Wat is het pijnpunt van deze maatschappij, vraagt een mens zich al eens af. Het is crisis, Opel zal wellicht zijn portieren sluiten (wat we al jaren zien aankomen), cronisch tijdsgebrek, etc. Is het ene oorzaak van het andere, maar gelatenheid is toch een van onze grootste kwalen. Kijk, gisteren was er ‘opnieuw’ de eedaflegging van Leterme en hoe regaeert dit Belgenlandje? NIET. Mensen laten begaan, halen hun schouders op, denken dat ze er toch niks mee te maken hebben en dat dit selecte clubje van would-be politici toch alleen maar handelt vanuit hun eigen goeddunken. Stel je eens voor dat dit in het bedrijfsleven zou gebeuren… Een ceo die dergelijke fouten maakt, die zijn ploeg niet kan leiden, die de ene frats na de andere uithaalt,… Ja, die smijten ze met klieken en klakken buiten. Finito. En dan gaan ze niet een jaar later smeken (uit gebrek aan beter) om met geit en al terug te keren. In België kan dat wel en de bevolking laat het begaan. Ik zeg het u: gelatenheid. Het geloof in de politiek is nog nooit zo laag geweest, dat kan niet anders.

Maar een bepaalde kliek profiteert van die situatie en nestelt zich in deze neerwaartse maatschappelijke spiraal. Het is ook eigen aan de christen-democraten om geen stelling in te nemen, om te schipperen, om te laten begaan, om geen vooruitgang te boeken. Ik spreek uiteraard in karikaturen hé… Maar ook toegegeven, strategisch slim bekeken, maar niet getuigend van ballen. Kunnen we hen dat eigenlijk kwalijk nemen? Neen. Het is aan de bevolking om het tegendeel te bewijzen, om op te staan, om te zeggen dat het niet goed is, om voor anderen te kiezen. Gelukkig is het hier nog zo erg als in Italië waar Berlusconi zelf nieuwe wetten neerlegt om aan zijn vervolging te ontlopen. Wie slikt dat, denk je dan? Gelatenheid.

In Waregem is het soms niet veel beter. En dan heb ik het niet over Berlusconi natuurlijk. Wel over de gelatenheid van de lokale bevolking die de huidige situatie laat begaan. Dat we hiervoor binnen 10, 20 jaar het gelag moeten betalen is wellicht iets voor later, denkt men. Waar gaan we met Waregem naartoe? Welke visie heeft het stadsbestuur om van Waregem opnieuw een levendige, bloeiende stad te maken? Ik ken ze niet en u ook niet. Wellicht zijn er wel enkelingen die het willen, maar wederom door een interne tweestrijd worden tegengewerkt. Niet iedereen wilt immers vooruit. Jammer voor onze kinderen zeker.

Gelukkig zijn er hier en daar wel een paar initiatieven van inwoners die vinden dat het zo niet verder kan. Laten we die steunen en in een positieve geest streven naar een andere mentaliteit, waar creatieve gedachtenwisselingen niet gesmoord worden in een vat van eigenwijsheid.

Hier gaan we opnieuw en niemand reageert

Don’t get distracted by Kate Moss – listen. It’s one sexual piece of music. It couldn’t fit any better:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlVwjzyCvZM.

Yours truly

Julian Angel
www.soundsofaction.com

I’m a glitter-dusting fairy!

This shirt was shedding sparkles all over the floor, my chair, my desk… I lived in a very glittery world.

And just to clarify: I did not, in fact, find boots. Turns out that it’s a good thing I couldn’t buy them online in my size, because today I found them in a store, and they were too big. Why is it that these boot manufacturers seem to think that the bigger your foot, the larger your calf?! Pardon me for not having a size four foot! I think that would look quite comical, given my height.

I was very “depressed” about my boot failure, so I bought these instead.

They’re heavy.

Romaine, roasted turnip, roasted green beans, alfalfa sprouts, and soy nuts… this worked out a little better than the last time I put those in a salad!

Minus anti-sog baggie.

A recent obsession: honey wheat pretzels… I can’t get enough of these!  (Neither can my brother; it is extremely unusual for us to agree on something like this.)

Smooshed grapes.  Oops.

Yves “chicken” burger (didn’t my Foreman do a pretty job?!), Steamfresh broccoli and cauliflower, bulgur — both of the latter with garlic salt.  Natch.  And as much as I love bulgur, I’m still having a difficult time with this whole “adding grains” thing.  But it gets better…

I haven’t verbally vomited in a while, so here’s a quick one.  Shortly after ingesting the abovementioned burger/veggies/bulgur, I went to see my nutritionist.  Or tried to, anyway.  I spent over half an hour driving around in circles, trying to find a parking space.  And, no, that isn’t an exaggeration.  I finally gave up, after popping a few blood vessels (I’m not exactly a patient driver in the best of circumstances… this was not putting me in a great mood); I stopped in front of a fire hydrant across the street from her house, put on my blinkers, and just ran in for a minute to get on the scale.  Oh, the stupid scale.  Did I mention I was already in a bad mood?!  Because that certainly didn’t help matters.  I’m not meant to, but I saw the number.  Yes, I know I’m not a number, but seriously?  I don’t get what all the fuss is about!  Granted, I thought I was “fat” weighing twenty pounds less than I do, but still; this is just making me feel… yucky.  As in, keep-me-away-from-sharp-objects yucky.

And I was planning to have a “rule breaking” day tomorrow (I’m sure you are all just dying to know)… which was freaking me out enough already, but now I’m really having a lovely bout of anxiety over it.  I’m such a well-trained puppy of society that I feel like I need to “earn” the “right” to eat; which, to my crazy brain, means that it’s only “allowed” if I’m losing weight.  Hmm.  That doesn’t make much sense, see; it’s a self-defeating “rule,” really.  Apparently my brain isn’t getting the message.

It really isn’t helping in the whole “feeling ugly” category that my arms are just not cooperating.

I should probably just suck it up and pay a visit to my dermatologist.

In the interest of keeping myself away from the abovementioned sharp objects, I will walk through my fairy dust and go to bed.  Have a lovely Thursday.

Viele fragten sich, was mit mir ist und warum ich immer weniger schrieb. Dies sehe ich an der Vielzahl der Nachrichten, die mich erreichten. Bei mir hat sich einiges getan; So zog ich wieder zurück nach Santiago in die Dominikanische Republik und überarbeitete zusammen mit Michaela vom Wunderwaldverlag „EL PATRÓN – Höllische Seilschaften im Paradies“. Mein Fehler war es, das Buch in die Hände einer Lektorin zu legen ohne ihre Arbeit nachzuprüfen. Mein Fehler – ist aber passiert und so kam ein sehr fehlerhaftes Buch auf den Markt. Die 3.Auflage, die nun im Buchhandel steht kann allerdings getrost gekauft werden. Wie schon erwähnt, wohne ich wieder in Santiago de los Caballeros. Immer wieder zog es mich zurück. Durch eine gewisse Fügung und einigen Zufällen sah ich nun den richtigen Zeitpunkt für gekommen, um hier wieder Fuß zu fassen. Die Rahmenbedingungen stimmten und nun bin ich wieder hier. Ich bin hier freiberuflich im Übersetzungs-, Schreib- und Telefonservice für deutsche Unternehmen tätig. Wenn ihr also in dieser Hinsicht meine Hilfe braucht, so schreibt mir einfach!

This past weekend I had the great fortune of chaperoning a group of girls at the Revolve Tour. The Revolve Tour is put on by the Women of Faith conference, but is geared towards teenage girls. Before leaving, I updated my Facebook status with a bit of a joke.

It was especially funny to read the comments of people who didn’t really understand what the Revolve Tour was and thought I was being serious.

All weekend long they kept talking about World Vision. As someone who is active in the kind of weird Christian sub-culture, I am no stranger to World Vision. In fact, I have gone to the tables filled with pictures of children and been overwhelmed by how many individual lives I was looking at. Suddenly it wasn’t just “the AIDS crisis” or “kids with nothing” but they had faces. Usually I walk away feeling sick inside of me, feeling the weight of the world.

This weekend was different. I walked up, again with that morbid curiosity we get that makes us look at the car accident on the side of the road. But as I stood a few people away from the line, a lady walked up to me and asked if I had any questions. and suddenly she was asking if I had any preference, so I said no. As she walked away, the Spirit stirred in my heart and I knew that I needed to pick an only child. The life of an only child lived in stressful situations can be very lonely and devastating. ‘Okay,’ I decided silently. ‘if I find an only child, I will sponsor them.’ She brought me a stack of kids born in September. As I was looking through them, the Spirit again stirred in me and I knew I needed to look for a child in the Philippines. My family is there, and I’ve been twice. I have given all of my money to children selling necklaces, and experienced the heartache of having no more money but the kids kept coming. With my own eyes I have seen the shanti villages and the simple living in my late great-grandmother’s village. It’s real to me.

She brought me five or six kids from the Philippines. With a heavy heart I said to her “I feel like I can’t choose one, because I don’t want to say ‘this one is important to me, but you other ones are not.’” How in the world I could choose between these boys was beyond me. Then I realized there was a little paragraph about each child, so I started to read them all. A couple children in, there was a boy whose birthday is next week. He’ll be seven.  I read “Yves Saint Anthony lives with his parents and has no brothers or sisters.”

Excitedly, I held out the folder and declared “I choose him!” and nothing else mattered. There were hundreds and hundreds of kids pictures on the table and in boxes, dozens of people surrounding the table, and all that I knew was that the Lord directed me to this little boy.

So everybody. I went to the Revolve Tour and I met a very cute boy. His name is Yves and he is almost seven.

Da passerelle para a passadeira vermelha, o vermelho reinou!

Vai ser difícil resistir ao eterno bâton vermelho durante este Inverno. Nas lojas existem opções para todos os bolsos. Se não quer gastar muito dinheiro, pode sempre optar pela Sephora, L’Oréal ou Maybeline. Se o budget não for problema, Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent ou Lancôme são sempre boas apostas.

O segredo para usar bâton vermelho? ATITUDE!

Christian Lacroix, Alexander McQueen & Dolce&Gabanna - STYLE.COM

From the runway to the red carpet, it’s all about red lipstick!

This season, we just can’t get enough of the legendary red lipstick. In stores, you’ll find great options, even if your budget is tight. Sephora, L’Oréal and Maybeline ain’t that expensive, but if money is not a problem, try Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent or Lâncome.

The secret to rock some red lips? ATTITUDE!

As escolhas do LX State Of Fashion:

LX State Of Fashion recomends:

Shades of Red by lxstateoffashion on Polyvore.com

This is a sacrilegious thing for a “peon” to say, but here it is: I hate Fridays. To me, they’re not indicative of the weekend; they’re a tease, because it’s so-near-yet-so-far! It’s especially annoying after moving the clock back, because I need to be home before sundown — and rushing in the door just at that time isn’t going to cut it. I need time to do some things first! I work until 2.00 PM on Fridays, but it seems like it’s hours longer than every other day of the week. I’d like to point out that candle-lighting these days is at roughly 4.30 … it takes me over an hour to get home. See the difficulty?

Another reason why Fridays are somewhat of a bane for me… I’ve long had anxiety surrounding weekends because of these “festive” meals, which, in my mind, automatically excused me from eating beforehand. I’m working on that one, but it’s slow going… and if, at the end of the day, it all evens out on a caloric level, it is still not okay with me that none of that eating happened while I was at work. That’s just a screwy way of looking at things.

On this particular Friday, Miss Genius here decided to get on the scale. Stupid, stupid, stupid.  I am horrified and disgusted and I don’t want to even think about any of this anymore.  I know, on a logical level, that I am this tall and shouldn’t weigh what I do; but on an emotional level, it doesn’t equate.  I still think it’s absolutely repulsive for me to weigh what I do; not for someone else of my height, but just me.  Because, well, I am special.  Ha.

One of my coworkers and I were chatting; he is taking a little trip down Memory Lane this weekend and meeting with a few of his childhood friends whom he hasn’t seen in years. One of these friends apparently fell into drugs, and I saw his picture on Facebook — both the way he was as a kid, and how he looks today. It’s kind of scary. It reminded me of a guy I knew from a detox program (I wasn’t the one detoxing — it was a mixed unit!)… I randomly ran into him a couple of years after we’d both discharged, and he was so obviously using again. He was about half the size he had been when I’d last seen him, and he was never a very big guy. Granted, I was also skinnier than when he’d last seen me. Says my coworker, But there’s a difference between being healthy skinny [meaning me] and wasted away from using drugs [him]. Oh, boy, did my nonexistent voices ever have a field day with that one! See, you really don’t need to gain weight; if you look “healthy skinny” now, you’ll just look fat if you gain!

That, combined with this morning, is making it really, really difficult for me to focus on what I “should” be doing.  I don’t want to be dealing with this crap for the rest of my life, I really don’t.  But I also don’t want to feel as … icky as I do right now.  It’s just not something I feel equipped to deal with on my own, and I have no other options but to deal with it on my own!

First attempt at a breakfast cookie:

I think my proportions were off.  This included oats, protein powder, peanut butter, and soy milk… but it wasn’t the right texture.  Once I got past the weirdness of essentially eating raw oats, the taste wasn’t bad, it was just … dry!!

Yves “chicken” burger on a toasted whole wheat hamburger bun — I realize it doesn’t look toasted, but that’s because I only toast one side.  Prevents my poor palate from getting sliced by a sharp edge.    And that isn’t a bite — I think my freezer must have eaten some of the bun.  I am weird, but I like the way toasted frozen bread tastes; it has the most awesome texture.  As for the burger, I used my Foreman grill this time instead of nuking the hell out of it, and I loved it.

Wheat puffs and banana… in an enormous salad bowl, because I hate it when the bowl can’t contain its contents.

With Boost.  Blah.

And of course, even though I want to cry / scream / etc., a challenge awaits.

Chocolate almond, this time.  “Review” to come, I suppose.

Sorry to cut and run, but it’s quite nearly 4.30!  Have a great weekend!

Thank you for the lovely comments on my last post!

Today has been a very long and anxiety-filled day.  I know it’s not unusual to feel dizzy and lightheaded from not eating enough; I’ve never heard of feeling that way from eating too much.  But I guess anxiety can cause that, too.  And those Boosts certainly did a great job of causing anxiety.  I spend way too much time in my own head.  Must get new earbuds, since mine are crapping out again, to maybe shut myself up by stuffing my ears with music all day instead.  This mental cacophony is especially unwelcome at this time because I have a really insane amount of work to do for school.  And a presentation due… I am terrified of that.

It definitely didn’t help on the school front that my priorities are such that I absolutely needed to watch Game 6 of the World Series.  I am thrilled to pieces that I did, though, because I am a Yankees fan.  Hate me if you must, but I am very very happy about this. 

Being the fastidious freak (hey, I had to toss in some alliteration somewhere, you know ) that I am, I hate hate hate hate having chips in my nail polish. Last night I noticed a small one, but it was too late to fix it because it wouldn’t have had time to dry. So this morning I grabbed the bottle of polish on my way out the door, figuring I’d just fix it up when I got to work.

I’m sure you see the problem here. I had to spend all day staring at the chip. AUGH.

I was in the supermarket, standing near the grapes, and this very devout-looking man next to me reached in and sampled a grape. Not that I’m advocating that, but I can understand trying one, to gauge its sweetness or whatever. But he took a bag, stuck it in his shopping cart, and kept eating them. It’s not like buying chips and then giving the cashier the empty bag to have the bar code scanned… these things are sold by weight. AKA, what he did was stealing. Am I being a “prude” in thinking that? And then he was standing next to me near the bananas too — I wanted to ask him if he was planning on ripping one of those open to try it, but I restrained myself. :p

I bought red grapes, but I added some black ones to the bag because I wanted to try them.

I prefer red.

A “jumbo salad” for Katie:

Romaine, roasted baby portabellas, sprouts, roasted carnival squash, and soy nuts. The carnival squash was a much greater success than it was last time! That said, this salad was kind of … bizarre.

The individual components were each good, but together, they added up to the strangest combination of flavors. The sweetness of the squash and the raspberry vinaigrette were competing against the earthiness of the mushrooms, and the soy nuts’ salt just didn’t really fit! (They’re salted because I bought them with the intention of making soy nut butter, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet… and I figured that would be less of a drag than salting it myself!)

I bought these chicken “burgers” in Whole Foods today:

Okay, not the most photogenic of plates — there’s not a lot of color here!  Steamed chopped broccoli, millet, and the aforementioned chicken “burger.”  Points of note: to make millet properly, I need to remember to toast it first.  And, uh, turn off the stove before it starts to dry out and burn.  As for the chicken “burger,” I definitely microwaved it for too long; so I’m not going to render judgment on it yet!  I know I didn’t hate it, but that’s all I’m going to say for now.

When I was in Whole Foods, I saw a Fuyu persimmon.  From my past experiences with persimmons, I don’t like them.  But my nutritionist told me that Fuyu persimmons (every time I try to type “persimmon,” I type “permission”!) are nothing like regular persimmons, and I just have to try them because they’re so amazing.  I was about to buy one, but then I realized they are $2.99.  Each.  Can you imagine what a disaster that would be if I really did love them?!  Have you ever tried a Fuyu persimmon?  Did you love it?

And I finally bought soy protein powder.  (The agony… with spirulina, or without?!)  Very excited, because now I can attempt a breakfast cookie.  Recipes welcome! 

I’m going to indulge in a quick little rant here about why I hate public transportation.  I check for service advisories every day before I leave the office, and if the subway line I usually take is having delays, I take a different one.  That’s what happened today.  And then the train I did take wound up going out of service in the most inconvenient of places; i.e., I couldn’t transfer.  Rather than waiting, I hoofed it out of there and to the next station.  Which is only about a ten-minute walk, but, um, I have an awful sense of direction and didn’t really have any clue where I was going.  As commutes go, I’ve had worse, so I can’t call it the Commute from Hell; maybe the Commute from Purgatory.

I haven’t shared one of these in a while, but Snapple “Real Fact” #797: In Youngstown, Ohio, it is against the law to run out of gas.  Any Youngstown residents reading this? … Is that actually true??

Whether or not that is a fact, this is certainly weird… my dad showed me this dime.  I wonder how this happened!

Have a great Thursday — the week is almost over!

Voici quelques étapes de production d’une case pour le projet Yves.

Scracho é um quarteto carioca que vem aos poucos alcançando reconhecimento pelo Brasil, com canções simples e cheias de positividade. Sua formação conta com Diego Miranda(voz e guitarra), Gabriel Leal(guitarra), Caio Correa(baixo), e a mais nova integrante, Débora Teicher(bateria e voz), que entrou com a saída, por motivos pessoais, de Rodrigo Stallone, sendo este, o autor do nome, após comer no restaurante “El Escracho”.

Achei o link para downlaod do MTV Apresenta: Scracho. (Eu assisti, muito bom!)

That same old uneasy and regretful feeling returns every time I look at that picture. I can’t forget about it and its never easy. Each new picture is another depressing day and the more beautiful that picture is the more uglier the day goes by.

Its never easy losing something precious, especially something you hold with great love and something you are really attached to. Something you knew for many years that simply flew away with the wind. Every time I see that smiling face in that brand new picture that I accidentally find, means a day of depression, depression that can sometimes lead to a beautiful literary work. Its not always sorrow that I find when I remember that moment in my life, that may be the first thing but inspiration usually follows after the destruction.

Love is rewarding at the same time painful. Every action we take to make our life full of happiness is only making it worse. Maybe happiness is already at our reach, but we are too blind to see the reality. We work hard to make our epic lives easy but the fact is, just making your life go with the flow is only what it takes to make it easy. We don’t need to make every little thing comfortable, we just have to accept things every way they turn out. We love because we care, but do they care? Do they love you back? Majority of people fail at love and some of them never seem to move on. I am one of them, and that’s is my weakness. I’m forever trapped in a life that is full of regrets and bitterness. I think that I need to move on and continue with my life. Accept what happened to me and just pick up the working pieces of my life.

It’s really ridiculous to think that somebody really writes this kind of stories about their lives, their failures. But that’s okay because everyone is a failure at some point of their lives. They become a loser just like everybody else. Everybody needs somebody to pick them up….

Bonjour à tous.

Je viens de publier une nouvelle vidéo sur le site http://www.wisibility.com/
J’espère que cette mini démonstration d’un réglage vous rendra service.

I’m here weeping and feeling bad about how bad my life turned out and how boring it became. I’m off to write again and for no one to read. (Its not about being read, its about being written):p

Its time to change everything and start living more healthy and lively. I want to make every minute not so much boring just like a second ago. And how am I supposed to do this. I’m getting bored almost all the time. Its getting lonelier by the minute. Every road is a dead end.

Enough with the ugly stuff, I want to focus this time on the better. Seeing as I’m being alone most of the time at home, at school and everywhere. I should find someone to spend time with. I don’t need friends, I need a companion and someone who understands. And who might that be, you might ask? I really don’t know, maybe she will come someday to a point of in my book (the term “my book” represents my life).

*Well that’s it, that’s the idea of the post. To write something i really need.

*I wrote some poems here and you can read, copy them, but please always give credit to authors and avoid plagiarism. (you know what that means)

*Each poem is written when I can’t sleep at night. It helps me sleep.

I forever long to die in sleep
So I won’t feel the pain go deep
I bear the scars of a traumatic past
Why, why do I always run out of gas

Happy memories now seem so dead
I can’t even get out of this sleepless bed
Its too late for another chance
I now live forever with this ugly glance

I sing quietly as I felt sorry
To what I have done to my souls body
Its lonely, bruised and sad
I remember what i used to have

I write ugly poems because I’m lonely
When will I write them when I’m happy
And lastly, I wish it goes away
The feeling that forever stays

*this time it rhymes….

I like that face,

Forever, killed by loneliness
Looking for something to smile about
Still vacant from friends that left
Sad and bitter

Happy at times but doesn’t last
Scarred with life and beauty
Pissed off by anger
Colored by the night sky

Filled with a handful of emotions
Disgusted by faith and lies
Laughing at beauty and fake faces
Eyes filled with freedom

Lips smiling about the wind
Killing time and waiting for sin
Angry at the happy
Jealous of love and affection

Looking for something to do
Hearing the sound of voices
Lost a family and left
Shrouded mystery and secrets

Dreaming of a better day
To see what its like
Living in an open world
Wishing that nobody looks at her.

*This is what I am good at, making poems that don’t even rhyme. making nonsense into art and killing time at the same moment. This is what makes me so damn happy.

Le Comité Colbert (appelé à l’origine groupement Colbert) est une association fondé en 1954 à l’initiative du plus ancien parfumeur français Jean-Jacques Guerlain qui se consacre à la promotion de le luxe en France et à l’étranger.

Jean Jacques Guerlain

Aujourd’hui, le Comité Colbert compte 70 membres recouvrant plus de 130 métiers dans dix catégories : couture et mode, parfum, or et matières précieuses, argent et bronze, cuir, cristal, faïence et porcelaine, vigne, accueil, hôtellerie et gastronomie, édition et décoration.

Les membres du Comité Colbert sont:
Air France, les créateurs Breguet, Cartier, Champagne Bollinger, Champagne Perrier-Jouët, Chanel, Château Ruinart, Château de Versailles, Comédie Française, Christian Dior Couture, Parfums Christian Dior, Givenchy, Hermès, Hôtel Ritz, Hôtel Bristol, Jean Patou, Manufacture nationale de Sèvres, Meller, La Maison du chocolat, Lanvin, Leonard, Longchamp, Louis Vuitton, Van Cleef &amp Aparels, Lenôtre, Rémy Martin, Pullman Orient Express, Musée du Louvre, Sorbonne, l’Orchestre national de France, Hôtel Ritz (Paris), Boucheron, D. Porthault, Lacoste, Yves Saint Laurent

La lutte contre les contrefaçons constitue une mission importante du Comité Colbert depuis 1995, le Comité Colbert s’est associé avec la Douane française pour lutter contre l’importation de contrefaçons, notamment à travers des campagnes d’affichage.

“Le Comité Colbert est une entité unique où la force collective transcende l’identité de chacun” Françoise Montenay, présidente du Comité Colbert.

http://www.comitecolbert.com/

Barbie and Ken dolls from the collection of Barbie aficionado Billy Boy wear outfits designed by Jean-Paul Gaultier, stylist Alexandre, Christian Dior, Paco Rabanne, Yves Saint Laurent. January 20, 1985

Je n’ajoute pas beaucoup de trucs ces temps-ci. Ce n’est pas parce que je fais rien. Je travaille toujours sur le projet Yves et la production de l’Annexe C: Ninja POW POW m’occupe beaucoup. Voici un des endroits où l’on risque de retrouver notre “héros”: dans les bars. Il faut ce qui faut pour trouver l’âme soeur.

Vraiment? Peut-on changer les choses? Changent-elles d’elles-même? Et les gens, eux, ils changent, les gens? J’aime dire qu’ils évoluent, utopiste que je suis. Mais pas toujours pour le mieux, malheureusement. Ça vaut la peine d’essayer quand même? Je veux dire de changer les choses, les gens…de chercher à les améliorer? Ou de toute façon, est-ce “plus beau quand c’est inutile”? Dieu que je l’aime ce Cyrano…

Lu sur cyberpresse.ca ce matin, muse cybernétique si c’en est une.

300 SANS ABRIS BIENTÔT MAÎTRES DE LEUR LOGIS.

• Un nouveau projet de réinsertion sociale dans le cadre d’une étude concernant les sans abris atteints de maladies mentales.
• http://www.cyberpresse.ca/actualites/quebec-canada/national/200908/23/01-895099-300-sans-abris-bientot-maitres-de-leur-logis.php

Aussi :

ENSEIGNEMENT : LES HOMMES SE FONT PLUS RARES.

• La proportion d’enseignants mâles ne cessent de diminuer d’années en années.
• http://www.cyberpresse.ca/actualites/quebec-canada/education/200908/24/01-895192-enseignement-les-hommes-se-font-plus-rares.php

COMMENT ON DIT COCORICO À SCARBOROUGH?

• Chronique du 20 août de Foglia. Il y parle de Priscilla Lopes-Schliep, une athlète un peu…hum bâtie qui met le dos sur une maladie pour expliquer sa carrure.
• http://www.cyberpresse.ca/opinions/chroniqueurs/pierre-foglia/200908/20/01-894194-comment-on-dit-cocorico-a-scarborough.php

Si les choses sont ce qu’elles sont, est-ce possible de réinsérer en société un itinérant, malade ou pas, qui vit comme il peut sans aucun comptes à rendre depuis des années? Parce qu’il y aura toujours des gens à la rue. Peut-on changer le fait qu’il y a plus d’enseignantes que d’enseignants? Parce que discrimination positive ou pas, l’éducation est un milieu beaucoup plus féminin. Et finalement, peut-on réellement blâmer une prédisposition génétique à être plutôt du type bâti alors qu’on se gave de malbouffe? Parce qu’il y en aura toujours avec “de gros os” et des problèmes de genoux qui les empêchent de courir. Ben-oui.

Yves. Il s’appelait Yves. J’avais quelque chose comme 16-17 ans. J’apprendrais plus tard qu’il en avait 40, en paraissant 200 de plus. Métro Henri-Bourassa après un shift quelconque. Il dormait sur le quai. Tout sale, tout recroquevillé. J’arrive chez mon père. 72 pièces et demie environ. Assez de salles de bain d’invités pour que le monde en ramène chez eux à la fin de la soirée. De l’air clim à en modifier l’écosystème. Depuis que je suis petite, ce luxe c’est la norme. Et Yves lui, dort dans ses pantalons de 84. Des pantalons de fin du monde selon Orwell. C’est pas juste, alors je retourne le chercher, je le brasse pour le réveiller. Parce que ce que vous croyez être un tas d’immondices, c’est un HUMAIN. Dans le cas présent, un humain dont la vie a dégringolé après une peine d’amour en 70. À défaut d’embrasser sa blonde, il a commencé à en boire. Puis basta famille, job, appart, argent, vie. Yves, il trippe sur le disco. Je lui dis qu’il n’est pas très à jour. Lui de me demander où je pense qu’il a la chance d’écouter ça, de la musique? Bon point et malaise.

Et il ne peut pas être réintégré. Parce que pour avoir une assurance sociale, ça prend une adresse. Pour avoir une adresse, il faut de l’argent pour payer le loyer. C’est pas avec le 20$ que je lui ai donné que ça va faire une différence. Auparavant, il s’occupait du paysage du parc Ahuntsic et ses yeux brillent quand il m’en parle. Maintenant, il le meuble de son propre corps et l’étincelle de son regard finit par s’écraser dans sa barbe. Une perséide perdue. J’en profite pour faire un voeu mais je ne peux pas vous le révéler sinon il ne se réalisera pas. Vous pensez qu’après 20 ans à dormir sous les arbres c’est évident d’en planter un? C’est facile de contribuer à une société qui nous a rejeté, puis abandonné, et finalement oublié, point barre? Yves a tout sa tête et c’est ce qu’il pense, ce qu’il sait. Lucide à souhait, charmant malgré l’odeur..!

Alors moi, avec mon utopie et mes grands yeux de biche remplis d’espoir, je vous demande : est-ce que les choses sont ce qu’elles sont? On fait quoi avec Yves? On fait quoi pour impliquer plus d’hommes dans l’enseignement alors qu’anyways, plus de filles y sont intéressées de nature et que les gars, on les accuse d’harcèlement sexuel de plus en plus facilement? On fait quoi pour brasser la cage de ceux qui ont des excuses et des “gros os”? Est-ce que ça peut changer, d’abord? On peut le changer Yves…encore?

Quand j’écris et que mes mots font sourire, pleurer, vivre un peu plus, j’essaye de changer le monde, une personne à la fois, une journée à la fois. Je te fais réfléchir maintenant, peut-être que tu agiras tantôt. (Oui, utopiste qu’on dit. Ou juste…jeune.) Mais parfois, il faut aller au-delà de l’individu. C’est pas la conscience d’autrui qu’il faut toucher, c’est la conscience sociale.

C’est pas des gens qui doivent réintégrer la société. C’est la société qui doit réintégrer des gens.

Réinsertion sociale, discrimination positive, profil génétique douteux…ça ressemble peut-être un peu à de la déculpabilisation tout ça. Changer les choses, c’est beaucoup de travail et exige qu’on y laisse quelques plumes. (Dieu merci, j’ai su garder la mienne!) Pour arriver à quelque chose de mieux, parfois il faut enjamber le pire (ou s’enfarger dedans, mais bon). Toucher le fond pour se donner un élan. Les gens doivent souvent en arriver là pour aboutir à une version 2.0 d’eux-mêmes. Mais la société at large, elle…?

Enfin. C’est inutile de reprendre en main quand on arrête d’échapper, voilà ce que j’en pense. Yves, ça fait près de 30 ans qu’il est à terre. Et ça, on peut rien y changer, même pas avec un gros, gros, gros “pardon mononcle” et du Gloria Gaynor dans le tapis.

Suivez-moi. Logiquement, si les choses empirent, alors les choses changent. Si les choses peuvent changer, alors les choses peuvent s’améliorer. Non?

Si vous êtes d’accord avec mon raisonnement final, alors je ne suis pas si utopiste que ça après tout. Toujours aussi jeune mais certes pas si candide!

Les choses sont ce qu’elles sont, les gens aussi. Paradoxalement, c’est dommage et merveilleux à la fois.

Et c’est ça qui est ça. Maintenant, au travail.

Au plaisir.

Keep on Keepin on

MS

Yves Deschamps is one of the nicest people I have ever met in my life… He lived a very simple life in a little village called La Binacherie, which is just outside Poitiers in France. I stayed there for a while in 2006, helping my Auntie and Uncle build a garage to the beautiful barn they had converted. While there Yves and I became fond friends. In the evenings I would go over to Yves little stone cottage and we would jam together on his guitars, we would drink fine red wine, with a little cheese and put the world to rights far away from the hustle and bustle of the chaotic outside world. Then Uncle Michael had to go back to Britain due to the sudden death of his mother. Before he went he challenged Yves & I to write a little song about La Binacherie. Yves spoke a little English and me very little French, but what we had in common was the love and appreciation for the nature and world around us.
During this time and what I didn’t know was that Yves was terminally ill and had very little time to live, he never showed this and was such a brave person. When we would look at the stars together and on sunny bright days, he would say ” La Binacherie was the centre of the Universe” Yves god bless you, I totally agree with you!
To my shock, he died a year later, I never had chance to say farewell my friend….
REST IN PEACE…

Well, for me my summer is ending on monday… Back to work, selling jeans… ( i hope i get a lot of customers like you Hannes!!)

So… After Hannes visited me, i went to pick up Marta at the airport (jaaay)
We spent the days running across Belgium and Amsterdam, went to a festival, swim, shopping, visit friends, go to apple store… a lot of things in only 12 days… Now i have one week to look for an appartement, finish the complaints (about dutch railroad service, bad hotel service in holland, apple store service, porto-boattoursservice,…), check to repair bikes (Guillermo, it will cost 60-70€ only so i’ll get it repaired as soon as possible and start looking for buyers), paint shoes, eat candy, watch more appartements, help Kitty who’s opening a photography/graffiti store at the end of the month,….

So yes, everything is rushing like usual

i hope to hear some people on skype soon! AND HAPPY BDAY HANNESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hope your all doing well

kiss hugs

ief

PS: when i get a message on my cellphone instead of ringing it say’s “heeeeeeeeey wake uuuuup!! yeaahhh wake up charlieeeeeeeeee wake uuupppp!!”