Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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My life with these animals that heal - Victor-Lévy Beaulieu / Josée Blanchette - The Duty / Albert Hughes - info Sunday

Éditions Trois-Pistoles, 2010
Deeply December! With its parade of holiday and celebration with his friends and grub, with its large and small joys. This is the time to read and provide books, it's time to take time ... for you and your family, relatives and friends. The rest will wait ... You see me coming with my Christmas shoes.

I read the books I'll suggest, these are all books "sustainable", ie books to read. I confess that I became allergic to books which become outdated fashion, books to "Kleenex" read-and-forget, ephemeral pleasures. Books to consumer products, driven by aggressive marketing, map and territory Michel Houellebecq is a glaring example.

Today, in this first "best day" of December 2010, I offer my living with these animals that heal Victor-Lévy Beaulieu. These animals that heal the desires of (too) ... drink-if we expand about the cure-longing to get discouraged, cure wounds that never heal, heal the pain of living, and the list goes on.

therapeutic
A book? Not at all, you're not. A book "Our Lady of Good Counsel? No, nothing to do with donors donating ze lesson. My life with these animals that heal is simply the story a slice of life of a writer Victor-Lévy Beaulieu, who lives in his house in his area, with its companion animals.

Jose Blanchette wrote in Le Devoir: "I knew the VLB polemicist, politician, writer, editor and writer. I met with Victor-Lévy, the wise-man who mothers and heals, delivers his sheep, preparing bottles, cooking beef liver for her cats, lavender grows, harvests its berries. Here
or circus or acrobatic, only the silent complicity between the true nature of man and his fellow fortune prevail.
''I am passionate in cattle, said VLB is that they force you to stay curious. [...] For twenty years I now live daily with the animals in my home, my barn and around my buildings, I do not cease to be amazed by the spirit of nature's bounty when he is due respect, we are doing with her body rather than trying to dominate from the outside, "he writes in his latest book about his passion for animals since the dawn of its existence, their balsamic power, his victory over alcoholism and his pet therapists. " ' "

And later in the article, it says: "It takes, on reading his story, how VLB needed animals to tame his own demons, muses repel black self-destruction:
' 'If I could not enjoy my evenings and my nights to rock me from my animals, I do not think I could resist the lure of gin or whiskey than Scotland. The animals were for me a great lesson, they had a Zen concept of existence: we never saw that moments which are each in their privilege, if it has health, lodging, dining and drinking , one has only to enjoy, with confidence, without guilt or remorse, "writes the literary man, who has imposed two cures voluntary rehab, fifteen years ago. "Normally, the stay was 3-4 weeks, I decided to stay there for eight. They were reluctant to accept me even if I stop writing. But I never drank when I wrote '' "

My life with these animals that heal is a living book, cheerful, colorful, singing life, animals, his family all wear name-the plants. It is a book that explores the life, the pleasure of living -Just-and the hope in his daily life, and the ability to age peacefully. On each page, one feels the breath of the sea, revives us.
The book is filled with beautiful photographs, anecdotes surprising. We learn a lot of things interesting. The book, full of humor, gives us good to read stories tasty.
Photo Christian Lamontagne

Albert Hughes in News Sunday, says: "If the images of his latest book My life with these animals that heal are very convincing, very strong and also very tender, the text is nothing less than fascinating and very instructive. It goes back to basics!
In the broadest sense, it is a well-deserved tribute to all beings big and small, that make up the animal kingdom and whose behavior, although they say instinctive, is filled with a civic found only in the human race ... The famous author and playwright also makes praise any animal population that shares his life .[...]»

The author of this article gives us touching testimony: "The lady with whom I shared this beautiful August morning had to wait a couple of hours before you fill me talk. And when she took possession of the book, she sent me graze in turn when I wanted to speak to him. VLB had bewitched with his animals and all experiments and observations he described in his book. When we say a must is a must, My life with these animals that heal is a must. Voila! "

He taught me that:" In its edition of September 2010, Reader's Digest chose My life with these animals that heal Victor-Lévy Beaulieu into his Book of the month, a digest that covers 19 pages with photographs. "
This is not nothing!

I could talk again and again to this beautiful and delicious book. I could bring you a host of critics, all positive, a lot of touching stories and comments. But ... it will suffice to conclude by saying that this book will do you good, and that you will return often and long ...

I wish you, rain or shine, good day.
I wish you a beautiful month of December 2010.
Let the sun shine in your heart every day!
Photo Melanie Beaaulieu
"When I am among my animals in their care, to care, playing with them is that I treat myself ,
is me I care, it is with me as I play.
I forget the world as it is now in its daily affreuseté, lacking any sense to be blunt. " -

Monday, November 29, 2010

Being Caught With A Fake Id

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There are these some whose urgency is to get rid of any obstruction. The drama of these, is to find chronically face their own constraints and still have to overcome. For these
some, I'd have a kit soft words, a pate with tenderness, just a bundle of advice.
Finally, it's them, I've always loved.



pix: Installation Preparation (tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow .... aah!)

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Saturday, November 27, 2010

How To Make A Musical Notes Bracelet?

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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Can You Give A Dog Demazpan

Shit, I touitté Hannah Montana?


Gluttony below to make me forgive the stream of thoughts, reflections, quotes and mid-gists 1
immodest thrown on Twitter and reproduced below ...

The smallest animation stop-motion world (filmed with a mobile phone
2) by Sumo Science Tweeter: - Move over, you crushed me!
✔ It is time to open the bag and check if Reblochons have not made the trunk ... ✔ we no longer say "assistant stage" but "artistic collaborator for the director '... (Sic) ✔ I almost forget the existence of Twitter ✔ things escape me: a client (drunk, of course) pay € 330 to his room and spent the night sprawled on an armchair in the lounge ✔ never take literally what I touitte ✔ really? ✔ Sadjia AOUADJ BAREL and Annie offer you ... (
this
) http://twitpic.com/3880gf
✔'s apology seuneuceufeu (blablabla) http://post. ly/1DQGR ✔ break from football Wikio: p
✔ no journalist to report to a prime time a redesign, it costs lots of money? ✔

[calgon] "it protects the vital parts of your machine" and say that there are people paid to lay it ✔ I still love the Tango (Mayor Street, Paris:) I lost my
✔ Wall-E, I never would defer ✔ We hasten to succumb to temptation, before that it does not move away. (Epicurus) ✔ truth of the actor by Laurent Terzieff: http://melvin-beyond.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-verite-du-comedien.html

✔ lost 2 minutes of my life with rag Grazia, thank you life: p
✔ almost the jailer refuses to fill out a form for lady breath or heels ... ✔

but what am I doing here? ✔

today = phone with real buttons and thread, e-paper with real saliva to glue the patch, birthday card, nothing in the computer or via Internet = = 20th century love
From ✔ the need of urban violence in a democracy: http://wik.io/cx3kB
✔ What I have written crap on Twitter! [And more]
✔ sustainable or not, a story never lasts a lifetime, it is neither in nor Disney Hannah Montana
✔ Liliane Bettencourt is the Paris Hilton 50s, something about ... no? ✔
hens laid eggs in lavender
✔ "When the order is unjust, the disorder is already a beginning of justice" (Romain Rolland)
✔ certainly ... ✔
today I do not touitte call someone next to you, train or bus without hearing the aftershocks of his interlocutor, requires even more concentration. It is believed only listen with one ear, but the brain is stepping up efforts to imagine what the speaker said invisible. This is not a dialogue or a monologue, but an in-between, that [of] researchers have dubbed halfalogue ("mid-dialogue").

( Source: Robert Sole in Le Monde, 01.10.10)

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Sunday, November 21, 2010

Extra Long Sheer Door Panel

Lunch on the 2006 César for best film intervista




Jacques Audiard had obtained in 2006 the Cesar for best film. Compression bronze, along with other trophies, was housed in a coffee table on top of the Pantheon Theatre, in the 5th in Paris. Dragged my gaiters at the Salon du Panthéon 13 rue Victor Cousin.
I was not on the terrace, so I have not been entitled to the red cover that kind landlady, Charlotte, laying on the chilly joints of its clients. I preferred the couch where I could observe at leisure guests here, the producer there, exchanging a smile intrigued with the elegant neighboring diners. And I agree willingly


praise accorded by the press
the decorator of the place, Catherine Deneuve.
"Confidential address (street or in the cinema, there is no place), the space was almost being a very private club until Pascal Cocheteux finally decides to do an "at home" open to the public, "
we read in the extra people for Liberation.
It is good this Chardonnay. And the mince-pie with duck confit. And the company of that friend who offers me to dive back into the theater. Light heart, I slide the manuscript in the backpack, leaving the Vélib ' their station, and invites me into the taxi for a long way in Paris.
I swapped an hour later the voluptuous charm of the Left Bank to the delight of a foam and a basket of fries from the fry

Dede, Rue Montmartre, at the Palais Brongniard.




Friday, November 19, 2010

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Finally s'regarde well when it has nothing very logical.
You stay a chick, you're just the stick. A chick yeah, a real thing. It is the adventure ahead and count the most absurd that ever crossed, and go have even forgotten how to laugh. I mean, is not nothing to be got there. You've all wanted to read everything, do you have swallowed snakes literary, always under cover, make your life a cloak of fiction. Ca you got into, I mean, at c haud course you got into it on the roads and winters, you're pretty subtracted doubts, dripping, to disgust, to catch moods -all. You've had crossed the seas and shipwrecks, you're all inclusive you think of the ages. But will knowledge. If the craziest, is not when you get a quick concealer in the morning. If the craziest, is not having too many clothes in your closets, the craziest, is not to have empty account but you pay a good bar, I mean not to laugh , no no, a chocolate.
Va whether the craziest, is not to look at yourself in the mirror five times per hour I mean. Sex before love, before blogging books, foundation, first and foremost.
After all I thought you got after you got all that I lived, and after all what you've wanted, it's there, your comedy surreal it is there, your great masquerade: have you done everything to not get there, and it was many things to get there. You are one of them: the school of life is in the same futile path, it led thee by the nose powdered.
Marginal and autonomous, it's funny, I like your scara background, like your eyes, like butter, when you cling to the charming apple. But then resume a ladle of sentimentality, I mean, you love it, indigestion. Who knows if it is not there, your great epic, funny in your accumulated on your shelves and your mp3 super, supermarkets, your bucket under the sink, your weekend fat. Now he cries when you leave your umbrella.
You're all fucking it raw, and is wallowing in your life paper, you disputed any of your attitude lived.
Finally. J'dis that, j'dis nothing.









pix: stay in Paris (installation Annette Messager)


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"Which begs the question of creativity as it would be desirable as it was in a world dominated by boredom, monotony and the everyday, the absence of ideals, the spirit of resignation, the decline of vital forces. "





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Saturday, November 13, 2010

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I think you point me in Paris believe already addicted to Velib '?
error.
I just ride a bike yesterday for the first class Paris. To explore the city with my friends and sound the horn as a kid of 4 years. Do not worry. I remember the noise did in my noggin on the day She struck a corner of Parisian sidewalk. I remember more of the fine firefighters led me to the emergency. They were so beautiful, I do not want to repeat the experience.
About as long as I hold you, I invite you to read the journal European blogs. Nearly 250 bloggers are participating today in the European adventure E-Blogs. This is the journalist, the gardener, the astronomy buff, a policeman, a diplomat at the scrapbooks, the barfly pricking policy ^ ^, etc..


Editor for E-UK Blogs , I answered questions of See Mee ( link ).

Friday, November 12, 2010

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Operation Repo Full Online Episodes

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A not lost
sole vacuum
front, behind, the horizon
to lose sight.
I can not wait.
How choreography give me?
Not lost, before, behind.
A waltz kills and still, the anxiety of inertia.
I refuse the economy and my pockets are proud of risk in energy, I am extravagant.
Renewal me banned already, I can not remember yesterday.
memory permeable streams flowing on the floor tiled in black.
And I bend beneath the boards curves, and I fold for cete straight
Beyond the horizon, sure of his race, he fled, the child
Certain it himself is to never doubt
never born,
and always dancing.



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"You are a tightrope walker, ridged, brittle, like a dream killer."







I want to know.

I want to know where all these tears that I stick to the kits. I want to know where the anxiety begins, where does the loneliness. I want to know. Why I
me the blues, still, gooey, lurking everywhere. Hence it comes, the frog alive, so ready to take the game worries, Unreason, distress.
I want to know why always I tampers with the truth. Where he goes damn, this costume victim.
I want to know where they came all the mirrors from which they emerge, these men ocean, these banks scarlet I do not attain than ever.
I want to know, the silences, small kills, the underestimates.

I want to know. Why I

ponds crusts when the world sleeps, why, when I missed the tram, going from the doctor, being asleep, why when j'me awake at night, when I think about why them, that j'm'achète bread and I see the sea, why I am silent, why not spell it, why in this scribble of indigestible diagrams.

I want to know.
Where she goes, all this rush, this anxiety soft hugs and miles, I want to know is what it is possible to have missed all trains? I want to know, which forced the delay, is it true? Is it all is? It is possible to have twenty-one years old and have already, twenty-one late, it's possible to have dropped twenty-one years to peak and have linked that dust as a parachute? I want to know why there 's so much to read, why so many y' already painted, so I'm not saying that what others have already yelled, louder, higher, more beautiful?

I want to know. Why when I call
y 'than the murmur, murmur why when I y ' more than a great cry. I want to know. It's really always my fault, as he said?

I want to know. Why did you all bleach on my way, why me, i'm'reste nothing but a rust color. I want to know, sense of rhythm and reason, patience and a taste of culture. I want to know the inexhaustible vaults, what steps I missed, how many steps in a vacuum, I have counted?

I want to know how to dance how to taste what words I want to know Nadja and others, how they have found them?

I want to know it makes up a locomotive, bought it self, and how it wins a war?

I want to know why I need that, of all that, why y 'than that, and why that, it is never enough? I want to know

brothel, where they emerge, but they leave all those tears that j'me drags into socks.







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