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" , Feb. 25, the most talented and successful young people in Siberia and the North Caucasus opened in Krasnoyarsk IQ 'Ball 2011 . Ball was dedicated 50 years since the first human space flight. "- Broadcasts newslab

for juiciness I should write: «It was wonderful blah blah blah, but we quickly tired of it and we left» , but alas this event next miscarriage cost money.

Could it be true this will continue for many years? I am from this category of people who, if doing something, then do it qualitatively, with the dedication or do not do at all. The contingent was going good, despite the fact that he saw those who did not want to see and those who were not expecting. And for what?

Places was little program does, lighting was not in principle. To take a glass of water needed to pull off the bottle without asking at the reception (which we did) or defend all of stopyattsot man at the bar.

only, so to speak, an event in which I pouchavstvoval, leaving his mark on history This lack of talent, so it left a tip, which has degenerated into a concise, all the known word.

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So will the weekend.)

I hope that we do not kill.)

Wonderful morning, as I slept, though, and rose in 8 am: on

No laundry!

No cleaning!

"Eat and lovemaking - the two most important in the current case in my live " - never thought that someday I'll write a%)

Although not. Important issues still about 20: D

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Flew to rest my best friend and skeptical snobny Sasha
ran in the morning and gave me a t-shirts from Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. And the magnets are more that I do not collect, since I have a reaction to the rejection of any kind collectibles
How I love my friends ^ ^
how I love to receive gifts> \u0026lt;

into conversation about his upcoming trip to Vietnam and adventures in art places in Moscow. Talked about the exhibition, Winery, race and other kosher bl * dstvo. Spoke as I wonder what already salivating flowed

In the end, to work late. Tell me why you hate everyone who watches serials « Boys", "Univer» and called for their mass burning. Whom I had not realized until the end: actor, producer or writer? Anybody watching these serials? I do not watch TV, so I was not very much, but in general I do not have: D
about the most interesting : Another Sasha told him about the draft MTV Hits. Googling on the network, did not understand what it is, but found videos that did for the channel artist and graphic designer Julien Wali

Upd: because that popolany shoved his nose a foreign LV from his own dissatisfaction, two-valued phrase was Podpravlena

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on fur clothing for dogs and WWF

Something very interesting is happening in Denmark. So yet, the Danish firm for the production of fur garments class haute couture for dogs Chien Bizarre introduced advertising prints collection Fall / Spring 2011. Photoshoot photographer Leytorpa Flemming (Flemming Leitorp) participated Danish model Loba Stephanie (Stephanie Loba).

Looks Of course, luxurious. But there is a big "but" not one thing. Once in a regular dialogue with the Skype- happyami , we discussed the relationship between people and animals, namely, our inhumanity and inhumane.

you personally think?

There are two points of view on this question, the principle of rational egoism and anthropocentrism.
Anthropocentrism believes the only human value, with all other living creatures can be totally ignored.
principle of reasonable selfishness comes from the fact that man is the supreme value, but not the only one. And one should not torture and inflict suffering on animals unnecessarily.

an illustration. A supporter of the principle of rational egoism would kill the animal before throw it into boiling water. Antropotsentrist will not zamorachivatsya and throw the animal into boiling water alive. He will not care that the animal will be able to agony.

I am personally of rational egoism. So, to get the precious fur from animals, humanity at the moment comes, on the contrary, according to the principle of anthropocentrism, ie sandpaper to remove the animals live and spend money by lulling believes it TPAT, and not humanity. Here is the awful footage http://animalsaviors.org
thought it would be nice to make a donation to the fund WWF. Someone did it?

Upd: Judging by the comments, the conversation obviously did not go in that vein, let's not talk about my gaps in knowledge on philosophy, voles and chauvinism, but rather on the case.)

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working morning started with watching "Greatest Hits", an hour had drowned in «Male Models» . I have a heart attack from what they were doing European designers. This is all to blame by Charles Worth in my present torments.

Gaga apparently also going crazy from the Haute couture, therefore, produces perfume called "Sperm and blood. " Poor. Creepy self-flagellation. What you can imagine for the sake of the fans. %)

Models adorable, hunting for it all look real. But what circus do we have to compare.

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In recent weeks / months, I have a renewed interest in poetry.

First observation: reading poetry is a calling, or at least demanding passion, not least that of a material point of view.

Whoever wants to discover contemporary poetry has to get up early! Even the relatively well-known titles are hard to find in bookstores. Apart from the new (and classic, of course), there is not much on the shelves. Finding any naive I know! But what do you expect, it came to me one morning and since I'm doing as I can. But it's so small and so pretty a collection of poetry. We could find two or three more rays to slip a little poetry, right?

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My discomfort with poetry contemporary Quebec:

I feel me into a party which I did not e tee invited.

Well, fine. I am the intruder service.

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My discomfort with the poems in general, which is the same as I feel before a painting or sculpture, basically:

I never know if I 've spent reading them all the time required.

The poem or work of art does not have as many pre-defined duration than do a novel or an essay in a certain way. Certainly, one can get lost in reading a novel or essay, but just that my eyes have time to catch everything and my mind is all relatively assimilated, Finally, as far as possible, so I'm happy with my first reading. When I read a poem, I'm anxious. Do I not too quickly from one page to another? And since I sometimes anguish easy, I found the exercise challenging.

There.

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Tonight, I read Many are our enemies Geneviève Desrosiers. Amelia and I managed to get hold of one of the few copies in bookstores. From the first time I saw As such, there are only a few weeks, I knew that I would like this book. How could it be otherwise? I already loved this book and I sensed the sadness that awaited me as the writer died several years ago, even before the publication of this collection, and I knew then that I would know so ever that some of the inflections of his voice. And then the fact is that I sometimes find it easier contact with the dead than the living ... I suddenly do not feel that sense of me into a party at which I was not invited. I feel, however, a strange intimacy.

Another obstacle I have with poetry is that I have difficulty talking about it. What does it take to get to talk about poetry? What I miss to feel able to talk about?

Failing to be able, I will simply say that the revolution is lived up to my expectations.

And I quote a poem Many will my enemies :

"They"

"They are never income.
Blood Plague and dreams.
They had already dropped out before returning again to see ...
There was nothing anyway.
They knew but pretended to ignore it.
Their impatience was the extent of their sentences.
They fed exclusively with hatred and melancholy.
Sometimes on the roadside at the entrance of a city, they declined to pick up a blade of grass and kiss hands. Hours
remained widespread, they would not open a single eye.
They relieved each beggar, every dog, every bird they encountered on their way, not forgetting any. "

Geneviève Desrosiers, many are our enemies, Montréal, L'Oie de Craven, 2006 [1999], p. 32.

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The other night I dreamed about the house has lived his entire life my friend Karen, the one that died, that I did not helped her when she asked me through an intermediary, that I have not remembered, lest we have nothing to say for fear of discomfort, too. I remembered the other day that in fact, childhood is complete, we did not say much, but it does not prevent us from passing evenings laughing together. Maybe these are the evenings spent laughing with her that helped me through difficult times. Maybe that's what she would need and I do not give him, because I can be stupid and selfish.

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that I cry ... The simplest expression

In his too brief collection There are too many images - too brief because his writing is equally as beautiful and electrifying sad, too short because we would also develop the reading more his mind - Bernard Emond, one of our too few artists and intellectuals, to quote these extraordinary Pasolini: "I weep for a dead world / but I who weep, I am not dead . It seems to me to hear these echoes in each text that makes up this collection.

Émond going to ask these tears as a condition for the possibility of the resurrection of the world, this text reflects the idea that any of the postmodern dissolution of real. I'd be pleased to quote a lengthy passage:

"Yet we are one of the world where reality is harder to see. Children starving, refugees crowded into camps and corpses victims of suicide bombings that we see the information have no reality. [...]

What is real is what we are talking to Everyone speaks , that's life people, rich and famous, sports, celebrities, business people, [...] what is real, what are the chances of the Canadiens win the Stanley Cup, the success of Cirque du Soleil "which we represent feel so well abroad. " [...]

So hungry children, refugees, the homeless, the mangled corpses do not exist. They must not exist if we are to believe that we are still human.

But it happens, however, that despite the injunctions of s spin doctor and ingenuity of advertising, despite the packaging of the society of spectacle, despite the anesthesia consumerism, despite the obligatory laugh, despite the drugs, tranquilizers and alcohol that we consume to keep distance, a little real success to float.

And it hurts. The eye of shipwrecked hurts. The arrogance of the powerful hurts. The unfathomable stupidity of the mass media hurts. Our responsibility, above all our responsibility, hurts. Our hands are dirty, we know that our pension funds are built on the plunder of the planet and the plight of the unemployed, and it hurts. We know that our indifference and inertia are the source of political stagnation which we pretend to complain and it hurts. But this pain is our chance and our hope, that in itself is still a bit of our humanity, it is from her that will build our refusal. "

Bernard Emond, There are too many pictures , Montreal, Lux, 2011, p. 105-106.

These are the words that accompanied me in my reading of the novel that I would efface myself Anaïs Barbeau-Lavalette, who is also director of the great movie The Ring , one of those movies like you've done just about more in Quebec. For the story, the film The Ring was shot just above our heads, to Amelia and me over our old apartment. When we had found a slip in our mail about filming, I could not help but make this thought: "Oh no, not the story of a poor boy Hochelaga! Obviously, we can only speak of a poor boy in Hochelaga! "I thought it would be One such film full of good intentions made by people who knew nothing about the neighborhood and enclosed it in the most hackneyed cliches ...

Watching the film during its theatrical release, I saw that I was wrong. The film had no defects that I feared. It was both tough and sensitive, but never complacent.

When I learned Anais Barbeau-Lavalette had published a novel, I could not help but fear less the same thing when I heard of his movie. In interviews, the filmmaker still underlines the combativeness of the individuals of which it speaks in his films. And she is right to do so. First, because it's true, because the survivors are struggling so much that all winners that our society values. And because the cliché that the poor are lazy, soft sides, steps-of-control, persists and grows. But also because I think increasingly the role of artists is just as lucid as to make us give us some light. When will we finally that cynicism is even more complacent than what the cynics called with the contempt which is their second skin otherworldliness?

I feared, however, that the novel by Anaïs Barbeau-Lavalette is heavy with the rhetoric of empowerment . Well, it's not. If the novel escapes this defect, I think that's largely thanks to more points of view narration. The novel adopts in turn the perspective of three young main characters, Roxanne, Melissa and Kevin, along with some others, and translated just as their cruelty, their despair, their intelligence and sensitivity, this sensitivity if shaken. It also feels at rare moments of quiet, loving presence of the writer, as in this passage sober and heartbreaking:

"Herd skinned men, crumbs of life, Warriors basement, they all let in the light of the moment. "

Anaïs Barbeau-Lavalette efface myself that I would , Montreal, Hurtubise, 2010, p. 140.

This passage does not, however, is exactly the language of this novel, rough and dry. The novel is written in the language of the protagonists, in popular idiom made with an accuracy rarely equaled. We feel that this writer has heard many languages and she has worked long and with respect to the return. Far from smooth and sentimental language that characterizes the stories of shattered childhoods, the novel is written in a language alive, who gives flesh to the characters.

however I could not talk about my return to play without pain that I was talking through the voice of Bernard Emond a little higher. Before opening the pages of this book, I knew too well what awaited me pain. My beloved had read this novel by my side the night before, while I finished reading Bernard Emond. I saw her upset by his reading, I saw his tears, heard his sobs. Amelia had read a few passages in tears. She did not cry these tears sweet you cry in front of a beautiful and moving passage. She wept tears of bitter and corrosive we cry when we see someone who is dear to us when we suffer or suffer himself.

So I already heavy heart by attending the reading of Amelia. We made the insomnia that night. We have stopped thinking for both reading Amelia. The next day, I am eager to read the novel because I could not wait. I knew a great time and great pain waiting for me. I had to dive.

And I dived and was worse than I feared. It hurt me physically ill, as rarely if ever have I had trouble reading. It was as if I was in shock the pain of all those people who live within a few meters from my house, I see and hear but do not know, as much because of a kind of fatalism as a kind of unwillingness on my part, a mixture of natural shyness, a feeling of never being in my place of fear and helplessness . Let there be no mistake. I am fully aware that everything around me people are suffering and do not eat their fill. I do feel however that sneak and never with this intensity. Here, it came suddenly.

However, I found the courage to move forward by rethinking the words of Bernard Emond: "This pain is our chance and our hope." Yes, I knew that this pain was my chance and I hope and I had to live through.

The truth is However, there is no end to this pain. I will soon think of something else, but I do not go out. Just as I open the pages of the book by Anaïs Barbeau-Lavalette for me to feel this pain again grabbing me round the waist. What else to add except that it is a true work of art.

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Bloggers my beloved blEga, gathering dust in the depths of the creative department ASOS , found a real treasure - book Sears , catalog Roebuck & Co .

This is something umopomprochitelnoe. Since 1908, each page is full of true history, well documenting that Americans bought in the Victorian era.

Thanks to a certain majeure, James Davy, bloggers managed to buy these things creative garbage in random bookstore. Here liked page for visual pleasure. Can not imagine, that may be on 1,082 pages ?!

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