Good times at Mom's family to celebrate the birthdays of John and Jim. Noon for a heated debate on classical subjects who object, including whether or not a security policy. The camps are: Jim and cons BB mom and I shared an observer Jean; the afternoon, watching the Barber and parts failure (initiation of John), one evening, we joined with Aurelia, s completion in a
beef special musical de Palmas. Jim on guitar, John on percussion, mom to the camera, Aurelia handling cd, BB to sleep, me on vocals and tambourine: The last year of the Chasm , through On the road, like a shadow and Without recourse, the melodic twirls has filled. In Aurora
yesterday on the phone: she gave birth on November 19 a small Aris we discover in Paris on Monday. Mom became my first love! This is still a curious effect ...
Monday, December 2, 22h
The TGV night, my BB huddled in the corner of his seat, I let go immerse waves good times of the three days. A serenity that is probably detrimental to literary creativity, but I must persist in the momentum diarist. Emotion, still, late afternoon at
Dawn, the small A., born November 19, hanging from his mouth in ... We were invited to sit in his small Parisian she must leave soon for F3 in HLM Porte des Lilas. His companion made spectacular progress in French, and the new mom radiates happiness to care for her newborn. We conclude very briefly our own intentions in this area : I learned that my BB expects an initial attempt next summer. Why not ... finally. Over time, the certainty of a relationship anchoring itself, I consider such an upheaval in human commitment.
The weekend promises to be festive (unfortunately without my BB). The festival of lights illuminate the presence of a band of lovely ladies: Louise's sister, Mary, Laura and perhaps the glow Violaine, plus additional Elo my dear friends, Shain and Jerome. What make an evening of Guignol pallbearers. Heim
again while maintaining his requests by mail: send Friday in a diskette with the attenuated version of Hash corrected in its layout and accompanied by an index.
Tuesday, December 3, 11:50 p.m. Afternoon
a bit tense in the teaching of the cmc to applicants bac pro 2002-2004. A listener is indefinite sex makes some ironic reflections: I rush into the breach to immediately drill the purulent allusions. I am sorry to censor my response which may extend to verbal gerrymandering of phony who thinks evil. My misanthropic fiber is then up quickly and hatred I could overwhelm me to the irreparable damage if I do not rely upon reason. These niches human mediocrities make me feel sick ... but the foremost educational duty. Too alarmist
no doubt, but I have not heard of Heim since I sent the items to the publication of Hash . I hope this spells the technical preparation of the draft.
Thursday, December 5, 0h
... One year with my BB will have optimized anchor Lyon and revived the belief in duality without sacrificing my affections. I take it tonight in a good fish restaurant, before the weekend is laborious night side.
The final was good to get myself shipped today. The book would appear before the end of this year.
Friday, December 6, 10:25 p.m.
The visitors of the festival of lights are slow to appear to share a few appetizers followed by fish ... the bell!
Saturday, December 7, 9:45
Laura, specialist restoration of ancient mosaics, Mary, Maid around their twenties who works at the museum, and Louise, the sister of my BB, have finally come down my lair. Elise, Arles also accompanied them, but had to leave quickly to find his companion with an uncle Vincent situated in Saint-Didier au Mont d'Or. Fish en Papillote
BB regaled us and the weekend promises to be joyous. Evocation of the flaws of the public system that maintains a lifetime few recognized worthlessness professional incompetence, despairing people who are passionate about their business. The curator-director of the museum supra, and his clique of technical staff fatty cortex, inflict what I care less institutionalized in everyday life. It is not only hot in the suburbs that impunity zero should be applied ...
Received a call yesterday from Sally who wondered if we'd have time to have lunch with her in Paris during our visit. I argued schedule, porters of various commitments, to decline the offer. The reality is complementary to an incompatibility of temperament with BB. Sally, in contradiction with the harmony sound, makes me n'entrevoir as isolated events without BB, and thus necessarily more rare.
I, however, invited Karl to come and share with the annual transition band Lyon. That's the only family of the former peer with whom I have no discomfort relational. Its great quality: he never sought to impose, by the psychological pressure and the implied treacherous, his conception of what should be the environment and the emotional life of those who claims to love.
A text message ... I agree with the female trio two floors below.
Monday, December 9, 0:02
For a while, I become philanthropist: lovely hosts, friends and my loving BB accomplices who joined me at dawn in my sleep. A weekend of Enlightenment in phase with a very real fulfillment not complacent. This dimension of existence, however modest it may be, gives me more beneficial relationships than those grown in more comfortable places.
Note the extreme and so rewarding complicity Elo, Jerome and the delicate Shaina at the joyous evening of September, where the dozen people present marked my Lyon's den Seal of the bubbly friendliness. An end a little tiring though: the illuminated night walk in Lugdunum was too much for Elo. His recent lumbar puncture was delayed after-effects: early in the Haberdasher Street, as we (with Shaina and Jerome) had to join the St. Louis to play the exciting Bonny Elo experiencing discomfort and extreme pain 's say in the back. Unable to go further, no taxis available, it will need all the kindness of Eddy, returning from a food to Bronx for emergency repatriation in front of me. Here, recovery of their vehicle to Saint-Cyr. Eddy and I think the St. Louis line of sight, always full to overflowing. So various emotions.
[Email to Heim]
Saturday, December 14 at 11:43
Subject: Very Satisfied
Dear Heim
I love the choice of coverage. The only thing we can put pamphleteer Journal 1991-1999. Karl
I sent a file via the Internet with changes in presentation for the text, which we brought down to 456 pages, including index ... I wonder if it is not too packed for you.
I kiss you hard. Sunday, December 15
Again a demonstration of intellectual terrorism in Ardisson incongruous duet with Joey Star-Romain Goupil poorly attempting to pass the thesis Combaz polemicist for what it is not: the voice of Catholic fundamentalism and extreme right . The unalterable Kerçauson has felt the analytical soundness of the author of Children lawless . The bad faith of Goupil who knows detect subliminal messages scary, vile and stinking by reading "hollow" and belching Joey Star ridiculous nonsense maintain the system of Pote with his nickname and his real bigotry tolerance that infringes upon ideological assumptions ambient.
Received on Thursday, finally! the editable version of Hash with a true and beautiful color cover: choice of Christ carrying his cross, Victor Bosh surrounded by hideous creatures and menacing ... beautiful metaphor for this quasi-paid decade in publishing.
With the break of my interventions Forpro until 6 January, I have to focus on the thesis, and begin developing a detailed plan ...
[Email to Thierry Ardisson]
Sunday, December 15
Subject: Response Dear
Thierry Ardisson,
First thank you for the variety of guests who succeed and compete. Response to the demonization of Combaz: the description of phenomena that we see every day has resulted, particularly from the explosive duo Star-Goupil, has too often trotted out simplifications. Reading in the hollow of Goupil worth all the bad livers of the world: the interpretation staggering about makes you want to make clear the ears of offspring of 68 ... about the belching of Joey, they entertain their paltry. Kerçauson once again was masterful ... pity he did not stay to the end to support even more determined to Combaz. Thank you to you ...
Wednesday, December 18, 0:40
In Edith Silve phone yesterday. Member of the Association of Cahiers Leautaud Paul, I wanted some clarification on the item number and the last means of getting old. After a few minutes, I informed him of my thesis project. She is very interested and when I find myself reminded of the purpose of my paper published. She confesses find pity I did not continue in this footbridge between Heim and Leautaud and wondered if I'm really going to find a new angle for my research Literary Journal.
She tells me that no publication is censored passages still possible, and it alone is authorized to do so. It should, in this sense, be on guard because of defamation suits threatening the release of these passages censored. She gives some examples of these attacks as unfounded the accusation of Leautaud family Mauriac selling their resin to the Germans, without recalling that she was compelled by the occupant.
Other literary explosive component in these unpublishable , the mermaid's obsessive misogyny, taking in a body expression too crude. Leautaud big disgusting, really.
Finally, and very nicely, Edith Silve my intention to announce my research work, to open the pages of Cahiers order to publish an excerpt of this thesis and even to inform the release of Hash, or even to provide a passage in which Leautaud appear.
My BB is still on the go for tonight. In
Elo has some trouble management sentimental relationship with Jerome. Hopefully this is temporary. For the 31 or Estelle or Karl or Patrick can join our party. At five, fair does fade not provided.
Thursday, December 19, 0:15
Haro on motorists!
A significant media obstinacy, for once: after the wave safe, the stigma of crime or potential ordinary motorists accomplished. Raffarin and his Minister of Transport announced Robien some punitive measures, first shot latte with legal drifts criminogenic drivers. Essentially pedestrian, and everyday, I watch the frenzy aggressively pressed the road to crush you nibble a few meters more quickly. What pathetic hypocrisy that these behaviors at odds with what one might expect from an advanced civilization known.
I agree without hesitation the position of Nicolas Hulot, who is much more wisdom and maturity in human semi-nomadic peoples of Siberia, in symbiosis with this infinite intelligent white, glossy, hostile, but essential to the philosophy of respect for nature of these tribes. What a pathetic circus that our urban caps under the true existential rhythm. And all this agitation to accumulate assets without basic utility. Be willing to risk the lives of others to fill their desires accessories: all frightening pathos of our form of civilization.
Saturday, December 21, 0:15
Yesterday afternoon, lying on my bed, enjoying a digestive drowsiness, I write what might constitute the three pillars of my thesis and some related topics. The conductive frame place the kind of Journal as the most appropriate, literally, to approach the complexity of the subjectivity around via the diarist, who is revealed, and contradictions between stances, at its most human value, and finds in this type of writing the best sounding in his literary creativity. The slight drowsiness can sometimes useful products. Yesterday
evening arrival of Louise for her stage night: she leaves this morning at four o'clock for Le Cellier.
auspiciously, but without my BB, which makes his last night before winter break. This afternoon, I should find Elo, Shaina and perhaps Jerome for the last Christmas shopping and this evening I will be sharing the exceptional Restau-butcher's meat with Eddy and Bonny before my favorite singer from happening in the Holy Louis; Sunday evening, perhaps a friendly visit and Sabrina Rose met a few weeks ago at the Red Lion.
Sunday, December 22, 4am.
Back from St. Louis where Bonny gave the face a beautiful voice Yann more slender ropes. Yet Miss had to leave for the body tired from the previous day which necessitated the cancellation of Restau-slaughter. We will make up to four thirty in the evening in a Japanese light cuisine.
Always fun to observe the behavior of some damsels who engage in dancing provocatively with accomplices track to rub the flesh. Amazing to see how smooth the ripple can ennoble shapes and shape a little slack. Transfiguration through rhythm and dance reveals perhaps vapid personalities in everyday life.
Monday, December 23, 0h and some dust
One Sunday in seclusion before the voluntary maneuvers relationship of ten days. Only my BB came pleasantly disrupt the entrenchment thirty minutes before his departure for the last night of work.
TF1 has lost one of its top reporters at the seemingly friendly giant, Patrick Bourrat. Shaken by a tank seventy tons in training U.S. military in Kuwait, he did not survive the terrible injuries. Curiously, on Saturday, just after the accident, I thought I heard on France Info radio that his days were not in danger. Would there were complications and a worsening of his condition suddenly? Remains a widow and a daughter on the eve of Christmas ... The media has the power to make us almost familiar, until some form of unilateral cordial link to these hunters information. Tributes have all-out in any case soon. Thursday, December 26 Christmas
A warm and friendly in B. Emotional attention of parents who have associated with the portrait gallery of the dining room, in their children. I fit Stepless this tender atmosphere characterized by simplicity, but also very good conversations held cultural (historical knowledge of Brother Francis, for example).
A greedy unfaithful to Leautaud for this season: BB offered me the last Revel The anti-American obsession . I become very fond of this pen an argumentative unparalleled fluidity, the Reference intelligent, with sense of evidence that counters moult of our ideas. As soon as the replay of the first thirteen volumes of the Literary Journal (I start the third) finished, I immerse myself in the pavement of the collection Bouquin which includes many tests of this invigorating academic polemicists. Want to do too much ... plunge Saturday, December 28
In a style all cons, the conversation Thursday night with the family B gave me a great workout.
The subject: the United States and their culpability in international politics. Revel in great inspirer, So. I set myself in the role of pro-American critic, denounced the complacency against Islamists. I found a bit more personality to my family B, hoping not to be too shocked. The contrast of sweet
report everyday with my BB and bristling confrontation in political ideas, was worried about the pillow ... Could this lead to a break from me? I give enough importance to my positions to make it beyond the scope of the confrontation point. I take it almost as a game, and basically I do not care. To stay in
News sparking debate, the Raelian sect announced the first human cloning, we will not have to wait very long for the production became industrialized, and the clones are claiming a right to life like any human being, protesting against those who want the practice banned. Few decades at most. Unless by then UN bodies have effective powers strengthened, with real means to eradicate these abuses in the bud scientists.
Perhaps the centenary of the publication of Brave New World Huxley coincide with the control reproductive cloning illegal. A very terrible way to give the reason of the British visionary novel.
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