Going on a weekend excursion with the boy. I believe there are good things to come between us and although we'll be apart for about 6 months once the summer days slowly fade into fall, I hope that our relationship remains strong and withstands whatever obstacles that may come our way.

P.s. I've been posting a lot of videos. I guess I just want to share with you all some of my favorites on youtube. So here's one featuring 'it' girl of the moment Agyness Deyn for Jean Paul Gaultier. I'm not much of a fan (something about her British mouth bothers me) but I thought the idea of the commercial was fresh. 

P.p.s.
Nothing against the Brits. It's only her gaping, British mouth that makes me want to grab ahold of her chin and shut it for her.  

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you will thank yourself for watching the movie peaceful warrior sometimes soon.

Mais je l'ai eu pour moi toute seule une belle journée d'été....Photos à l'appui...Ste-Luce....coollll! :)

Lulu ta de quoi dans l'oeil! Cliss que chu folle!!!

lulu qui tripe sur les pitous..moi ben bof....

 Pas gêner d'habitude mais la oui!!!

 Lulu itou!!! ;-)

 Un vieux rafieaux....

 Un vieux sous-marin....

 Tant qu'a être la..autent prouver que j'étais la!

 Lulu aussi!

Une journée magnifique que je n'oublierais pas....nos vrais ami(e)s nous montre le chemin...Je t'aime ma Lulu adorée!!!!

Mais ca passé vite, j'ai réalisé que je ne suis pas seul et que j'ai plein d'ami(e)s autours de moi, même si quelques un mon laissé tombé par orgeuil...( Tu n'es pas la dedans Hot chiken, tu fais ta vie ce qui est bien normal..)

Mon ti frère c'est enfin trouvé une tite blonde, une beauté fatale mais avec une tête sur les épaules yes!

Alors au repos la floune!

the epidemic seems to have spread eastwards and now the virulent strain has fully struck us. here it seems to have mutated and branched into two strains that act and counteract in opposing ways -both the talib and the technocrat suffer from it. it has afflicted some with a ceaseless passion and devotion for the west and all things western, and inspired others with a mania of hatred against it. the talib suffers from acute westoxification (though he will be loathe to admit to it, all this thoughts and deeds -the meaning of his life- are a reaction to the west), and the poor technocrat is simply west-whipped (spineless, and the very definition of a tragic sight as he struggles with his english.)

in between are left the few who have no idea how the virus spread so suddenly and will it ever be over and will life ever get back to normal. will we ever be able to stop acting in a reactionary manner? will our public lives ever stop to be a constant reaction -either positive or negative- to the symptoms of occidentosis?

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occidentosis
westoxification
westernitis
westinfection
west-struck-ness
west-whipped-ness
غربزده گی

in hinduism, jainism and buddhism, the divine syllable -om- is regarded as 'the soundless sound' and is omnipresent in scripture and prayer. an entire chapter of the upanishads is devoted to explaining and propounding this simple syllable.

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divine awe often rendered primeval man blunt and mute. he shook to the core at its mere mention.

man longs for the age when utterances were endowed with such awesome power.

the irreverence unique to our age has bereft all words -especially the sacred- of all their awe.

My mind is on constant switch from going to and fro about my feelings about the boy. We are headed towards a destination that may seem far off in the distant but duly inevitable. Obviously the past years have served as the first stepping stones to a shared future. Him and I. His and Hers. Together. Forever.
Then why does the feeling of uncertainty grieve me so? Why am I so wary of what the untold future may hold? I fear for myself and most importantly our happiness. It's like having cold feet yet I am not standing before my wedding day. I am years off from that and am still a naive girl trying to steady herself on level ground. Maybe he is what my future holds because it's obviously apparent that I am always turning back to him regardless of the numerous times I have attempted to leave him.  
Ack. Fretting about useless nonsense will get me nowhere. . .

I guess I just want to know that he will love me for the rest of my life. Then again, everyone girl wants that.

mon tel sonne/vib…

l’afficheur affiche : pp.cell

le meilleur chum……un samedi pm…………

-salut!

-Allo

-T’es ou là?

-Bin dans le bus direction chez nous…pk…

-T’es là dans combien de temps?

-10-15min

-bin rappelle moi rendu chez vous…

-mmmm ok…(on ne discute pas avec lui hein…)

lààaaaaa…mon cerveau se demande bien ce qu’il me veut. Ce qu’il y a. ca sent la mauvaise nouvelle a plein nez ce truc…………….

Arriver chez nous, enleve le pack sac, les souliers……..

Je le rappeller…j’appréhente le pire hein……

-ouais…c’est quoi qu’il y a……?

-je vais etre papa dans 9 mois!!!!!!!!!!!

……………..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

je crie, je ris, je suis super émue…je capote, je m’attendais pas du tout à cette nouvelle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

on continue de jaser un peu mais je reviens toujours sur la nouvelle...il va etre papa!!!!

C’est tellement l’fun, beau, trippant :-)

Un appel à l’autre zomme…..

-tu sais la nouvelle?

-ouais

riresssss….

Les 2 on capotent un peu, beaucoup de bonheur…….on pense aux années passés, il y a 2 ans entre autre ou on était 3 célibataires en voyage……..le temps change, roule….et est souvent ponctué de moments vraiment exceptionnels. Noslasgiques pas mal. Mais la vie avance….on a la chance de partager le bonheur de 2 personnes qu'on aime beaucoup....et ca...c'est aussi précieux.

Et 2eme bonne nouvelle…..

Éric a appliqué sur un job a pointe claire! Il y a donc des forte chance que je le retrouve bientôt….2/3 du trio dans la meme ville ca serait génial……

Làaaaa…p’tit bébé de pp et d’anick tu dois t’accrocher tres tres fort…parce que matante anne a envie de te voir la bette dans 8 mois!!!!!!!

Osit que je me sens quétaine au cube…c’est toujours de meme avec les bébés?

J’espere que ca va bien aller pour les 10 prochaines semaines. j'ai eu cette nouvelle hier et j'en reviens pas encore:-)

Take a closer look at the label, will you? I can assure you, it's as old as it looks: ten years or so, I think, glaring at me from its shelf in the bathroom, touched last when we moved to this house approximately three years ago (merely in order for it to be moved, of course)… Which, come to think of it, isn't entirely true: My daughter asked me to put some on about a year ago, I seem to remember, and daddy complied.

Still, given the fact that it's been standing there for the duration of a decade, one should've thought I'd managed to empty the bottle by now, but noooo… The bottle (is that the right term for fragrance containers, by the way?) to the right gives an accurate impression of last decade's consumption of D&G's men's perfume (or any other brand, for that matter). "Ah," you think: "Which isn't to say that he's avoided female fragrances, is it," but again I have to dissapoint you. Not that I'm deterred by metrosexuality at all, far from it (although I definitely do not subscribe to it), it's just that I've lapsed into a state of indifference in matters of fragrance. My odours are all mine: No fragrances added, none subtracted. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you pure stench.

So there you have it: One's vanity is restricted to the intellectual kind, standing on higher ground, mocking the shallownes du monde, as it were. Speaking of le monde, they are all rather mondain, aren't they, our posessions and everyday essentials. Which makes it all the more easy for the anti-mondain to distance himself from it's every aspect, such as the ultimate symbol of shallownes: artificially added fragrances.

Don't ask how I came to ponder these things, just by laying eyes on the perfume packaging in the bathroom, for I tell you: I most definitely have better things to do, such as interviewing a source I've been trying to get hold of for the better of the day. As luck has it: so I just did (how's that for multitasking), only to discover she's en route to Milan or Barcelona (dunno, some of those fashion capitals, other than Paris, that is), but she promised to have a colleague call me back.

That's right, that's what we're reduced to these days: Interviewing people in all walks of corporate and business life. "You know, things that reeeeally matter," he said, in a rather sardonic, yet bitingly sarcastic tone of voice.

If it'd only be possible to work full-time on my favourite project, developing civic journalism as it really should be, I'd be the happiest Christmas tree ever, I think, but we all have to make a living, don't we?

Is it just me, or did I just stray off topic? Never mind, it was irrelevant, anyway — as always.

but first, let's evaluate what colbert would call the *truthiness* of this allegation.

according to the urban dictionary, there are 7 related definitions for 'yuppie':

1. yuppie
Informal for (y)oung (U)rban (P)rofessional, or Yup. turned into yuppie in the 1980's. A term used to describe someone who is young, possibly just out of college, and who has a high-paying job and an affluent lifestyle. Can now be used to describe any rich person who is not modest about their financial status. Yuppiedom (yuppie-dum)is a term used to describe an involvement in being a yuppie.

yuppie images

Christian Bale portraying a yuppie in American Psycho (btw. a movie to enjoy)

2. yuppie
A very arrogant well put together young urban professional who you more than likely will find wearing gucci and prada with a large bank account which they love to brag about. You can find them drinking Starbucks, living in a one bedroom apartment in a city where they will pay 1000-2000 a month for and spending another 3000 a month on their credit cards. They brag about their designer clothes and love to flaunt them , as well as their wealth. They look down upon anyone who isnt as wealthy or high status as they are. Men are likely to be found wearing designer suits, gucci preferably with slicked back or well cut hair. The women will be wearing prada/gucci and fendi. The most arrogant concieted fucks on the planet.

Most of the characters in American Psycho

3. yuppie
derived from Young Upcoming Professional, or YUP --> "yuppie" became the natural colloquialisation. Derogatory 80s term to describe a 'new breed' of young, wealthy people, typically successful in business and not afraid to flaunt it in a fashion which particularly irritates non-yuppies.

All people with mobile/cell phones used to get tagged with 'yuppie'; the neo-yuppie is one who thinks they are above mobile phones and thus more infuriating in today's social climate than le olde yuppie from the 80s.

4. yuppie
Usually a metrosexual- one who shops at stores named after people ie: Calvin Klein, Kenneth Cole, Ralph Lauren, Or Tommy Hilfiger. In addition, this person drives a nice car, most likely a BMW, and drinks large amounts of starbucks.

There is no way I am going into the AA meeting, I'll be the only yuppie there!

5. yuppie
Noun: A person who believes that they deserve their high pay much more than anyone else who works just as hard as they do. They have a lot of shiny objects and generally look down upon those who do not have shiny objects, or those with less shiny objects.

Yuppies will move into an area that was once affordable in the city, but they got wind that it was “hip” to live in Wicker Park, or SoHo, or the Teapot District, so they gentrify it.

Gentrify means to make unaffordable for anyone but yuppies.

I have to live in a high crime area and drive a 1983 Celebrity, cuz the yuppies moved into all the good cheap places.

$1000 a month for one room in a hellhole, and the yuppies make fun of my car.

7. yuppie
Term coined in the 80s, describing a certain demographic of Young Updwardly-mobile Professional as found in cities and fast-paced business environments.

Yuppies differ from your bog-standard "business man" due to their relatively young age, their blatant arrogance, bloody-minded ambition and the fact that they care more about their work and making money, than the fact that everyone thinks they are a complete twat.

Any of the characters in American Psycho

7. Yuppie
Acronym for Young Urban Professional. Group whose culture blends the hippie/counterculture values of the 60s and the materialistic monetary-based values of the 80s. Usually congregate in Starbuck's, Whole Foods, Trader Joe's, and a wide variety of vintage clothing boutiques. Includes both moderate Liberals (Majority of yuppies), and moderate Conservatives (smaller group of yuppies), although both the far left and the far right enjoy dissing them.

far left dude: I hate these damn yuppies! They claim to be "artists" and "bohemians", yet their materialistic pursuits embody the very antithesis of the counterculture, and price real "artists" like me out of the neighborhoods they move to!

far right dude: I hate these damn yuppies. I can't stand they flaunt their metrosexuality with their designer labels, lattes, luxury cars, and globally conscious health food stores. It's european-wannabe wimps like them that corrupt America!

hmmmm...

young? check
just out of college? check
metrosexual? check (with a weakness for studded cufflinks and silk ties)
high paying job? check
bloody-minded ambition?
good haircut?
claiming to be 'artist' and 'bohemian'?
check, check, check.

arrogant?
complete twat?
the most arrogant concieted fucks on the planet?
really? is that what everyone thinks of yuppies?

all things considered, i guess with the addition of iphone into my accessories janey has some reason to accuse me of yuppiedom, but i would also submit that there are certain other attributes of the species that for better or worse, i simply lack. such as a blatant kind of self-assuredness and over-confidence. peer deeper and beyond the hand-stritched business suit and you will see in me a person of many insecurities and self-doubts and mood swings, and unlike what is presented of yuppies in any of the above defintions, with a deep concern about what others think. in that particular sense, i wish i could get to a point where i would be more of a yuppie and give less of a fuck about what everyone else thinks. i guess living here one would have to wait for a bit until the times change. also, kabul has yet to get its sohos and wicker parks, and leaving life with family in favor of a single-bedroom apartment in the newly built 'golden township' is simply unfeasible right now...

gaspiller sa vie c'est plutôt passer son temps à ne pas vivre...la privation n'a de bon que le nom!!! il ne faut pas se restraindre et foncer...c'est moi qui forge mon destin et pas des hommes qui me disent qu'il y a un enfer après ma vie d'anti-conformiste débauché!!!

chassons le blues avec les balles du je-m'en-foutisme!!!

Mais calique que je me trouve donc gâter d'avoir du beau temps de même!!! Par contre, le buletin des agriculteurs la, ben c dla marde! Ils nous ont fait peur pour rien asti!!

Je suis contente pour ti quebec et cie et hot chiken aussi sont en vacances eux autres aussi...quand a popey t toujours en vancances lol!!

Un petit sourire de la nature a observer comme il faut.....

when that thing happened a while ago, you know, that explosion in front of the indian embassy -by the way, call me escapist or whatever you want, i just don't want to focus on that stuff when i write on this space- a dear friend from tel aviv, an israeli jew, wrote me to wish me well. that made my day. she also said something else that suddenly struck me and made me re-evaluate a little of what i had pent up inside me about the israeli-palestinian conflict, and realize that things are more complex than they seem. she said, "living in tel aviv we know your pain well". for a good while i kept thinking about this comment. all that i knew, all the conventional wisdom of living here told me otherwise -but then what if the reality is that we, in the middle of this violance, may be able to commiserate more closely with israeli civilians? i do think that is the case, notwithstanding what the government there is up to, and what the history of that conflict is. because life happens in the now and here, and by ordinary people -and not in history books and by governments. troubling... ain't it? makes you re-evaluate and brings down quite a bit of your cozy fundamental assumptions...

in other news, hope you all have a dandy friday. i'm outta here. thanks god its thursday!

J'ai pas eu peur hein Hot chiken!! ;-)

Je suis contente en passant que tes vacances commences, tout ce que je te souhaite c'est du beau temps et rien que du beau temps!

A Hot chiken, popey, yeux bleu, et ti quebec bien sur sans oublier la crevette, Matoue et cie...xxx

a good, nutitious breakfast -the cornerstone of a fast-paced day in office.*

[testing the iphone camera - kabul, today]

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*borrowing from jules in pulp fiction: "Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast."

And I'm not allowed to hang out with boys that my mother doesn't know about.

I have learned a couple of things within the past couple of days.

• Guys who really like you and who you really, really like are hard to come by
• Being jealous is a waste of time.
• I don't need a boyfriend.
• I am a sap, but a proud sap.
• And I need to use body spray because apparently I get a little funky towards the end of a friggin hot summer day.  My mother has no qualms telling me that I stink.  I am grateful.

C'est super je peux profité de la nature des oiseaux de l'air..ouin presque pur lol!

Ma tite toutoune s'ennui je suis pas la souvent, mais a dors tout le temps hein, c'est un chat... ;-)

Je me sent calme, cela faisais longtemps que ca m'étais pas arrivé,  je ne néglige pas popey

 (ya des bras après ca lol)  qui m'aide tout les jours....pour une fois j'arrive a décrocher!

Non mais es tu belle un peu!!! Je m'occupe de toi  le soir ma tite ''courgette'' ( ben oui j'y donne toute sorte de nom, mais a s'en fou pas mal lol! )

J'apprend à prendre le temps comme un ami...et voire la vie comme la plus douce des tortures..car la vie nous donne tout sans excpetion, pour notre apprentissage....

the country is in the grip of a most poisonous and obstructionist of spirits -that of villagerism and sacred kind of backwardism. to these people, all hallmarks of modernity and urbanism is unholy and heathen, and all that is clean and beautiful and neat -and smells good- is by definition guilty and sinful.

for a hundred years now since the first time a young and european-minded monarch was ousted because the villagers all over the land did not approve of his queen's luscious arms seen in public (and probably experienced a guilty sensation at the sight of a young black-eyed beauty) and young girls seen in summer hats boarding a plane for studying in turkey, every succeeding regime has tried to appease and bend over backwards for the traditionalists.

and still they have failed to fully appease and please them. until the traditionalists finally took over the country and made uncouteness and shabbiness and dirtiness and backwardness the official law of the land (it was not islam, it was a sacred belief in backwardness, but of course they could not profess to that), and made it illegal for women to wear heals and use perfume, and for men to shave their beards and appear neat. and still, still to this very day, even after that gang of villagers has been routed, their ideology of backwardism and sacred villagerism remains dominant and this government is going to painful and awkward lengths to make itself fit those standards -with even more painful failures.

that won't get the country anywhere. the solution is not, as has been pursued by various regimes, constant appeasement of traditionalists, and bending over backwards for them. rather, it is an extreme brand of kemalism. it is shock-therapy. it involves instituting a not-so-benign tyranny of the liberals and progressives and hedonist-philosophers. it involves instituting a strict code of public behavior and morality that would make san fransisco and amsterdam appear conservative backwaters -and not just in the realm of 'negative freedoms' (as in the government does not have the right to kill a journalist for printing stuff off the internet), but rather positive enforcement as in wearing the traditional piraan-tanban is and outlawed, punishable offence and everyone who does not partake in a ritual intercourse during officially mandated 'national sex days' will have to pay heavy fines and face separation from their spouses (because persumably something is seriously wrong with that sort of relationship.) and people who engage in love marriages will be given prizes, and people who bring forth children out of wedlock will be given even bigger prizes (a house, anyone?) and on every square and park and crossroad, public art and sculptures of a most provocative and erotic nature would be displayed; and celebrations of nawrouz will be particularly vigorous and will be accompanied by thirteen days of revelry and bacchanalia of the sort that preceeded the slave morality that took over and bastardized this ancient feast of fertility; and nietzsche and bacchus will be our patron saints and madonna our minister of culture; and no more will death be seen as holy and sacred, but rather life will be the holiest of holies, and this youth bulge that we have, of an astounding percentage of the population (close to 60%?) below the age of 25 will give us just the right sort of constituency to play this message to, and whoever does not subscribe to this dionysian faith will face hard labor and eventually deportation to, respectively, either peshawar or qom where they can have the time of their life if they want amid other likeminded traditionalists and they can call us all sorts of name that they want to from heathen to hedonistic and maybe then we can have some hope for change and if not at least we would have tried just about every option and maybe then, if still it does not work, we can finally lay the issue to rest and pack our gear and leave.

[file under madness, hedonism, depressive mania]

Paglia é uma dessas pessoas que eu conheço e admiro cada vez mais, à medida que conheço mais e passo a admirar. E também uma dessas coisas que norteiam vários dos pensamentos da minha vida, o que de algum modo explica o meu olhar banal pra tanta coisa.

E daí que isso é notícia velha, olha só, é de 1º de Junho que está aqui arquivado e só agora eu resolvo escrever. Foi mal galera, mas vale a pena. O Pedro Doria fez essa entrevista com ela onde fala sobre a corrida presidencial americana e dá pra conhecer a maneira como ela pensa, além é claro de ter uma visão bem interessante sobre os candidatos.

O debate político não tem mais nenhuma profundidade e segue embalado por uma mentalidade raivosa de nós contra eles. Como o nosso é um sistema bipartidário, já há uma tendência à polarização. Mas essa divisão foi reforçada, no início dos anos 90, pela ascensão da TV a cabo, com seus canais de noticiário contínuo. Nos programas de debates, os convidados são pré-selecionados para apresentar os argumentos da direita e da esquerda. Filtrados pelo pouco tempo de fala, fica a impressão de que aquelas mesmas idéias manifestadas daquela mesma forma representam toda a miríade de opiniões possíveis a respeito de assuntos complexos. Há raiva no ar. Aqueles que começam a se aposentar, no Senado, costumam dizer que houve o tempo em que havia mais colegialidade, maior disposição de chegar a um acordo com a oposição. Era possível governar buscando algum tipo de consenso. Se considerarmos o poder dos Estados Unidos no mundo, é muito grave o fato de que nada é decidido em Washington porque os políticos estão paralisados por uma rixa adolescente e tediosa que constantemente transforma em estereótipo o ponto de vista oposto.

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Um pouco. Os jovens não estão assistindo à televisão e há uma miríade de pontos de vista diferentes na web. Mas a desvantagem da web e dos blogs é que tudo vem muito fragmentado, são só pedaços pequenos de informação. A antiga habilidade do argumento elegante de editorialistas e colunistas é uma arte em extinção, e lamento isso. As pessoas que sabiam construir um argumento e colocá-lo num texto conciso e bem estruturado estão envelhecendo. Hoje, estamos cercados por mídia. A geração atual está em constante contato entre si, mas eles não têm um espírito de rebeldia, de vontade de mudança, que minha geração teve. É claro que éramos ingênuos e talvez até arrogantes ao exigir do mundo que mudasse. Mas os jovens, hoje, não têm essa ousadia. Não encontro a moça com 20 e poucos que tenha esse projeto de escrever um longo livro que será a grande obra definidora de algum assunto. Os jovens querem publicidade, querem aparecer. Mas a verdade é que basta um artigo publicado em uma revista de grande circulação que já é suficiente para render um contrato lucrativo com uma editora. O livro baseado no artigo é escrito em oito meses e o que temos são livros superficiais saindo um após o outro. Jamais esqueço que não podemos julgar o futuro pelos paradigmas do passado. Estamos vivendo um momento de grande mudança na comunicação e, com toda grande mudança tecnológica do tipo, há ganhos e perdas. Estou chegando a uma idade em que começo a me sentir velha e talvez esteja olhando para os jovens como a geração de meus pais olhou para as pessoas com minha idade.

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No exato momento em que a campanha de Hillary começou a descarrilar, uma moça publicou no YouTube um vídeo satírico em que representa Hillary como Norma Desmond, do filme Crepúsculo dos Deuses. É brilhante e foi muito barato. O preço faz diferença. Antigamente, em Nova York, um grupo amador podia montar uma peça com quase nada em um teatro fora da Broadway. Hoje não dá mais para fazer nada sem muito dinheiro. Teatro, cinema, dança. Na web é possível. Onde veremos outro Crepúsculo dos Deuses? Não existe mais. Na história é assim. Gêneros passam por períodos de grandes obras e aí entram em declínio. No fim, os jovens não recebem boa educação, consomem lixo da indústria cultural e nem sequer percebem que é lixo.

Acho que citei demais, mas enfim, Camille Paglia é bacana pra caramba e vale ler a entrevista e os livros dela. Qualquer dia eu cito mais alguma coisa, porque, enfim, essa mulher além de tudo é um desfile de cultura pop.

The French don't strike anymore than the rest of Europe but when they do it is either the transport sector (railways, underground, buses, taxis, baggage handlers etc.) which go on strike or the transportation system or roads are affected by the dissatisfied workers creating a huge impact. In the latter case, this often takes the form of an escargot (snail) where the strikers form a slow moving convoy on the main roads across France, blocking already congested roads. I once witnessed a procession of driving instructors on the main North-South autoroute.

There are many sub categories of strike, my favourite type is the grève perlé, a go-slow!