Tuesday, 2. February 2010, 00:05:51
musings, memories
I saw Eve today. After all these years. I saw her only briefly, in passing, enough that she flashed her luminous, genuine smile. She's still so beautiful, of course. If I were a man, I'd be in love with Eve.
She is smart and friendly, elegant, at ease in every circumstance, she's successful and she smiles all the time. She has an incredible presence. Wherever she is, people seem connected to her, basking in her charisma, breathing and speaking according to her. And wherever she was, people wonder where the magic has gone, not unhappy, just back from a reality which was different, almost dream-like.
Thursday, 28. January 2010, 16:05:24
music, earworm
Thanks, Jules, for the earworm. Yes, thanks so much. Schni-schna-schnappi!
Monday, 31. August 2009, 14:42:26
funny, work, bad habit, ironic
I'm a bit edgy today so I decided I'd had my share of coffee. I went for herbal tea instead. A colleague remarked the oddity and I explained anxiety kicked in every time I was looking at my todo today, hence the herbal tea. On my way back a door burst open right next to me. Instant panic! My hand flew, spilling the burning content of my cup of tea in the air in front and on the carpet. At least, nobody was injured.
Monday, 31. August 2009, 10:36:14
Opera 9, i don't like, mac, bug
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For the past couple of months I've been annoyed with Opera e-mail sometimes being stuck in Outbox, at the "Authenticating" stage. Sometimes. Hence the annoyance. Sometimes it works fine for days. And sometimes it doesn't. I don't know what triggers it. I wish I knew :) Assuredly I can't be the only one experiencing this! I've looked and searched the Web, forums, Opera knowledge base and support pages.
I'm using Opera 9.64 on mac OS X 10.5.7 and outgoing e-mail talks to an SMTP server over TLS.
I just found a workaround that is not very satisfactory, but good enough so long as it does the trick: disconnect/reconnect wi-fi, try again, worky. <sigh />
I also found that even if the stuck message is removed from the Outbox, Opera will eventually deliver it. Sadly the original timestamp is not kept. So if I found another way to send that message, people will still receive it again. Later. <re-sigh />
I changed how Opera handles e-mail a couple of months ago, so that might be it. I used to ssh to a machine and Opera talked to localhost to pop and send.
Friday, 24. July 2009, 13:50:18
musings, language, funny, in French
En passant devant un cordonnier ce matin, je me suis rappelé qu'étant petite, j'associais l'image d'un cordonnier qui rafistolait des chaussures au mot "coordonnées". D'ailleurs, je croyais que le métier c'était "coordonnier", et lorsque ma mère parlait de "donner ses coordonnées", je ne voyais vraiment pas le rapport.
Je me souviens d'une autre association rigolotte datant de la même époque, peu ou prou. C'était lorsque mon père courait après mon frère et moi, en nous menaçant d'une raclée, l'image que j'avais en tête était celle du papa courant en cercle derrière ses enfants, une clé démesurée a la main. Ça m'amusait au moins autant que ça nous amusait de faire courir mon père, qui lui aussi s'amusait à nous courir après. (Avertissement: La raclée n'était qu'un pretexte au jeu, pas une menace réelle.)
Wednesday, 22. July 2009, 07:46:14
today I learnt, mac, work
Since the Leopard (OS 10.5) upgrade, and until yesterday, I was quite reluctant to use iCal, for at least two reasons. Adding a new event no longer made appear the box of options, and second, it was time-consuming, after double or triple clicking on the entry, to figure out how best to input a start and end time in the box of options. For example, typing 14 in the hour field would instantly transform into 16. The up and down arrows were what I ended up using most of the time, because extending the event box with the mouse was not exactly accurate.
The reason is that I'm using custom time and date settings, a recipe that is just right for me (living in France and using English as work language) and that I spent a fair amount of time crafting and refining several years ago. I was loathe to have to touch it so as to compensate that fact that Apple had coupled iCal with input from international/regions preferences.
How easy the solution was: Open the System Preferences, look for International, select the Formats tab, look for the Times section, click on the "customize..." button, click on the hour and select "0-23" from the drop down menu. OK. Quit System Preferences. That is it.
Wednesday, 17. June 2009, 14:07:27
silly, musings
There's a house I like on the way between home and work and it's for sale. So I looked up the realtor's website and the price is EUR 870000. I didn't go "ouch!" until I converted to French Francs. 5.7M! Ouch!
I've had the Pearl Jam song "this is not for you" in my head since then.
Friday, 5. June 2009, 19:43:34
language, funny, silly, in French
Je fumais une roulée avec une copine alors que j'avais un peu la tête ailleurs. Ça a résulté en un dialogue assez divertissant:
Elle: "Je roule nettement mieux depuis le 1er juin".
Je regarde sa roulée, je jette un oeil à la date du jour, je lève les sourcils et hoche la tête en guise d'acquièscement.
Moi: "Ah ouais, en effet, et on est que le 5 juin!"
Elle me regarde en écarquillant les yeux et en fronçant les sourcils. Je quitte mes préoccupations et me recentre illicopronto sur notre conversation, je reviens mentalement en arrière.
Elle: "Hein?"
Moi: "Euh... Tu me parles de début juin et on est le cinq. Je regarde ta roulée, elle est nickel, même si elle a une forme un peu conique."
Et là, ça devient clair, d'un coup! Le parseur a eu un hoquet sur la prononciation similaire (dans la région, du moins) entre "joint" et "juin".
Monday, 6. April 2009, 15:19:38
memories, funny, musings
I was always too shy to do drama (and always worried on the several occasions it was suggested to me as a means to overcome shyness. A few years ago, my boss told me I should consider "improv" and it freaked me out so much that my instinct response was to think about quitting, which I didn't do). However, I did go on stage, three times.
I don't have many recollections. Shame must have taken care of blanking them from my memory.
The first time I went on stage, I was between 3 and 6 years old and the occasion was the celebration of the end of the school year. Our teacher had decided our class was an Indian tribe. I was the squaw (i.e. the chief's wife) and I was to present our newborn baby to the tribe. I don't know that these memories are mine or based on hearing my parents recounting the story, but I do remember waiting in the teepee --with the baby doll-- for the signal my teacher would give me. At the signal I was to come out of the teepee and present the baby. I was told that I came out of the teepee holding the baby by an ankle, presenting the newborn upside down.
During the summer of 1985, I was visiting my aunt in Corsica for a month, and I was in a play for the second time. Someone in the village had decided that keeping the kids busy with a theater play was better than letting us wander the streets and woods around in search of some trouble to make. I was to be a maid. I practised long and hard, I remember that much. I also remember that the representation was to occur only a few days after I turned 10. I don't actually remember the play or whether it was a success. But my aunt remembers things. Like I was very unhappy that I was to be a simple maid. That she had to reveal to me the importance of maids at the time the play was set in. She also remembers that she helped me with reheasals. If I had been a promising actress, I'm positive she would have complimented me 
The third time I was on stage was, similarly to the first time, at the occasion of the school fair. I was almost 12 and it felt like the last school assignment I had to do before being rewearded with the summer holiday. Our teacher had picked an episode of "The Love Boat". I was the goffer. I remember a few things, but none related to the play itself. I remember being glad I was wearing a white outfit because it was a really hot and sunny day and we were not acting in the shade. I remember wishing I would not trip when I climbed the stairs to go on stage (I don't think I did, otherwise I would remember). And the other thing I remember is the make-up artist telling me the shape of my eye-brows was perfect and how pleased I was by what he had told me. I was also surprised because never before had I considered that eye-brows shape was something to have an opinion on. (I'm totally digressing but I have to note that either fashion changed since then, or the said shape changed and became not so perfect over time. Or the guy made fun of me in the first place.)
Saturday, 4. April 2009, 12:45:11
book, quote
I was like a lost moon--my planet destroyed in some cataclysmic, disaster-movie scenario of desolation--that coninuted, nevertheless, to circle in a tight little orbit around the empty space left behind, ignoring the laws of gravity.
Stephenie Meyer
"New Moon", 2006
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