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the hands of my father when I was little I


Blog Post originally published in November 2009, now reissued and enriched.

These hands have planted planted dug picked kneaded
They picked the mushrooms, cooked them,
These hands have hunted fished rowed wrote constructed
They loved his brothers, his sister, mother,
This has taken much they hit for more, fail to wipe
and more tears.
I touched those hands on a hospital bed,
I have drawn the strength to live, love and laughter.

Dad, this poem, you do not know.

Words that irrigate are proof of the love I bear you.
A sort of bulwark against the disease that j'érige that ruin your.
What I'll tell you seem very naive, coming from me, almost a young healthy man, who does not know, like you, in the flesh in his soul, suffering, deprivation of capabilities of yesteryear ...

But I will say this with love:

You're alive, you're in front, with the heart a woman two children, three beautiful angels are your granddaughters, a garden than you can certainly shape not entirely as you wish but you reserve its bursts of surprises, happiness. You have to hand these chickadees, robins and goldfinches, that you had watched the corner of my eye, this cat that you tame and which runs to approach your fruit trees asleep. This garden or another. These ingredients waiting to rub your creativity, your talent as a cook.
the millions of moments that awaken your love life and your inner child.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

Time Machine Doujinshi

not much

A tadpole, plant and tadpole poop Olivier questioned me a drink, in real life. Him a whiskey, slice me a Perrier, and my ridiculous diet drooling in front of a cup Grignoterie sending the vicious, my nostrils stoic of shoots of peanut fat well. I did not give and I give you the issue of Olivier "why a blog, what's your blog, what good is a blog" , I ask myself and then I forget.
Line Break.

Where was I, Nadège? Yes, tags, RSS feeds etc.. many unfathomable mysteries that I reserve for specialists in the field. To Personally, I'm just telling stories. That's why I responded to the request
Joufflette
who wrote: "is there a way to be notified by mail following your blog? " As this was a matter of utmost importance, I sought the help of
Jegoun
(making sure it is not too soaked in beer) then
Deef
( after he had poured the sulfate on the ticket anti-Mickey) to install the tool you can see ladies gentlemen in the left column of this blog at the top. A tool but I like very Web1.0 Web1.0 , Petit Robert in the paper version, the keyboard Marsan, Super 8, and laundries using washing, all things friendly with the previous century. This long preamble as a Sunday without food to get you to that tag, so that the questionnaire had proposed See Mee that met Vlad that met El Camino that met Gael, etc..

Eight questions about small children. I do not see what I very original to say about my childhood, I leave in less nose in my locker morbid irony simple answer to these questions as stupid as Chou.

1 / When you were little (e), that you answer the question: "And you, what do you do when you grow up?

I wanted to be an astronaut. And I did everything exactly rush matters would perhaps have helped finger on his childhood dreams. Then, the stars, I have searched in books, in the theater.
2 /
What were your favorite comics and cartoons ? Although adult, I had ample opportunity to say all the evil that I thought I was a fan of Disney. On one side of the sweet marshmallow Disney, on the other hand the craziest of Tex Avery.


3 /
What were your favorite games? I have long been the lonely child that others took for Target, so I ended up opting for all things played into my corner, cursing the whole world, friends who did not want me, and First, I would not want them, they go roast Hell, I grumbled. At that rate, I was not ready to move forward. Add to that the image of the first
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class, the highbrow (without glasses) that the good points

then the images were dreaming. Môssieur Yes, I'm from 1973, we were rewarded with reinforcement of good points (bits of pink cardboard, if I remember correctly, we exchanged against an image after a certain number). OK, well, I confess, I played with girls

1. A bungee, rope skipping, marbles, too. In kiki 1 , kiki most of all Kikis ^{. Ahem.} * The game of the first class required two players. Cyril and I were the best race marks when we did not fish tadpole 1 ditches in the operation of his farmer father. Ah well see, when he made a small effort, Lolo, he finally remembering children's games. And friends.

4 / What would you absolutely wanted to do that you have not already done? ^{Sing. While I stood on a stage, adolescence and adulthood. But to play comedy. Singing has always fascinated me ... and terrified.}
5 /
What was your first favorite sport?
Who decides these issues to the nuts, eh?
Sport and me is a great love story. Imagine (I am still going to play Cosette) a kid who does not come out, unwilling to see anyone and that his mother, thinking to do well, forced to join the football team of the village. I was not bad, just clumsy. I can not tell you bullying and teasing. My hatred of football comes from there, you believe? In any case, the only positive memory that I keep it is the communal showers ... and this beautiful brown that I still remember.

6 / What was your best gift

1
Christmas you ever received?
What gifts distributed over the years and I do not remember any. It's well worth it, you might say ... Surely the police motorcycle that I ride proudly for the camera above. ---------- 1
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me sometimes called "Your tickets are too short." Here it is served. What
, 8, I said 8 questions? Yes right then I zapped two questions, we will not make a blue d'Auvergne?

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Bleibt alles anders

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borrow a lawnmower two steps from me, shave my head once more, for a film. Once again, laugh at your sausage and your block of faith. The first time, take you in my other home to me. See you shake hands with one who shares my celibacy. For once, laughing. Hear you say that j'prends of mouth, and with my paintings. Hear me a little, with your friends. Hear me say that I smoke too much, some fire, see you again, make fun of my excessive politeness.
Tell me that you and him, you finally have the same age. See you make with yourself, see you proud, as I have chosen a different path. Envy you a bit, seem so sure of yourself, you complain a little, to be as much about you. Explore
we do not read Playboy for the CAPC, turn around guards, give them a bit to do in their bores. Walking on the roof, you take a picture, because it loves you, and your face next to scharz, it fits really well.
For once, not about them. For once, move to the side of cracks and their preference for simple words, talking about ass and love, many, of art, a little less. You leave a window ajar and discovered that you join in lean far more than all my doors.
For once, do not annoy me. Being cold, a little.
And then you leave go, and tell me that things have changed, but not that much.

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. And then say that with the family, see more often less often, it's a good idea.


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The most beautiful boy in the evening and journalist

Lic Money Plus 180 Status

C. (Sarah Kane)

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"And I want to play hide and seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take your bath and you massage the neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and dining out are not really bothered when you eat on my plate and find yourself at Rudy's and talk to you the day and type your mail and you bring your stuff and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you're not listening and Exciting to watch movies and watch movies and complain zero radio and take pictures of you when you sleep and get up to go get you coffee and bagels and pastries and go to Florent drink coffee at midnight and you let me steal my cigarettes and never be damned to find a match and tell you about the program I saw on TV the night before and take you to the eye clinic and do not laugh at your jokes and want you to have the morning but let you sleep and kiss and caress you back the skin and tell you I like your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your ass and your

sitting on the steps smoking until your neighbor comes smoking and sitting on the steps until you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're ahead and give you sunflowers and go to your party and to dance to in turn blue and find me sorry when I'm in the wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and have you always want to hear your voice known in my ear and feel your skin against my skin and not afraid of your anger when you find a red eye and all the other good blue hair on the left and your face begins to look East and say that you are beautiful and hold you against me when you're anxious and hold you when you're hurting and you want nothing but your smell and feel hurt when I touch you and whimper when I'm by your side and moan when I am no longer Bavota and between your breasts and cover you in the night and get cold when you pull the coverage hot and when you do not do and expect when you smile and melt when you laugh and not understand why you think I reject you when I do not reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and write you poems and wonder why you do not believe me and have the idea to buy you a kitten and I would be jealous because you take care of him but me and keep you in bed when you must go away and cry like a baby when you finally do it and get rid of roaches and buy you gifts that you do not want that and I pack as usual and ask you to marry me so that you not tell as usual and I again despite all because even if you think I do not wish for good that is exactly what I want from my very first application and roam the city by finding that it is empty without you and want what you want and I say I lose myself but knowing that with you I am safe and I tell you what the worst and give you what I find better because you do not deserve less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I do not really want and try to be honest because I know that you like and tell me everything is finished yet but take ten minutes before you remove me from your life and forget who I am and seek to get close to you because it's nice to get to know you and it is well worth the effort and speak to you in a bad German and Hebrew is even worse and make love with you three am and no matter no matter no matter how but a little connect / irresistible invincible immortal unconditional full real multi-emotional multispirituel all-faithful eternal love I have for you. "

From Lack, Sarah Kane
pix: Portrait of C, acrylic, marble dust, inks and watercolors on canvas.

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Striata, fragile as a dream killer

I guess that's what ends up happening when you spend too much time on a drawing ....!
A self-portrait while automation, pen and ink on paper (eagle), foam board, too many hours.

"Finally here is that the tower Ango jumps, and that any snow of feathers falling from his doves, bottom touching the ground once the main courtyard paved with broken tiles and now covered in real blood ! André Breton, Nadja.

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Plaid Patricia Nimmocksmsds

natural history

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feet in the bath ...

... but not the rest of the body, I am proposing today a small apartment catching up. But where is pocket size?
Well Pocket size, for the moment, she screwed up her eyes (and hundreds of mine) on graphics in this taste:

And these graphics there is a layer of 20m they are struggling. The layer, because it allows me to switch back, because I like the texture, and then because it can be placed before a panorama, a wall, a piece of heaven. These graphics
there, because I become more and more masochistic of the drawing (one meter composition represents fifteen hours or so) and my obsession for textures and patterns of plant I have long adhered to the mine.
Finally, 20m, because the format allows panoramic ULTRA consider a kind of abstract narrative, a journey through space of the leaf, and wound and unwound to present the two sides like an old parchment.

"Jess, she wrote stories, stories that cross a lot of landscapes, stories soft, delicate and detailed with fragments of nothing, small withered leaves, flowers, people forget, "dixit.

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In a drawer

Since I just found out that it is possible to post videos in a corner of the tavern, I propose a small session old thing, and not dig this my very first video, unspectacular but rather touching: it feels very dust and bits of life in the past.

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At night in the streets, there's only absentee

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Curtain around the table, the same voice, the sound of words
( People hurt people before)
should happen, hear, understand, make a mix, in fact, just stand in India.
(People are afraid in front of people)
On the audio, texts, necessarily words, it was disconnected maybe?
(You can still say something if you want.)
Just dropped? I do not feel, you should come here, is already communicating.
(You can still say something if you want.)



text and background video of a "lecture-performance" coming very soon.
A small sign of life, what (Who can blow the dealer?)
An Ensign to the blind, and one.



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Bonux

Consumers have often bought laundry Bonux that for small objects buried in his pocket pristine powder. And the "side benefit" entered common parlance. "You've been where your license? In a side benefit package? " Try rather to understand the following sentence, reread read written by a journalist said, and broadcast this Saturday on loop

i-tele. Speaking of the tribute to the two French killed in Niger, Linselles (North), their hometown, she said: "The incessant comings and goings. And
emotion, although most are anonymous.

"

The journalist admits she implicitly disappointment? She preferred a minister, choked by emotion, two or three people to his list of conquests?

Journalists who criticize today carelessness grammar and semantics of Nicolas Sarkozy would do well to review their copy. Our special correspondent she gleaned her grades as a journalist in a package of detergent Bonux it would not surprise me.

"The incessant comings and goings. And the emotion, even though most are anonymous

. "The is wobbly, his sentence. The is not correct. And emotion, comma, even if the Most understood "the emotion" are anonymous. SIGNED?

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In astronomy, the constellation Lynx / In literature, the constellation of the lynx is a book

In astronomy, is the lynx constellation

citation accompanying the image: Poor stars and difficult to detect "front of the head and under the front legs" of The Big Dipper asterism that was invented by Johannes Hewell, circa 1660, to fill a void between the existing constellations. He wrote about him: "there is that small and stars must have eagle eyes to distinguish them [...] the sky is too empty for there to be left empty without it fill it. "

Who is Johannes Hevelius Hewell or?

This scholar was born in Gdansk, January 28, 1611. He died January 28, 1687. He has lived 76 years: this is very old at the time.

Johannes Hevelius, Johann or Johannes Hewelke Hewel (German) or Jan Heweliusza (in Polish) is an astronomer who was called the founder of lunar topography .

Hevelius has made observations of sunspots from 1642 to 1645. He devoted four years to map the lunar surface.

Aided by his wife, he used and manufactured instruments used to measure the position of the stars. He discovered libration in longitude of the Moon and published his results in 1647 in Selenographia that make him the founder of lunar topography.

He discovered four comets in 1652, 1661, 1672 and 1677 (that of 1661 is probably the same as the comet 153P/Ikeya-Zhang) and suggested the revolution of such bodies in parabolic trajectories around the sun.

The libration? The face of the Moon has an apparent swinging around a mean position in longitude: the libration in longitude.

Similarly, the tilt of its axis of rotation perm and see an additional field in latitude, alternately in North and South poles: the libration in latitude.

Johannes Hewell

Hewelll and quadrant

In literature, the constellation of the lynx is a book

course! Who among you could, or could, forget the masterful fresco of Louis Hamelin? Unless , as the song''My Memory falters ...''

An invitation
At first, I invite you to read or reread my blog The constellation of the lynx, the book by Louis Hamelin.
Et .. to read excerpts on Livranaute . Please click on the left to join the blog. Thank you!

I wish you a Happy New Year 2011!

I raise my glass to your health!

A note of love and humor ...

"Red wine is good for my heart.

__ It has the same color for that matter. "

Briefs counter, Jean-Marie Gouriot, Volume II, p.749

Come on, I am kiss and hug!

beak And Tong ... the Quebec _____

Sources: http://www.astro-rennes.com/lexique/termes_h.php # johannes_hevelius and http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannes_Hevelius

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My last meal bloody in a temple of fast food

I would have preferred the hamburger, but it should get him to Melbourne.

Photo:

avlxyz

under a Creative Commons license, Flickr.com

Not stupid enough to believe the advertising of "fast food" that you would be sadly fat meals for a healthy diet if you take bladders for lanterns, I enter one of these temples of junk food to appease a craving post-appetizer. It digs its beer man. I chose fries and mayonnaise sandwich industry. It's party

carbohydrates and lipids. Never mind, I start the diet tomorrow. Or the next day. Employees play the casual compare their respective sizes, their emotional and sexual lives. They have the right not to always have a finger on the seam of fat pants. The crew team vigil vigil softly, he was already thinking about his sweet home after a long long day to support those customers that pigs do not respect anything. Just look at the rubbish strewn on the floor first floor to be convinced.
Muni my red plastic tray, I opt for the high stool overlooking the city hall can do more than sputter its Christmas lights. Eleven days have passed since the day of the year. On the floor of the "fast food" garbage containers and fries cold vomit. I pulled my digital camera to capture mice who come piffrer

. Not quite discreetly because the client end of the room came towards me.

- What do you take a picture from earlier? The "from earlier," a trick of language I do not fall. I took one shot. Too vague. I deleted it. - I work in security, I do not want to take photo of me, "he said.

As if RG was working for. I do not want to unnecessarily offend the authority of the guy who joins his beautiful rolling mechanics.

Enough messing around! I returned to my meal.

What is my amazement when I see a charming

bloodstain on the top of the cardboard packaging and a second spot of blood inside. And then I remember that employee who, at time, was quick to return the staff room, a summary dressing adorning his right thumb. My appetite

withdraws at the sight of the third drop of blood centered on toasted hamburger hat sponge. And mice laugh in their sleeves of my stampede, rejoicing in advance of a feast almost intact.
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For all practical purposes:
address my last meals:
Quick
, 1 rue du Temple - 66 Rue de Rivoli, Paris 4th - M · Hotel de Ville, line 1

"It's good you are at

Quick

! "(Slogan, 2000)

Updated 24 January 2011: Avignon, a QUICK closed as a precaution after the suspicious death of a customer (read the article in Libération
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at checkout tears (1) I need a man


a violet white

(re-repeat)

Here's a little true story from my home-time cashier Auchan

I say hello to the lady. She did not answer. Shopping piled on the treadmill. I took them one by one, the scanner passes, stores them in plastic bags, Seized password, organizers, seized, goes ... I'm tired! Every day, it's the same circus. Sitting on an uncomfortable seat, I dream of my bed. From the bottom of the shopping mall pierces a sunbeam. There is air, an infinity of possibilities. I could sip coffee, sunbathe in my garden, read, get away, a friend would come knocking on my door and we could ...

time this trip, twenty-five customers are gone, have settled their purchases, left, after a bye sir, ma'am or miss delivered mechanically. I tell you I was elsewhere. Ten customers per hour, it's not terrible. A benevolent presence pulled me from my reverie. An old lady that I see for several weeks. We never discussed. It's strange how she came to me. I took it to another, a neighbor. Now she returns, she stood in line, I look. She flees my eyes. I take his articles, then bagged, say hello, how are you? She responds with a broad smile on his face. Yet the smile has something broken. Emotion in his eyes betrayed him. She hands me a trembling hand. The palm of the hand, a small white envelope. This may be a tip and I not allowed. I do not want to disappoint his generous impulse. Her eyes are downcast. I accept the envelope and discreetly hidden under my checks. I can not open it now, I'll wait. I do not know what to say. We smile shyly.



She leaves. A plastic bag on each arm. She has red eyes, turns. Reached the end of the driveway, she turns around again. Is she afraid that I do not open? My thoughts follow it, take him to his bus ride him wear his racing down the stairs, come and discover her apartment, the portraits are displayed, it holding hands, engage in a conversation words counted. It must, however, I come back to me, and continues to work. Customers and are very similar. The discontented, irascible, the brats, the absentee. I'm burning to know what's in the envelope. A quarter of an hour and this is my break.

I open. And there, but a tipping point of ticket writing a handwritten list, "the language of flowers", and at the bottom of the envelope, a violet.


two The episode is

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is there
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Saperlipopette.

I must concocts a small welcoming committee. Clusters of women about to arrive. Zero balances here. No, do not make me say what I did not say. I did not say that only women rushed on deals. I also love the crowd love me upset. Last year already Printemps Haussmann. Packet of 12 is looked forward to go sniff the armpits

Virginia, Beatrice

, Doudet , Shaya, tilly , Eric , Jegoun . Thanks to them and a few others will know in the comments, I did my little jump of 277 places in the ranking which at least serves to flatter the egos of bloggers (se) s That's a start. This post inconsequential to welcome readers of Virginia B. who like me (today ) answered his questions. And as I like poke my nose where I do not necessarily my place , blogs girls, fashionistas, moms, of geek, I had a woman here in my blog ' man who loves men. And there

to express his request, I invited my 5-7 to take a ride in the rain. I n'appâterai not barge by promising the moon. I'll just ask him if you new O reader adored you have in your friends, neighbors, colleagues, a man (single) resembling Ian Lawless (see video), even from behind, sending it to me by FedEx. Meanwhile from you, consider buying mattress and box spring * * 160x200. How does what for?

And put it in my ears:

last 2 * These links lead to a proven scam, a scam that cons are fighting some astute users. Useful keywords: Ben Harrous, Bedding Voltaire, The World Bedding bd. Picpus in Paris. Google and blogs can used to flush out the miscreants of every stripe.

handheld game Mastermind. (Illustration: flöeschen under a Creative Commons license, Flickr.com)

If there is one place that I covet in my travels to visit Paris is the space

Club RATP
. It has now been done. The Club was certainly inspired by those expensive leather chairs that are in the area of usability of the RATP skinny copies leatherette, as comfortable as the space is welcoming.

Five of us do the heels. We do not tear the paper tab of "hanging around" down. It also seems that much of the equipment in this cozy space is forfeited. is perhaps why no less than 3 officers are looking at the case of a couple candidate Pass' Thing - subscription Ile transport. 5 clients to present, plus a young woman. It enters and standing. What obviously bothers the agent A, an unfriendly tone, means the last vacant chair and said: " you will have sit there.

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My friends and I exchange glances aback. Have we heard? The young woman does not want to sit back and let everybody know. The agent A returns in its niche. He quickly found a new bone to bite when the seventh quidam entered. " Sir, I will ask you to wait outside,
" the officer barks
A. While the client is running, the agent A quick turn off the automatic opening of the door. Then, when at musical chairs, a place becomes available, it includes all the engineering to press the button open the door. " And the talent agent A is beyond belief when, by the mere power of thought, my annoyance that it activates itself activates my right index finger that activates this button. Thus the agent no longer move or an eyelash or a toe. What talent! It can for example take up the red folder to move it at leisure. Agent A does not, however, the subtlety of his colleague, Constable C, for an hour, will only scratch the corners of their eyes before slipping his hands into his trouser pockets . Ah! Slip hands into the pockets of trousers. All an art. The agent B that I've not made to debate it, against the computer and printer that plant. She regularly reward customers with embarrassed smiles armholes. "
Excuse us, sir, tell me
does, the computer oar. "(subway). "It does not matter , I say, I
day.
The young man who had asked a butt on my couch says with a laugh: " for my part, I did that morning . Within Club RATP, everyone laughs. It's party time at the RATP. But suddenly struck a searing, agent A proposes a Ctrl + Alt + Del to restart the computer. An idea that obviously was exhausted. Sheepish because he returned to his petty activities. The handling of paper shredders and timeless colors of moving folders. The cabinet to the wicket, the wicket to the next office, the office next to the counter. He played Mastermind with the invisible man? We never will know.