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MOURNING OVER  BENOIST MANDELBROT'S DEATH MAY HE REPOSE IN PEACE AMONG ENDLESSLY REPEATING DELIGHTS.  MERCI  Paris, October 2010 

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I do not know any of the opus number of classical scores: I can of course tell you that a Bach is a Bach, and that a Beethoven is what it is, and so on. But do not tell me a number, hoping to hear me singing; and do not interrupt my song, asking what it is! Still, there are some mysterious moments in which I hear a music, and I have always had it inside me. I find it again as I would find a

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This film may have well have been produced by a Frenchman, and smuggled as Belgian, just for a French to make another joke on the rudeness of their neughbours.You see it and you think: well, French are not so wrong about Belgians after all, thos film is just gross! "Vampires" means nothing. The idea is pretty cool and promising: a Belgian TV makes a documentary on the Belgian Vampire community.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SBXU2ES5Rs&NR=1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lTS9lc9ZU0&NR=1

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SBXU2ES5Rs&NR=1

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Ne tremblez pas, mais je dois le dire: Audrey Tautou est anorexique ou presque. C'est ce qu'on découvre avec étonement lorsqu'elle rentre sur scène avec un pauvre jupon sans manches: on admire d'abord la ligne filante, l'irresistible courbe de ses hanches, mais quand on passe aux bras la magie est brisée. Et alors on comprend sa vitalité et ses mains trop grandes: elles sont les dons d'une folle.

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The main difference between philosophy and sociology is that sociology has as its highest objective the description or explanation of the organization of the human crowd, whereas philosophy may (or not) produce an image of human assembly as one consequence, among many others, of the explication of a unique first principle which informs the whole reality. Therefore sociology may be more "

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so. Because we are fed up of mourning over nothing. Because people die, grandfathers die, and the real mystery is to see a strong personality, which represented a wall in the whole mansion of your life, pass away, suddenly disappear, come back to nothing. People grow and root themselves in this world, and then suddenly leave. We are not eternal, and this conscience and awareness which accompany

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If you want to kill awareness if you want to stop your nightmares Just drink and sleep, or try not to fall asleep Once you have fallen you're in the dark tunnel where you can't move, where you can't say "you, dark obsessions, I'll now sweep you away" The fixed thought you couldn't move at daylight, is there now, under his grave survived, was nourished and grew up fed of your effort to throw

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I have been to Paradise tonight. I have rejoiced like a Walhalla generating Gods. Really. I have listened to Aldo Ciccolini at the Salle Pleyel, Saint-Saens Concerto number Four for Piano and Orchestra. Listening to that has been like flying - like a dream of a deep deep sllep, bur colored, peaceful and clear. This man has conceived and performed with such a masculine attitude and a formidable

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That night, I wanted have myself a real good time... so I bought for 5.5 Eur a ticket for the concert in the Auditorium of the Louvre Museum, in the framework of the so-called Vendredi du Louvre. The Hungarian Quatuor Takash was playing, in a minimalistic, wrapped auditorium.   The deconcerting point of this concert was that this people, when they play, they really bacome a sole animal with four

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C'est le premier film par Jean Pierre Jeunet qui parle de mort, c'est un film mort, substentiellement, où la poésie est réduite en frivolité, les philtres colorés de la machine à prise ne produisent que de monochromes et des hyper-foncés, où il n'y a plus de paix, mais seulement hysterisme. La seule chose qui nous rappèle le bon Jeunet balancé de Delicatessen et Amélie sont les reprises de la

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Two films by Jean-Pierre Jeunet, the creator of the well-known Amelie Poulenc, has existed even before the film popped out, and namely produced two main works, of which I will talk tonight: La Cité des enfants perdus (The city of lost children), 1995, and Delicatessen, 1991. Albeit la Cité is more recent than Delicatessen, Delicatessen is so very much better, since it reaches an equilibrium

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Dear all, since layout is hardly achievable from these column, this blog may possibly emigrate to another provider, like, after all, his owner - which has migrated to food providers across Europe since 2007. This unless some conservative thoughts knock to my head, some heart-affairs with Google does break into, or any of my readers suggests me how to achieve an acceoptable layout (i.e. ...having

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I am again about the idea of death. this is just phantasizing for the moment, but the dark thought that there is no real place for me in this realm is coming to knock to my brain again. And I am finding it somehow seductive. And it was in an attempt to divert my attention from this circle that I invited myself to the Comedie Française tonight, havung a nice ticket for 5.50 Eur. A real deal.

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The last thing I did today was to get some dirt in order to cover up a geranium branch that I found fallen from a windiw in avenue de Choisy yesyerday. A burial, indeed, but one which gives life and new dignity to this fallen geranium. I will call him Jon or Edmond, or Egmont. I am happy we are two in this room, now. He is happy and red, and promising. Before that I was at the Panthéon, and

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Paris - full of irony and sensuality. One good reason for which I accepted to move here is that I found an ironic eye on my would-be colleagues, and people I encounter. A sort of badly conceived gaiety, which puts what you are actually doing in a broader context of light life. I do live next to the Liberty Statue - the original. It seems small and nobody cares, everyone is looking to the other

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By Clara Schulze Italian TV news failed to adequately report on the latest scandal surrounding Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi – namely, the alleged attempt by a real estate manager to bribe the premier using women instead of money. The newspaper “La Repubblica”, which has instead extensively covered the story, also pointed out that 4 Italians out of 5 do not read newspapers, but rely

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I took some white bread and went say my goodbyes to all the grey ducks of the lake Serpentine But someone had fed them, so they'd went away thus turning that party into'a lonely stay The heat was just fading, the day almost gone the day was reflexing the mirroring sun In such pond of light was my mind then all stuck beginning to think to my old yellow duck That love which was crossing the

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Drunkenness. Withdrawal of awareness. Lowering barriers. Yesterday night, a Friday night of course, in a warm Northern city full of ghosts, I wandered on buses and buses together with a drunk man. We were heading home. His colleague had tried to put hands on my hips, unsuccessfully - I had seen flows of coppery spirit flow in their throats - they smelled of strawberry as there was red

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So today began with a weird story: a guy advising me to seek occasional sex, at 8am. It let me deeply shocked - because it seems that, if you push something inside the bottom of a woman, then what is on the top of his head will come out - i.e. she will forget of her obsessive love. It's not like that, I suppose. But instead of laughing I let myself being caught in the trap of obsession and

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"Dieu, conduis-moi a celui qui je ferai heureux, qui me ferait heureuse." May peace descend as a balm on me, on him, cure our wounds, balm our souls. Bring him happiness and strength, and the pleasure to understand others. Bring me strength, peace and resilience. May I be your living sanctuary, God, be able to pardon and make justice. May my body and my soul be an hymn to beauty and

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Eastern people have managed to reduce the problem of scarcity not by creating abundance (sell-side approach), but by reducing the need of materiality (buy-side approach), i.e. minimizing the inanimated projections and tools for their material existence. This is wonderful to an European, as it sounds like the baricentrum of an individual's life has been shofted towards the non-appearing, spiritual

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I have a virtual friend called as follows: ...just, with another spelling. He used to be the best friend of my boyfriend - then we split up, but they did not. Why am I telling you about that? Well, first because he is a poet. Argh! A Poet! How can you dare to say that? I suppose that, if you insist in calling yourself a poet, you actually have much better chance to become one (i.e. to be

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Here's my friend Aurora Dalma statment "...What can I write? I love going to salsa classes, you forget about everything else in your life, all the little troubles, the stress from work, all you see is the teacher and the steps, all you hear is the music, all you feel is joy...every time I step out from my salsa class, I feel like I can take on the world, I smile for no reason on the street

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love As an abstract concept, love usually refers to a deep, ineffable feeling of tenderly caring for another person. I left today a person that I cherished, for which I felt something, and which I felt, felt something for me. But. This person is not free. I read about two lovers who are re-joining again in America after one year of separation. But. I have nothing

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Hi everybody, here is a list of tools I use for combating depression from unemployment. A swimming pool season ticket, the most useful thing you can bring with you when you wake up "What colour is your parachute?" a book by Mr Bolle on how to find your dram job, if any. "Mental Training", a book my prof. Tupperware, the inventor of plastic cans, on how to suppress

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Here a picture of the first days being unemployed. The issue is whether this time has to be spent in the effort to grab a new temporary job, whatever it may be, or needs to be taken as an opportunity to rethink my mission in life. My answer is: the second you said. These past days have actually begun very well, and full of human touches. I went out with a friend for a beer and, having

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Wow! Ma quello è amico di Adriano Sofri! "Oooh, but...this guy is friend with Adriano Sofri "- a smart friend of mine told me, full of admiration. This conversation happened because we saw that the former Italian politician had commented on that guy's status on facebook. The two of us were suspicious. Shall he be a jurk, using the name of the famous Italian former politician? Therefore,

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Nojob. Unemployed. Hi, here I am. And I am not the only one But, unlike them, I am alone. So I resoluted to take this as a chance to think over my adventurous life, with the aim to try to make it even more adventurous, and to seed the seeds of success. I have thanked my emplyers for what they could give me, I have bought myself a cheap but nice printer, named Clara, super-efficient and

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I have watched today Gaetano Donizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor at the Opera house La Monnaie in Brussels. I cried like a child, also because I had a person in mind, I hold an unhappy love for someone, therefore I am very sensitive to this kind of topics. Even if the difference is that Lucia's love is corresponded but oppsed by her brother, whereas my love is not corresponded. Whatever. Lucia is

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This is the next thing I am gonna tackle as soon as I can. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQUkkTcrgvs I heard Radu Lupu perform it in a lunar, liquid way, such as the bird was in fact a jelly fish. They say that Aldo Ciccolini is extremely good at playing that, making it look like a "colibri", a hysteric, brainless bird, as a prophet bird like the phoenix is supposed to be. I would like to let it

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OK, so, a friend of mine suggested the following strategy to meet potential partners. I like it because it takes a scientific approach. It nothing more, nothing less than an algorythm. Go in a right pub, at a right hour, where the definition of right pub is a pub where you have lots of people of your target age at the right hour is the hour where there is a peak of crowd - not too early, not too

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Manga.Mi manga: un po' di festa, un po' di intimità. Tuttavia, quando stava per essermi data la possibilità to satisfy my needs, here it comes - the manga called DeathNote. A friend made reference to it over a chat: I have had sporadic episodes of you-tube addiction in the past, in a period in which I felt lonely and out of place and I used to watch and watch little sketches and comedies at

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I have read Les enfants terribles by Jean Cocteau, in French, and just finished it. It is a terrible, horrible, symbolistic, heavily poetic book. It makes the reader full of disgust and macabre understanding at the end. It has an explicit trait of The great Gatsby (a death on a sport-car) and of Madame Bovary (poison at the end! To exit a difficult narrative situation). It evocates very poetic

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[This is a so-called "thinkpiece" requested by a recruiter - I wrote it in 12 min. more or less] "Is the nation’s interest in celebrity an enjoyable distraction from everyday life or an unhealthy obsession?" Celebrities are to be admired, followed and cherished by the so-called “ordinary people”. This is what the word “celebrity” means: “well-known”. Therefore, we might accept as

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Global widespread panic The God had heard your say The storm came on the way The dance of clouds was manic The forest became darker Worms came out to the rain And well before the pain You heard the crack of thunder «Farewell! Farewell!» You’d told her «I shan’t see you any more» She fainted on the floor, No reason to live further «Farewell!» She was your love «Farewell!» She had been yours

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When you are about having sex, you shall protect your body and you MUST protect your spirit. In my view, the physical act in itself may not particularly incisive, as it contains something phisiological which reduces it to a tender, endearing, sef-caring activity. I once experienced that, and the act passed through my mind innocently and rapidly. I heard someone saying that a man in its twenties

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http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dfxjscqp_48ckcf4hgh

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I have seen today a so-called academic environment where sharpness intelligence and personality do not receive any kind of incentives in terms of academic reward (read MARK). With the terms above, I mean participation to the problem, interest, finding oneself inside the issue, putting some brain in speaking about it and some good human heart.It is useless to enter the merit of the intercourse i

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Imagine you are gifted with three tickets for a good-quality classical music concert taking place the next day. You take one for yourself, you have no family, no boyfriend, none you shall assume would be surely pleased to go. You start looking for people not to throw away the tickets. Hours passes.Then you try modern methods and use mailing lists. Miracle. Twenty people manifest their onterest

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