Black session

I luv' Electroclash. Waow. Belgian version this time on France Inter. Sexy Vive la fete.

"Le rock, le soir, c'est Lenoir."

C'est Lenoir - Playlists

Vive la fete. Miss Kittin. PJ Harvey. XBox. Ultrasound. New York. Montreal. Paris. Jules. Salad. Ikea. MTA.

NYC gay pride

Lot of animations on the fifth Avenue today because of the Gay Pride. The march was colourful, joyful, leatherful.

Interesting: even in the gay community, the social division in small ethnocentric communities exist. Republican gay policemen of NY. Russian gays and lesbians. Group of Gay Columbians.

I am going to create the Atheist French Tarrytown Community of Ultrasound scientist. Am I the only member ? Betcha !

Le tourbillon de la vie

Before yesterday, I had waited years and years before watching "Jules et Jim," themasterpiece by Francois Truffaut on the menage a trois involving Catherine, Jules and Jim.

The last attempt was at the Cinematheque Quebecoise: I and another Catherine of mine had missed the projection. Few, few years ago. I remember we complained and wrote a note to request another projection.

In the movie, one sees Jim and Catherine exchanging letters and telegrams. Each of these papers carry such a weight of thoughts, such a huge portion of life. Now we dilute meaning in e-mails, sms, cell phone calls. They just need milliseconds to propagate all over the planet. Three days separate Jim and Catherine. Three days vs. one Augenblick. Except that, it seems to me that the world did not change so much between 1920 and now. not that much.

Secondary effect of "American Idol"

The Loolapalooza 2004 tour is cancelled. I hadn't decided if I was going or not, but I find it sad. Really. The artists list was awesome [PJ Harvey + Sonic Youth + Morrissey + Pixies + ... ]. The message by Perry Farrell is truly moving.

Pronunciation

I had my first English course session on Monday. Or more precisely, my first course in "accent reduction". I don't necessarly try to get rid of my French accent, I just want to have some hints to be more fluent. It is really frustrating when I can't express myself with the same precision, the same exact meaning that I can convey while speaking in French. My written skills are probably not horrible, but I felt I needed some help.

I realized then that it was rather intimidating to speak one to one with a person who's analyzing each single word of our speech. And I also felt a certain curiosity towards my personality, which I didn't really appreciate. "Sophisticated", she found me sophisticated.

Yep. I can't deny it. Elitist. Yep. Litterate. In a way.

"Do you write ? Poetry ?"

No, not really. I didn't dare talk about my blog.

By the way, the different mistakes I make are:

- H. Damned H. I don't pronounce it well.

- The speech pattern is often not at the right place.

- I have trouble in finding the right verbs. Especially those with prefix.

Not proud to be French ?

Seen during Human Rights Watch Film festival in Lincoln Center a stricking documentary by Marie-Monique Robin named "Death squadrons: the French school".

I had already heard of those Argentinian opponents to the regime in the 70's, that were literally thrown in the sea from planes. Thousands and thousands of "subversive" terrorists disappeared, swallowed by the ocean after being tortured.

Well, the theoricists and teachers of those tortures, of this so-called war against subversion are the French. Yep, France, supporter of democracy and of human rights.

How can it be so?

In the steps of Algeria and Indochina wars, after the battle of Algiers lead by the French army against civilians, France had acquired a certain expertise in managing civilian rebellion. "Quadrillage", tortures, intelligence were then scrupulously taught to South american extreme-right dictators (Pinochet in Chile, Argentina, Brasil where mediatic Aussaresses was a French attache), US army officers, etc... The "Bigeard's shrimps" (Bigeard was one of my father's hero) was the name of the FLN Algerians thrown in Mediterranea during those dirty anti-terrorist procedures. Argentinian and Chilean dictatorships only reproduced what French army (and former OAS members) had taught. Under the eyes, approval and even support of French government. How disgusting.

Being John Malkovitch

If you really pay attention (having the DVD undoubtedly helps) you'll see a very uncommon actress in this movie.

Bernadette Chirac.

No, she didn't play Maxine, nope.

Alex Majoli, from Magnum. Exhibition in Soho showing impressive photos from Afghanistan. A few showed young talibans photographed before they died. A certain vision not relayed by conventional media obviously.

Tribute to Torrez-Gonzales

He he ! Guess who it is ?

Sound of fireworks

I finally cancelled my departure for Montreal this week-end. Got a lot of things to do, including finishing some old articles, I began last year and that I need to resubmit.

I've watched quite a lot of movies this week: Netflix has invaded my mailbox since I can use my debit card on the internet. Lost in translation, High Fidelity, 21 Grams, Fight Club. Scarlett Johanson seduced me (and probably not only me !) in Coppola's movie. She was already great in Ghost World. Her attitude is so, so... so... wow !

It seems that a tiny step towards teleportation has again been done by some researchers in quantum stuff. Teleportation of the properties of an atom. I was thinking of what our world could be if teleportation readily existed. I mean... Our world could already appear so weird to our ancestors, that I am pretty sure that when I'm old, teleportation will be possible.

This evening in Ossining, a woman was standing on the gate, laughing, calling on her cell phone. She was in fact talking to a lady 100 meters away. I could here them shouting and prattling. Imagine the amount of technology that was necessary for this conversation to happen. Satellite, Cell phone, EM waves, Communication protocols, voice coding. Just to allow two chicks to chuckle.

Weird, isn't it ? Well, now, think of teleportation ! No more winter, no more offices, no more fucking commuting, no doors, no intimacy, a physical interaction with the world, and with the others, that would neven be the same. The end of the world ?

Chris asked me what I was going to do this week-end. Nothing really. Reconnection with the Snowboard Fairy. I'd like to see her. I feel she's as nice as before. But now, she's the one that opens me the door to this new world. I did sort of the same 6-7 years ago.

Here we go

First post on the first blogging site of the universe. How impressive ! My very few posts already began in French elsewhere. But here, today, it's high time I expressed myself in the language shared by Shakespeare, Eddy Murphy and Thurston Moore. I won't be very long tonight. Just let the night invade myself. By the way, I've watched "High Fidelity" tonight, and I sort of liked it. I laughed more while reading the book. I was a bit afraid of this American-Chicagoans version, but the movie is rather well made. Congratulation Sir Kusack.

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