I've had the Pearl Jam song "this is not for you" in my head since then.
I've had the Pearl Jam song "this is not for you" in my head since then.
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.
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".
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.)
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.
"New Moon", 2006
I was writing earlier today, and was stuck on something that was too colloquial. So I went to a Web page that does translations.
This is why it's odd ; I was writing in French. Yet the Web page I had loaded was for French to English translations.
So for my brain what was "colloquial French" was obviously a language different than French. And the default when I'm not writing in French seems to be English [it is the case].
I guess that explains why I loaded the French to English dictionary.
But that was not the end of it. I wrote on IRC that I was stuck with some colloquial French and that I couldn't find any good English equivalent. A colleague offered a few silly stuff and a valid suggestion.
Only when I returned to my draft with that English suggestion did I realise that the language was French.
Odd, isn't it?
The other day on TV there was a character which name I couldn't quite make out. She was either a "Dina" or a "Tina". That made me think how the suffix "ina" could fit with numerous consonants:
"Ina" is also an existing first name.
I've always been somewhat interested by language stuff. However not enough to know how it is called.
I remember as a teenager how I realised with wonder that "aude" was similar to "claude" and "maude" and how all of them could be transformed into "audine", "claudine", "maudine" and still sound nice.
- Etalez votre mélange favori sur votre crêpe. Moi, typiquement, je tartine une couche de nutella et je saupoudre une petite quantité de sucre en poudre (pour le croustillant).
- Rabattez un pan de crêpe aux tiers. Rabattez l'autre pan aux tiers, de manière à obtenir une bande de la hauteur de la crêpe et d'un tiers de sa taille en largeur.
- Roulez votre crêpe dans le sens de la hauteur.
- Croquez comme un nem.
Il n'y a *que* des avantages:
- Meilleure prise en main. Une seule main suffit à la manipuler.
- Pas de fuite. Votre mélange est sécurisé dans votre crêpe bien hermétique.
- La coupe transversale est fort jolie à regarder. (Il y en a pour qui ça compte).
- Gain de temps. Temps de roulage légèrement supérieur au roulage ou pliage classique. Par contre, en temps de consommation, vous serez incontestablement plus rapide. Ce qui vous permet au final de baffrer une plus grande quantité de crêpes.
Voila, vous m'en direz des nouvelles.
It seems the people who are attracted to my blog have an interest in chaetophobia and cover songs.
They call me Sir, but they all do, informing me they are putting up the following for immediate transaction:
- 1 Unit of BRAND NEW 7,000dwt Oil Tanker (Built Nov, 2008 in China)
- 1 Unit of BRAND NEW 6740dwt Chemical Tanker (Built Nov, 2008 in China)
- 1 Unit of 1002dwt Chemical Tanker (Built 1988 in Japan)
Out of interest I searched what these look like. Who on earth would contact them for more information?? One of these boats is almost 120 meters long, weighs tons and costs 0.58 MIL$.
I have snowphobia. I like snow (although it's cold and I prefer things hot :). It's walking and driving on slippery surfaces that freak me out.
There was a very local hailstorm over the Sophia Antipolis area last night and when I drove to the office this morning I was surprised the area was all white. At first it was beautiful. I was safely driving on ploughed roads.
But at the round-about near the office, the ice was there to meet my tires and it was no longer beautiful but unnerving. I did well. I "beached" my car where I could, blocking two others (leaving a note to the attention of the owners with my cellphone number on it, and it was tempting to add "and please, move my car yourself if it's in your way" ;).
This reminds me of the failed hypnosis session that occured back in December 2004. Being impaired by my phobia, I did the sensible thing and made an appointment with a doctor who practiced hypnosis.
He made me sit on a comfortable leather armchair, rest my hands on my thighs, close my eyes and listen to his monotonous and quiet voice.
He made me imagine I was in a place I like and I was feeling good about it. So I was on a large beach of white sand, taking a nice walk and enjoying the warm breeze, the small number of people (at a good distance) and the melodic sound of the waves.
Then he made me go in my car for an enjoyable ride. He said it was starting to rain but I was safe. The rain was light and I was comfortable driving. Then I drove down a slope and I was still safe, and I was still enjoying myself. Then he made me go back to the beach.
I got off the car and was to transfer my fears on framed pictures. I was to carry the pictures to the air balloon that was moored on the beach. I carried the frames and put them in the basket. I cut the moorings and saw the air balloon lifting up.
At this point my friend Dino suddenly appeared in the basket and was waving bye bye, smiling at me!
I backtracked quickly to the previous scene so as to re-do it again, Dino-free. But there he was again! appearing in the basket of the air balloon and waving bye bye while smiling.
That was the end of the session. Too bad it was ruined so close to the end!
The doctor was confident that would do it. But in case I was still frightened to drive on frozen surfaces or snow, I was to schedule another appointment with him. I am still very uncomfortable with snow, ice and all slippery surfaces, but I never scheduled another appointment.
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