Le loup est un mammifère comme les autres

"Well, I mean, I’m writing about the Caribbean. The reason we’re all in the Caribbean is because..."

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:44:11 +0100

“Well, I mean, I’m writing about the Caribbean. The reason we’re all in the Caribbean is because bodies were enslaved and bodies were made into machines and bodies were made into incubators and bodies were turned into permanent—at least for people who were living in the moment’bodies were turned into permanent destiny. Our bodies were used to enslave us and were reason to slay us. And I think that the way that the body has worked in the Caribbean is very important historically. I mean, for God’s sake, it was a matter of life and death, beyond just what it normally is every day. If you woke up and you suddenly had black skin, that meant that that was your fate for the rest of your life and it would be to your death, in some ways still. But you know I was also interested in the object, the deep historical thing, that we’re talking about a place where in the local culture, in certain sectors of the local culture, people are embodied in really weird ways. You know, it’s like, every time you hear anyone talk about the Caribbean, whether it’s Caribbeans themselves or people outside, there’s always talk about women’s bodies. Talk about this voluptuousness, this kind of stereotype of what a Caribbean person is. And I think these are stereotypes that even people inside the culture, we actually sometimes claim them and we’re very proud. And look, nothing reminds us—beyond just any Caribbean nonsense and any sort of old ancient history nonsense—the body is what reminds us on a daily basis that we’re human. The body defies us, it betrays us, we have to struggle with it, you know. And it reveals in curious and in abiding ways how we are not perfect. I think that if you’re writing about the human condition, my God, you’ve got to start at base: point zero, point one, is the body.”

- Junot Diaz (as interviewed by Guernica, via outlawpoet ; The brief and wondrous life of Oscar Wao kicks ass in the page-turner category.)

fouduroi: beyond-the-sea: Nala Awwww c’est ma chériiiiiie...

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:40:30 +0100

fouduroi:

beyond-the-sea:

Nala

Awwww c’est ma chériiiiiie <3
Elle est trop belle hein ?

… Elle a de belles moustaches :p

Wax Tailor - Que sera (vid taken from Fritz Lang’s...

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:48:10 +0100

Wax Tailor - Que sera (vid taken from Fritz Lang’s Metropolis)

gamblers all

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:41:44 +0100

(hitrecordjoe§bethanyjohnson§annietron)

(Chuck Bukowski)

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside
remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and
you walk to the bathroom , do your toilet, see that face
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway,
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself,
like millions of others you enter the arena once more.

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now,
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful
and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and
out through your shoes.

it’s been a tough fight worth fighting
as we all drive along
betting on another day.

Claude Lévi-Strauss (28 novembre 1908 - 30 octobre 2009)

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:49:03 +0100

Claude Lévi-Strauss (28 novembre 1908 - 30 octobre 2009)

"Beyond his window he could see the leaves of the trees turning as the October weeks went by, and..."

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:15:07 +0100

“Beyond his window he could see the leaves of the trees turning as the October weeks went by, and when the surgeon came around he said to him, “When am I going to get out of there ? I’m missing the fall of 1967.” The surgeon listened soberly, and then, with a smile, he said, “don’t you get it ? You almost missed everything.””

- Philip Roth - Everyman

Fat Jon - Automated life machines

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:09:26 +0100

Fat Jon - Automated life machines

RT @digitalyn @chrismferguson: Yeah, no shit: Illegal downloaders ‘spend the most on...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:06:11 +0100

RT @digitalyn @chrismferguson: Yeah, no shit: Illegal downloaders ‘spend the most on music’, says poll. http://twurl.nl/qdwmsg

“Si tu n’enlève pas ton cadre du bout de mon...

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:35:16 +0100

“Si tu n’enlève pas ton cadre du bout de mon appendice caudal, je te l’enfonce par la narine jusqu’à l’omoplate.” Les chats, faut pas les emmerder. (via evoke)

"… human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses,..."

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:55:43 +0100

“… human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capable only of fractured perceptions. Partial beings, in all the senses of that phrase. Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps, dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles, chance remarks, old films, small victories, people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because of our sense of what is the case is constructed from such inadequate materials that we defend it so fiercely, even to the death.”

- from Imaginary Homelands by Sir Salman Rushdie (digitalyn§petersantiago§crashinglybeautiful§arsvitaest§lastchatwithphontaine)

Wave Machines - The greatest escape we ever made

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:52:16 +0100

Wave Machines - The greatest escape we ever made

François Morellet -Lunatique compact n°3 (1996)

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:24:05 +0100

François Morellet -Lunatique compact n°3 (1996)

KOTOR 2 missing content restored

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:20:55 +0100

KOTOR 2 missing content restored:

Quand des fans d’un jeu vidéo sorti prématurément pour cause de deadline stupide mettent les mains dans le cambouis, ça donne ça. Le premier qui crie “Mort aux spécialistes” gagne un bonbon et le droit de se suicider, même s’il a raison.

On Fear and Shame

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 11:30:36 +0100

racheladler:

When I think about my life, certain facts astound me.

It goes like this:

- I wanted to learn. But at eleven years old, when my father decided to teach me how to ride a bike, I was too embarrassed to be seen by my friends who all already knew how. So I said thanks but no thanks, wormed my way back into my room, and tucked my head into a book. I didn’t learn how to ride until I was twenty-one.

- In my late teens and early twenties, I was in a relationship that I never really wanted to be in. I said yes at eighteen because I wanted someone to buy cute anniversary gifts for, someone who would wander the back woods with me late at night. And I liked him as a person. But we didn’t really ever connect. And still, I stayed with him for years. I felt trapped, I felt discontented, but I was too afraid of the consequences. Of what people would think. Of what his face would look like when I said the words. Even, really, of the words themselves.

- I first visited Colorado when I was twenty-two, fell in love hard, and knew I had to live here some day. Still, it took me until I turned thirty to leave the East Coast. To move where I knew nobody? To a place where the streets weren’t also a historical map of my life? To a world so far from my friends and family? Terrifying.

- All throughout high school, I went to parties but rarely danced. Even when they were dance parties. Even when a really cute boy asked. Ninety percent of the time, I refused. The reason? I felt everybody staring at my body, noticing how awkwardly I moved, judging me.

- As a kid, I couldn’t even ask the man behind the counter for change. Any steop outside my daily routine - the people Iknew, the things that I’d learned were Acceptable - scared the shit out of me. Around anyone who I believed to be “cooler” than me, my body would tense up and my vocal cords would seemingly disappear. And of course, there were boys. I knew they would never like me back, that they’d make fun of me if they knew I liked them. It was better not to exist to them than to face that hurt - to seem mean and above love than to risk opening my mouth to speak.

What it all means? Sure, I eventually learned how to ride a bike. I finally broke up with that boy. I live in Colorado now. And these days, I dance everywhere - not only at parties. And I’m definitely not afraid of people anymore. (In fact, someone recently called me an extrovert and I was floored. But I guess I’ve made that transformation.)

And still, none of this excuses the lives I didn’t live. I was twelve and stuck at home while my friends rode in circles around and through the town. I was nineteen on New Year’s ‘99, eating pizza in a living room and holding hands woith the wrong boy when I could’ve been out laughing with my friends, meeting new people. At twenty-three, I sat in a gray Manhattan office staring at the brick wall across the street, while my dreams were dancing through the Rockies. I spent hours of my adolescence scared and pasted against a wall as the music pounded all around me. For years, I let my insecurities rule out so many new friends, so many adventures.

This isn’t about regret. Regret is futile. I can’t change any of this. I can only take something from it all and move forward. And I take this:

The things of which I am most afraid are often the same things I most desire and the things that will make my life come alive. When my heart starts to pound inside of me, when I imagine my own anxieties as everyone else’s judgments, when I feel my voice beginning to fade away, I know I’m on to something good. It’s still difficult, but I’m learning to ignore that persistent clawing inside of me and just go for it.

It would’ve felt kind of creepy to reblog this without saying anything about it, but I have nothing to add … so.

P2P-like Tahoe filesystem offers secure storage in the cloud

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 10:56:29 +0100

P2P-like Tahoe filesystem offers secure storage in the cloud:

“Tahoe is a secure cloud filesystem that is licensed under the GPL. Its distributed storage model, which resembles peer-to-peer networking, makes it possible to build a shared storage pool using excess drive capacity from multiple computers across the Internet.”

Cloud computing sounds interesting.

… Someone finally got to Shell Beach ? (evoke)

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 17:06:48 +0100

… Someone finally got to Shell Beach ?

(evoke)

fouduroi: stepliana: I have never seen this poster...

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:59:32 +0100

fouduroi:

stepliana:

I have never seen this poster before.

Neither have I. I have seen this movie, though, and you people haven’t. Go see it. Now.

Yes. Right now.

(evoke§beatonna)

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:55:35 +0100

(evoke§beatonna)

"It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it."

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 16:50:24 +0100

“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.”

- Oscar Wilde

(kari-shma§quote-book§brasilpop§hitrecordjoe)

(via evoke)

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 20:16:16 +0100

(via evoke)