Gente, quem me acompanha no twitter, sabe que eu quando vi essa camiseta no lookbook.nu há uns 5 meses, quase morrí! Daí que desde aquele dia, a desejei muito! E quando eu quero MUITO uma coisa.. aiaiai hahaha daí que agora tenho a minha também! Não sorri porque queria fazer igual a foto da modelo, mas no final, de igual só a camiseta.. hahaha Quem me dera também uns lindos girassóis desses né! A foto do lado, é que a Mariah, do blog da Mariah, postou um vídeo quarta passada ensinando a fazer uma trança embutida, e era tipo assim meu sonho aprender, então mostrei o vídeo pra minha mãe e ela aprendeu! haha aprovaram? Beijos!

L’équipe de L’Dépendant est de retour après plusieurs mois de stage en Chine sur la manière de faire du journalisme.

Nous revenons suivre la campagne pour les élections royales de 2010. Nos correspondants sont prêts et on va vous en mettre plein la vue.

Au programme, des reportages de terrain, suivre les candidats et tout un tas d’informations en OFF .

L’Dépendant is back

Last night I went to the Breath Carolina show, with supporting acts; Cash Cash, and Stephen Jerzak. The show was good, except that there were major tech problems during both the Stephen Jerzak and Cash Cash shows, and so they cut their sets short. Jerzak kind of came off rude towards the tech guys, but the sound was hurting his ears so I can see his point. Cash Cash were also very angry about the technical problems and announced to the crowd that they would be holding an acoustic performance outside the venue after Breath Carolinas set. Unfortunately the people that I was with did not want to stay that long, and so I wasn’t able to see it.

This show wasn’t different from the previous shows that I’ve gone to, in the sense that the young scene kids were all over the place and completely obnoxious. We decided not to be in the crowd of people, for the simple reason that it was crazy. We spent most of the night sitting on the benches enjoying the music and people watching. We noticed that so many attractive guys work on the tour as tech guys and selling merch. There were two other bands on the tour, but honestly I can not remember there names, but they had some of the most attractive guys on tour with them. My friends and I prime objectives of the night were to talk to Stephen Jerzak. This ultimately was a fail because he has gotten quite the following since he was on The Summer To Remember Tour with the Scene Aesthetic just a few months ago. We did however talk to him when my friend Lauren wanted to go and check out the merch, and my friend Lydia awkwardly asked him for a picture.

I never realized how awkward it is asking band guys for pictures until last night when I wanted to get a picture with Alex,the keyboardist from Cash Cash. After seeing all of the girls kind of ’stalking’ them, and following them around the venue to get a picture with them, I didn’t want to come off like that. Fortunately my friend Lauren knew that I wasn’t trying to look like a creep so we just walked over and asked him for a picture, which was still a little awkward, but not that bad. I then told him that I thought their set was really good even though they had to stop, and then we talked for a few minutes and he told me to stay after for the acoustic show. Like I said before we unfortunately couldn’t, but it was nice to actually talk to him like a person and for it not seem weird and awkward. while Breathe Carolina performed we decided to just sit and chill on the benches because there were so many people in the crowd, and during this time did some people watching again, and saw how many people came up to Alex to ask him to sign things and get pictures. I think the difference from making that kind of situation awkward and not. If you go up to someone just trying to get a picture and you show no interest in them as a person, you come off really awkward and then the situation becomes really uncomfortable and weird, but if you go up to them and you show some interest in them and you want to get a picture as well, they have no problem talking to you. Some artists need that breath of fresh air from crazy fans and just want to talk to people normally, and not like they are idolized by them.

Overall the night was quite the success. My friends and I ended up leaving the show and standing out in the cold to catch two buses for about 25 minutes, and spent the rest of the night warming up in starbucks.

You’re probably familiar with the story of David and Goliath; the epic story of size doesn’t matter. Goliath, a Philistine giant some nine feet tall, taunted Israelites day and night until eventually David, a young shepherd boy, had enough. However, did you know that the story has its own place in classical music? In the early Romantic period, the term “Philistine” was a term most commonly used in music, but was also used in the other arts as well. Just like in the Biblical story, the Romantic’s “Philistines” were the bad guys; they were the ones that degraded art to mere entertainment or flashy showmanship. To understand this, you have to know something about the Romantic’s philosophy of music. The Romantics believed music to be the highest of art forms and the one most capable of expressing the deepest and most inner thoughts of man. Jean Paul, an early Romantic writer, said this about music:

“One day the guardian genius of all who possess strong sensibility addressed Jupiter thus: ‘Father divine! bestow on thy poor human creatures a language more expressive than any they now possess; for they have only words signifying how they suffer, how they enjoy, and how they love.’ ‘Have I not given them tears?’ replied the deity; ‘tears of pleasure, of pain, and the softer ones that flow from the tender passion?’ The genius answered: ‘O god of men! tears do not sufficiently speak the overflowings of the heart; give, I thee supplicate, to man a language, that can more powerfully paint the languishing and impassioned wishes of a susceptible soul, the recollections so delightful of infancy, the soft dreams of youth, and the hopes of another life which mature age indulges, while contemplating the last rays of the sun as they sink in the ocean; give them, father of all! a new language of the heart.’ At this moment the harmonies of the spheres announced to Jupiter the approach of the Muse of Song. To her the god immediately made a sign and thus uttered his behests: ‘Descend to earth, O Muse, and teach mankind thy language.’ And the Muse of Song descended to earth, taught us her accents, and from that time, the heart of man has been able to speak.”

Music, even among the practitioners of the other arts, was held in the highest regard; a noble art form not to be taken lightly. The “Philistine,” then, was anyone who degraded music to something less than its noble purpose. In essence, they were the ones who sold their souls for their desire to be adored by the public. They sought recognition of men and by doing so, degraded their art. The “Philistine” could be either performer or composer.

Robert Schumann, in his own unique way of fighting the “Philistines,” created a fictitious society called the “Davidites.” His famous characters of Florestan and Eusebius, which he used often in his critical writings, were members of this society. Furthermore, the Davidsblündertanze was a set of piano pieces he composed to exhibit the high quality and introspective nature that classical music ought to possess.

Like every battle of good vs. evil, that between the “Philistines” and the “Davidites” continues on in the modern world of, not only classical music, but music in general. There are always those who betray their art for the glory of the limelight. You just have to ask yourself: which one are you?

Jean Paul: “Ich würde mehr vom Weltgeist lernen, wenn ich auf allen Bäumen dabei stehen und es sehen könnte, wie die verschiedenen Vögel ihre Nester bauen, als von allen Lesereien darüber”.

Por: Elayne Costa

Fazer 30 anos é marcante e a Melissa sabe muito bem disso! Não é à toa, que a comemoração vai ser em grande estilo: Melissa Eu! – uma exposição que conta a história da marca e apresenta ao público o novo modelo de sandália assinado por Jean Paul.

O evento foi organizado pela consultora da marca, Érika Palomino e acontece entre os dias 28 de outubro a 15 de novembro, em Santa Tereza, Rio de Janeiro. A entrada é gratuita.

LAÏCITÉ ET PÉDAGOGIE
Croire et savoir : à quelle enseigne ?

Gerard Fath

Le phénomène de la croyance, en général, enveloppe une réelle dynamique de pensée. Par ses propositions pédagogiques de (re)mise en chantier des rapports au monde et à l’Autre exprimés par les croyances, l’auteur propose ici de relancer l’exigence laïque par-delà ses positions purement défensives où elle risque de s’enfermer, contrairement à sa vocation.

Let’s be real…at the end of the day we eat as a necessity.

I must admit I’m a fan of Hell’s Kitchen and Top Chef.  I love to see the drive and the creativity but are we really that critical about food? I’d like to add that I’m a good cook.  I was taught to cook and bake early for large amounts of people so it’s ehh to me.

Anyway, I’ve eaten at BBQ’s on 8th Street in Manhattan before they closed (haven’t been back since they reopened)and loved their dirt cheep mac & cheese and collard greens.  The big ass pina coladas help but to be honest their mac & cheese and collard greens were the BOMB!

I have also had a personal chef from jean george prepare an entire meal for me & my guests exclusively in my room at the Trump in Columbus Circle.

The food was amazing and the service was top notch. The desserts were woah (i don’t even eat sweets like that).

If you’ve ever seen Diddy’s assistant reality show where he asked for a cappacino or whatever at the hotel he was staying at and was surprised that it wasn’t there within seconds of him asking…i understood, cuz at Trump whatever we asked for was there within seconds and  a swift knock on the door and call on the phone.  I’m not exaggerating at all…30 seconds or less….no joke. I was spoiled.

As an example, my sis was out of newports and was going to go out to buy and we were told to call the concierge and ask them to go to the store…so she did.  30 seconds later, the cigarettes were at our door…true story….ask my sis.

But back to the food.

I’m not a foody. I’m really picky but at the end of the day if it’s good…it’s good.

So, am I wrong for saying that though I liked the attention to detail and the taste of the food from the personal chef at jean george…i could really go for some mac & cheese and collard greens from bbq’s right now.?.??…

Me Alaska Anthony

Jean Paul and IAlex the man!

Alex and the soda i bought him

Ozzy the Merch guyy

Alaska, Sam and I

JAKE RYAN!!!

This was an amazing night! [2 nights]

Monday I got two free tickets to a private Family Force 5 concert at the Gibson Showroom. My friend Ginger really likes them so I wanted her to be my guest. It was also an excuse to hang out with her. So we drive out to Beverly Hills and I know where we were going. Until the option to go on the local access lane or the thru traffic lane. I thought we went on the Local access the last time I went. So we went there and ended up on Rodeo drive. Forty five minutes of driving around asking for directions by Valet guys and a guy on a bike, we luckily found it. We waited in line and had a great time. Once we got in we were pretty close, as in 8 feet from them. They are crazy! They have great music. I had a great time. After the show they pointed out a band who was touring with them called QNS, Or Queens Club. I saw a guy with long brown hair and a Cash Cash shirt on. He was the kind of guy I really wanted to give a hug. I hardly ever have an erg to want to hug a total stranger, but I really wanted to hug him. I took a picture of him, stalkerish, I know. I never gave him a hug. It was a great show.

On Tuesday, OH MY LANTA!!!! We all got in line at 5:00 that night. Then Jeff ran away and I followed him. Then suddenly it was like I had gone to Narnia. Twenty feet below us in the House of Blues band parking lot, I saw five different Band buses and trailers. Then the Afro of Majesty walked from behind the band. Anthony Villacai was there. Heck yes! The others came around too. I whistled a few times at them but they didn’t hear. I did see Breath Carolina below and told them I wasn’t trying to get their attention… But I did say hi. We got Alaska and Erica to come over and they were nervous to even be in sight of them. I was watching them as of I were at the Zoo, loll. We ran back to line and chilled for a while. They soon after closed off Narnia and stayed put. After waiting until about six, I had to go to the rest room. Alaska pointed out a girl with a Cash Cash shirt on and I screamed and bee lined to her. It wasn’t a stranger, it was Sharron, Rachel and Leslie, part of our Cash Cash family from August 24. I was really excited to see them. I’m sure Alaska was very confused. We introduced them to Alaska and they introduced three other people, one was Kimberly, Crystal and for the life of me I can’t remember the other girl’s name. We got in at 7:20. We were pretty close, for the House of Blues. We waited until 8 for the first band ‘I Rival” to go on. They were really good. They had a great sound to them and great music. The next Band was “Queens Club” And there was the man I wanted to hug, on drums! He was INSANE on the drums! I wasn’t expecting that from him. I loved them. I didn’t get any pictures of them, but I wish I did!

The Moment couldn’t come sooner. The curtains opened and Anthony was sitting behind his purple zebra striped drums, ready to rock it. Alex ran out next. Then Sam. When Jean Paul walked out I screamed so loud it hurt. They sounded so good! I danced so hard that I was tired by the second song. I was sweating and I could barley stand, but I continued to jump and scream. Between Every song Erica screamed “I love you JP!” I then would yell “MARRY ME!” It wasn’t really directed at any of them as one. It was just whoever would accept my offer. They sand a cover song and in the middle a man in overalls ran out and started rapping. He was amazing. He ran off and they continued their crazy ways. They played ’Cash Cash’, ’Sugar Rush’, ’Dynamite’, ‘911′ and of course ‘Party in your Bedroom’. It was the coolest.

As soon as they were off stage, we ran out of the crazy mob and went upstairs to the Merch tables. I went to the Cash Cash table where Ozzy was working. Ozzy was the same guy who rapped for them. I started talking to him and distracted him from his work and other customers. We went and sat at the stairs and we waited. I got up and went to go talk to Ozzy again. Then there stood Alex. I ran to the others and we stood behind him and waited for him to turn around. We were beat by crazy fan girls who wanted pictures with him and one girl who was trying to dance with him. He wasn’t to into that so he lay on the table. Suddenly all the girls were gone and he was up. I went over to the table and leaned in. he also leaned in. I asked if he was tired. He said they were all sick. I was very sad for him so I offered to buy him a Coke. He was Afraid I would put Date Rape in it so I told him I would buy him a can. They stopped selling cans and I had a problem. I went back and leaned over the table. He leaned in, again and I explained my predicament. He agreed to trust me with buying a fountain drink. When I brought it back, he took it, smelled it, took a sip and pretended to choke. It was hilarious. He was very grateful for my gift. I asked for a picture and he didn’t give me a funny look like he did the other girls. I turned to see Sam Chillin with the others. I went over and he defiantly remembered me. I reminded him of the Car alarm incident and he was laughing at me. He is always a sweet heart. After a while I started chillen out with whoever and watched Breathe Carolina for one song from the balcony. When I went back I got a picture with Ozzy, he was really excited to take a picture with me. 

I soon saw him. My Hug mate. [Soul mate, but hug] My two friends from the previous show where talking to him. That gave me the courage to go up to him. When I went over suddenly all his attention was directed at me. I felt bad because he sort of blocked the others out of the world. We started talking about how things were and how the show was going. He was having a great time. He told me he had only been to Cali a few times. He also told me about his previous band he was with. I told him about getting lost in Beverly Hills. we also talked about Cash Cash and the tour. He asked how i liked the show the night before. He was about to go sell merch when he gave me a hand shake and he used my bracelets as another topic starter. We talked about concerts I had been to and my history of concerts. He also asked if I had a tattoo on my fingers but he realized it was sharpie. I pointed out my temporary tattoo of Kung fu Panda and we talked about that. He asked what I had bought and he wanted to know if I bought a CD of QNS. I didn’t buy one yet so he started talking about why is should buy one. One, the back is pink, two, he is the drummer, three, there is a picture of a girls face, who he does not know. He sold me at two. I asked for a hug from him. He was really excited to give me a hug. I was right about Hug mates :] and I told him how I wanted to give him a hug the night before but I was too afraid. He said I should have given him a hug anyway and he said he remembered me from the previous night. I was really happy after that conversation.

Soon I went back to Alex and chatted with him a little, then to Sam. I looked out to the hall to see and Afro. Anthony walked into the room. I let all the girls swarm him. He was defiantly the sickest of them. He had dark rings around his eyes and a red nose. He took some pictures and I went over and started talking to him. He remembered me from the last concert and was excited to see me. According to Jeff he was laughing and smiling when I was talking to him. But when anyone else would talk to him he wouldn’t be too into the conversation. He took some pictures with us and he was soon on his way to talk to Sam.

A minute or two later, Jean Paul walked out. I was super excited because he was really cool at the last concert and he really spent time to get to know us. He immediately went to Jeff and talked to him about how he was sitting up on Alaska and Erica’s shoulders during the concert. He thought that was cool. We got some pictures with him. I had to tell him my pedicure story. When he looked down at my toes he pulled out his phone to take a picture. He started shaking his phone and I was really confused. So he started to slap my foot. I was really confused until I realized he wanted me to move my feet together. Ha.

Soon we had to depart. We went around and said good bye to all of our friends. We then went around and I said bye to the entire band and my new Bff.

By the way, His name is Jake Ryan. Ha-ha that is the famous guy Hannah Montana dated in the show. So when I mention him, everyone thinks it is that guy, and not the awesome guy I met. He was so cool. :]

That was my AMAZING night!

I really Hope Alaska posts her impression of the concert :O

Btw, I have the best luck ever when I go to concerts, I am just saying!

Peace Love Vron<3

Training

Tanner has to prove to very lowly gangsters in a parking garage that he can do jobs for them by demonstrating his skills while keeping the car intact.

Miami

Tanner begins his missions in a Miami motel room.

Characters involved

• Art

• Tico

• Rufus

• Jean-Paul

• Lt. McKenzie

• Jesse

• Castaldi

• Some associates

• The Cops

San Francisco

Tanner begins his missions in San Francisco on the hunt for Castaldi.

Characters involved

• Mojo

• Jean-Paul

• Rudi

• Slater

• Cosy

• Don Hancock

• Some associates

• The Cops

Los Angeles

Tanner begins his job at night on the on the case of Castaldi

Characters involved

• Bill Maddox

• Castaldi

• Maya

• Lucky

• Duval

• Granger

• Some associates

• The Cops

New York City

Tanner arrives back in New York and finishes his missions there.

Characters involved

• The Stetson wearer

• McKenzie

• Leck

• Castaldi

• Granger’s Gangs

• Granger

• Tanner’s associate

• Don Hancock

• The FBI

• The Cops

• The President

Driver also known as Driver: You Are The Wheelman or D1, in the US, is a 1999 videogame based on a undercover cop name Tanner. The game was developed by Reflections Interactive, which is now known as Ubisoft Reflections.  Driver was the first Playstation One and PC game for the Driver series.

Characters

• Tanner- The main character undercover cop

• Rufus- A Pimp

• Tico- A Gangster

• Jean-Paul- Rufus’s associate

• Jesse- Rufus’s girlfriend

• Castaldi- top gangster

• Maya- Castaldi’s Girlfriend

• Rudi- business man

• Slater- A legendary rival from Tanner’s racing days

• Cosy- a local gangster

• Don Hancock- A man running for president

• Lucky- an associate of Tanner

• Bill Maddox- FBI security officer

• Granger- a gangster

• The President- a man who runs the USA which Tanner tries to save.

• Commissioner Lt. McKenzie-- Tanner’s Boss

• Ali- Tanner’s associate

• Art- Tanner’s associate

• Leck- Tanner’s associate

Tanner first appearance in Driver took takes place in the 1970s. The game was actally designed to look like the 60’s and 70’s car chase movies, simlar to Bullitt, James Bond, and the game Wheelman .

The Beginning

In the beginning, as you see a dripping pipe,Tanner comes out of an elevator. He walks through a parking garage searching for his car which is a Ford Mustang 1965. Tanner gets into the car and starts to drive to the exit of the garage. He is then spotted by a police man in a police car and begins to chase Tanner out of the parking lot. Tanner gets away through the barrier after the police car hits another car.

The Game Settings are in

• Miami

• San Francisco

• Los Angeles

• New York City

Mariant harmonieusement long-métrages récents ou classiques du 7^ème art, romans historiques ou essais philosophiques avec soleil, plages et bikinis, mon intellect ne cesse d’être comblé par l’aspect rhétorique de l’uniforme atmosphérique que l’on nomme « été ». A priori, un mois d’août tout à fait ordinaire : les éléments essentiels, subordonnés à l’être, sont présents afin de revigorer l’esprit ou de nourrir une confortable fainéantise !

Cette jouissance culturelle, quand elle s’épanouit naturellement et qu’elle se voit babillarde, me fait fleureter avec le verbe convaincre, m’illimite dans la tolérance et arrive même jusqu’à me réconcilier avec le fameux adage sartrien, « l’existence précède l’essence ». Certes, ce dernier phrasé pourrait se montrer méprisant et réducteur, ce qui serait totalement faux, mais l’interprétation est un choix subjectif et non une volonté prédéfinie par le déterminisme. Du moins, selon l’idéologie du chorégraphe littéraire du XXe siècle.

Donner un sens à ses actes, voilà ce qu’a su rendre perspicace et ce que fait toujours aussi emphatiquement l’homme actuel ! Ce qui appui la constante autorité de l’engagement individuel ainsi que la multitude de probabilités. Bref ! Entre deux chats à fouetter et, a posteriori, des bribes de pensées entérinées, le résultat des courses est une clim dépareillée, des réquisitoires bien digérés, de légers coups de soleil et un iPod noyé…

Op zoek naar een uitdrukking over een recensie van Hendrik Marsman uit 1921 (uit Den Gulden Wickel 20) over de bundel Menschheitsdämmerung van Kurt Pinthus gestruikeld, die bekende collectie expressionistische gedichten van na WWI. Marsman oordeel in een notendop:

HET werk: een schreeuw, geboren uit veel bloed en tranen; vorm: ontbreekt; bij gevolg: geen kunst.

Iets uitgebreider klinkt het verderop:

Duitschland heeft vier jaar gevochten: dat wijzigde bij een groote groep ten deele de mentaliteit; zij werd die – zooals hare dragers gaarne en smakeloos prediken – van de ‘gelouterde Menschelijkheid’. Daar is onloochenbaar iets – vrij veel – van aan. Het is begrijpelijk: honger, ziekte, luizenplaag, shrapnells doen twijfelen aan een en ander; en – naar verluidt: uit den volmaakten chaos, hel-en-hemel van al ’s levens waarden, stond de Mensch op, naakt. In wezen accepteer ik dit; vele verschijnselen staven het, zoo de boeken van Toller, Kaiser, Rubiner, Von Unruh, Frank – maar hun mentaliteit ligt me niet: ze is zwaar, huilerig, vermoeiend-‘hartelijk’, ‘menschelijk’ alweer, ik stem het toe, ‘al-te-menschelijk’ zelfs, echter: zoo ze in-staat waren hun psyche – van welke makelij die dan ook is, mits lévend – in hun werk te ver-beelden, vòrm te geven, dan hadt ge dat als kunst te aanvaarden. Zij falen echter: al deze menschen – met uitzondering van Heynicke, Trakl, Stramm – missen: creatief en expressief vermogen, zij vertolken hun mentaliteit gebrekkig, luk-raak, zoo-ongeveer (‘er war ein Dichter und hasste das Ungefähre, Rilke in ‘Brigge’) – slaan er een slag naar, vrijwel steeds mis. Daarom en daarom alleen: geen kunst. Want leven is er achter: ‘fel, opstandig, pathetisch’.

Ik ben blij dit zo te lezen – ik herinner me hoe ik jaren geleden door de bundel bladerde en slechts enkelingen (Trakl, Stramm, Benn…) goed vond – de rest simplistisch, plakatief, onecht.

En dan volgt een vergelijking met anderen, zelfs uit het Pantheon, waartegenover Cervantes en – vuurwerk – Jean Paul genoemd worden:

Daarom: laat mij Jean Paul lezen, wat ge maar wilt van hem: een kosmischen kwinkslag, of een novelle van Cervantes: geciseleerd en àf, zòo-en-niet-anders, of … Ik wil er met nadruk op blijven wijzen – tegen alle catechismussen der idee- en Mensch-expressionisten in – dat er zonder nauwkeurig vormbesef en ten-einde-toe-doorwrochte expressie nooit-ofte-nimmer kunst kan zijn; ik kies voorbeelden (‘verdammt, soll ich euch denn alles vorpfeifen?’ Jean Paul!) zelfs, uit de grootsten, uit-den-treure verheerlijkt: Whitman, Van Gogh, Mevr. Roland Holst. Kosmisch-in-aanleg, ongetwijfeld, maar teveel van hun pogingen tot verwerkelijking stranden op een gemis aan kùnnen. ‘Kunst mag zijn, al wat ge wilt, maar het kunstwerk komt uit de werkplaats’ (Wichman – men deed beter hem te lezen dan ‘m te laten verhongeren -).

Nou, nou.

Miss Sixty is very proud to announce her support to the Elite Model Look United Kingdom ( http://www.elitemodellook.co.uk/ ), the world’s most prestigious modeling competition with the final taking place on Wednesday 5th August at Last Days of Decadence ( http://www.thelastdaysofdecadence.com/ ) in London.
Miss Sixty will not only be on the judging panel but all finalists of the competition will model the brand’s latest Autumn / Winter 2009 collection, which celebrates the Eighties and a return to hyper-feminine styles.
Elite Model Look UK is now in its 25th year and has launched the careers of top models such as Helena Christensen, Cindy Crawford, Gisele Bundchen and Linda Evangelista to name but a few.
Previous Elite Model Look finals have been held in cities such as Acapulco, Rio de Janeiro, Marrakesh, Miami and Nice, and judges have included Patrick Demarchelier, Linda Evangelista, Karen Mulder, Diane Kruger, Jean-Paul Gaultier and John Galliano.

How can it possibly be August?  Of 2009!?

As I marvel at the date on the calendar, why don’t you hop in the wayback machine to 2008 when August was Name of the Day?  It’s still one of my favorites for a boy.

Here in my RL, I’ve got a few new babies to report:

• Elizabeth Violet, nn Elle – classic, but not dull;
• John Paul – not sure if he’s John-Paul or even Jean Paul, but parents definitely use both names together;
• A local mommy blogger is planning on naming her daughter-to-be Polly.  IMHO, the world could use a few more Pollys.  Big brother is Strummer – should I ever meet her face-to-face, I promise to ask about her inspiration.

Also in RL, but in ones far more glamorous – or at least visible – than mine:

• Jude Law, known for his great taste in baby names, is apparently expecting #4 avec model/actress Samantha Burke.  He was stepdad to Finlay and has three kids with ex-wife Sadie Frost: Rafferty, Iris and Rudy.  Turns out that Sadie was the stylish namer of the duo, apparently – the baby-on-the-way is slated to be known as the classic-but-common Sophia;
• Actress Kathryn Hahn welcomed daughter Mae, a sister for Leonard;
• Dancer Ashly Costa embraces the obscure-but-wearable Biblical baby names category, welcoming son Enoch Daniel.  Enoch was Name of the Day back in June.  Big brother is Ammon Michael.  Wonder if they’re planning on any more kiddos?  Because on their current path, they could be the family forced to resort to Habakkuk;
• Speaking of lots of kiddos, everyone’s favorite mega-family, the Duggars, announced that their first grandchild will be known as Mackynzie Renée.  I think it is lovely that they’ve opted to stick with M in honor of matriarch Michelle.  I also think it is too bad that Meredith didn’t make it to the top of the list, as they’d joked with morning talk’s Meredith Vieira during their reveal-the-gender television appearance.

And in the blogosphere:

• Jill’s post on NameShame?  Rocks.
• Speaking of naming regrets, the mom blogger at Kicky Boots wrote about deciding to rename their toddler.  Karenna Jolie is, I must say, a lovely choice for their daughter.  Who cares it if it took a few months post-utero to settle on it?
• During our discussion of Cinderella, Sebastiane mentioned that she’s heard of it on Cajun women.  There is something fascinating happening in Louisiana, isn’t there?  Nancy did a post on Cajun names from the Civil War, including Justilien and Dazincourt;
• Did you check out the Nameberry Faves post – Beatrix, Penelope and Clementine are their Top Three.  Beatrix is clearly a favorite here, too.  Wonder if we’ll see that reflected in the US rankings in a few years?
• Xanthe Linnea wrote about Cedric.  Anyone else think that the Harry Potter/Twilight connection might make Cedric an unlikely choice in, say, a decade and a half?  Edward Cedric, anyone?
• Bewildertrix spotted Asher on a girl; Elisabeth reports a girl called Archer.  Asher doesn’t surprise me, what with Ashley/Ashlyn/Ashtyn.  But Archer?  Knock me over with a feather;
• I loved Bewildertrix’s post on villain names like Regan, Judas, Iago, Jezebel, Hannibal … whenever I ding Regan, I can expect a few angry comments.  But I’m with her on this one – Regan wasn’t much of a role model to begin with, and the fact that the name caught on post-Exorcist?  Scary.  Even better, her comment on Lucifer – “Sound wise it’s magnificent.  To use it?  Cruel.”
• A pair of Canadian parents insist they are angst-free over their decision to name their daughters Shade Star Pirate and Styles Knight Mansion.  I respect the amount of thought they put into their choices.  But I can’t help think that somewhere in there, they could’ve given their daughters a less aggressively unusual name, just in case the girls grow up to have interests other than their parents’ professions, Star Wars and attractions at Disney World;
• Let’s end on a high note – Sebastiane featured a truly classic girls’ name over at Legit Baby Names – Martha, Marta, Marthe.

In semi-name news, I’ve been coveting my neighbors’ gas-sipping, eco-chic SmartCar for months now.  I was charmed to learn that the forerunner of today’s Smart wore the lovely name Isetta.  Hey, if girls can be named Camry.  And Shade …

Thanks for reading!

für Eckhard Henscheid

Dass der Henscheid vor dem Hinschied
mit dem großen Preis dahinzieht,
macht mir manches süßer.
In der Drossel Spottgefieder
bleibt der kleine Seifensieder
Bildungslückenbüßer.

Nun ad multos! Hebt die Lichter!
Preist den Dichter wie den Richter!
Ganz wie bei Jean Paul
stopft der Fixlein, denn das ist er,
seinen Ungeist dem Philister
quer ins Spießermaul.

Jubelsenior wird der keiner.
Kein Titan schrumpft ein in seiner
Flegeljahreszeit,
denn die Zeit, sie zieht und flieht.
Nur, dass Gernhardt das nicht sieht,
tut der Seele furchtbar Leid.

Raquel Zimmerman se basta!
E é tão number one, que posou sozinha para as coleções feminina e masculina de Jean Paul Gautier.
E ficou ótimo!!!
Préstênção!

Top Unisex.

Guillaume du Caniveau et Fabrice le Professionnel ne peuvent pas se voir. Dans le milieu des journalistes ce n’est un secret pour personne. Il est reproché au premier de ne faire qu’un journalisme de basse qualité, copiant-collant les communiqués de presse, ne vérifiant pas ses informations et étant à la botte du P-PS. Au second il est reproché de justement ne pas faire le même travail, mais de vérifier ces informations, de rester après les conférences de presse pour discuter avec les politiques, de faire un travail d’investigation. C’est le jour et la nuit entre les deux et forcément cela ne plait pas. Donc les deux s’envoient quotidiennement par site web interposé des petites phrases pour se casser l’un et l’autre.

Aujourd’hui sur son blug notre confrère et ami Guillaume du Caniveau s’occupe de taper sur le P-UMP et sur Fabrice le Professionnel. En nous décrivant un mail envoyé par un P-UMP pour soutenir Fabrice le Professionnel. Cela est crédible, mais son article serait plus réaliste si Guillaume du Canivaeu publiait sur son blug les mails qu’il reçoit de Christian de Milas, de Jacqueline de Gauche et de Droite etc et également les enregistrements téléphoniques des appels du prince au journal lorsque la ligne éditorial ne lui correspond pas. On ne peut pas imaginer que Guillaume du Caniveau ne reçoive pas des mails, des appels de politique mécontent et censurant un article à venir. Mais on peut toujours rêver.

En plus s’agit t’il d’un mail commandé par Fabrice le Professionnel? d’une initiative personnel de ce membre du P-UMP? dans ce cas là tout membre politique qui met un lien vers un des deux sites devra être considéré comme partisan et il faudra que Guillaume en publie la liste en se montrant choquer d’un tel soutien.

Em inglês e sem legenda

Ou aqui.

Über die Komposita und Schlüsselworte bei Paul Celan wie über den “Unsinn” bei Günter Eich hat Peter Horst Neumann Bleibendes geschrieben. Seine eigenen Gedichte (beispielsweise “Pfingsten in Babylon” 1996), waren aber bewusst nicht nur in ihrer Epoche angesiedelt. Zum Echoraum auch seiner Gedichte gehörten Jean Paul und Eichendorff. Denn ihr Autor liebte, als Gelehrter und Essayist wie als Lyriker, die Aktualität des Anachronistischen, die Vergegenwärtigung des Abwesenden: “Die Brücke, halb, / auf der wir tanzen. // Das fehlende, / es will erschrieben sein . . . “. Am vergangenen Montag ist Peter Horst Neumann im Alter von 73 Jahren in Nürnberg gestorben. / LOTHAR MÜLLER, SZ 1.8.