi is a tourist attraction but at 2150 metres and because it was definetly out of season being close to the middle of December we were totally alone on the mountain. If you do not want to walk up which we did not as we did not have the time then you can get your guesthouse owner to drive you up as there is a paved road up to the top. It was totally beautiful and l made sure l stayed up there until sunset. It is a must-do to be on the western terrace at sunset if it is a magnificently clear day as it was. We were very lucky as it was the last day before the snow came to the mountains as then access would not be possible. We had checked the forecast in Diyarbakir and it turned out to be very accurate. Nemrut Dagi is specifically the burial site of King Antochus I and he went to great lengths to make a fine grave. Two terraces, east and west consisting of huge carved heads and bodies made of massive blocks of not just him but many other gods. In between is an immense cone built of the left over stone that rises up to 50 metres. It has not yet being confirmed if he is buried under this cone that is called the tumulus. 

After Nemrut the weather turned bad and snow covered most of Turkey and we were happy not to be biking in another cold winter. We got all our stuff on a train to Istanbul at 8 in the morning where the ticket said we arrived at 5.30 p.m. Little did we know that it was for the next day! It wasn't that far just that the train didn't move very fast. We were not prepared foodwise for this length of journey and because there was no restaurant carriage on the train l had to jump out at every major station and fill up on water, biscuits, crisps and kebabs. Basically whatever l could get my hands on and quickly. We eventually arrived in Istanbul at 10 the next evening after 37 hours of train. Oceanne did very well considering and slept pretty well in the train. We rushed to get the last boat across the Bosphorous to the European side of Istanbul as that was where we had a friend waiting for us kindly offering us free accomadation after a last and final official end of trip photo with all our bikes and stuff while waiting in the boat terminal. Thank you again Deniz and Negip for your kindness. Our friends laptop and telephone was indispensable in trying to find a cargo company to send our stuff to Montreal. It was either too small for the big shipping companies or because it was personal effects for some others or it was because of the bikes for another one. Eventually after two days of sitting in front of the computer and on the telephone we finally had a couple of options. Obviously l chose the cheapest one. After a couple of hours at the freezing cargo terminal at the airport we finally paid and said goodbye to our bikes, trailers and baggage. The guy who protected our bikes with cardboard was the star of the company in my view. We have since heard that our luggage has safely arrived in Montreal! 

All that remained to be done was a little shopping and l had a good friend coming out from London to spend some quality time together. We bought a solid, wool and darkish red Kurdish carpet to replace the dissapointment of Tabriz which should make a colourful addition to our living room. I also had a great time with my friend Richard going out on the town tasting everything on offer including Raki which is very similar to Pastis in France as well of course going to one last Turkish bath! It was a fine end to this adventure. The fact that our flight on to Glasgow from Heathrow was cancelled due to the recent weather problems did not dampen totally our spirits. We somehow got on the second to last train to Carlisle instead which was in itself blocked for 3 and a half hours because of frozen points near Wigan. Arriving at 2 a.m where my sisters were waiting for us asleep in the station car park was a welcome sight. We had arrived and now was the time to relax. Now to work, babies and dreaming of the next adventure. I did not mention the huge news that Dorothee is pregnant with Wilson-young no.2 and after her first scan everything seems to be fine. It was made in Tashkent! We think a typically correct way to end this story.

All the best and a very very Happy New Year 2011, Rupert Dorothée and Océanne.

14,534 km's and 35 flats.

Cablevision Blurred Channels Problem

New Year

2011 has begun with

- A cocktail harlequin : vodka, apple, manzana, and especially where it has been marinated for several hours Harlequin candy
- Three cellophane rolls , where Dju, Sonia and I are curled (I told you we were going to make them pay for their change of opinion on the topic of the evening). I know "peak gold it didn't happen" but seriously, me in shorts and bra, wrapped in paper, plastic? NEVER
- A bar of pole-dancing , I have not tried but has been happily used by many of my friends (not only girls, far away)
- This song
- toasts the tapenade , I was flying as and slathered they were
- A set of dance, girls team against boys team and the boys have won (fair and square)
- A dredge of abuse against my person Dju
- A dredge of Dju abusive towards any person for human
- An enormous squat beds, mattresses, blankets, sofas with Virgil snoring so loud it was like he was vomiting (it may be)

And especially the certainty that in 10 years there will still