White rabbit in the snow

he is watching the wall, a plain white wall, he seems concentrated… he seems somewhere else. he is standing there contemplating this plain white wall. it reminds him of her, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning in her red dress, not the vulgar type, it was sexy and elegant. he remembers her naked back, he remembers her lips, he remembers… he isn’t the average guy, he is impressive, he’s a giant, physically a beast, he is not used to hear ‘no’, he is used to be feared… he, the beast, was nervous, he hesitated a long time before approaching her. he, the beast, walked towards her, in a clumsy way. he was staring, staring, looking at nothing else than her, despite all the paintings. she was the manager of the art gallery, and he, the beast, was only interested in her, piece of art. she asked: ‘are you looking for something in particular?’ she showed him around and stopped in front of one painting. he was struck by its evidence. ‘white rabbit in the snow’ she said, ‘what do you see?’ ‘WHAT do i see… i feel sadness, so much sadness, so much loneliness.’ He remembered how sad and lonely he was, he remembered his anger, his trauma, his childhood, this childhood that made him the man he is. ‘i’ll take it’. he came back several times, she liked him while he was madly in love. she smiled. for the first time, he felt lively, living again. one day, he asked, HIM shy and such a big man, such a successful business man, so tough, so brutal with others, he was scared, afraid: ‘would you like to have dinner with me?’ ‘with pleasure’, she responded. he, the beast, encountered the beauty. he, for the first time of his life, cared about someone, he cared for the only one who mattered, he cared for her…

White rabbit in the snow
White rabbit in the snow

Le flou comme stratégie politique

Vous avez dit flou ? mon programme ? quel programme ?
Je ne pointe du doigt personne… malheureusement… la politique aujourd’hui a le goût du mirage…
Flou, si flou, qu’Alain Affleflou en perd ses lunettes.
Comme je le lisais dans un hebdomadaire de gaucho ‘frustrations’ (l’antithèse de ‘l’opinion’ si vous voulez, mais je lis TOUT) le recours aux figures de l’Histoire avec un ‘H’ est un bon moyen de nous flouer. Sarkozy citant Jaurès… tout va bien…
Quelle importance me direz-vous ? Le citoyen ne vote pas pour un programme, puisqu’il ne le lit pas… et d’ailleurs nos hommes politiques ne se sentent pas dans l’obligation de respecter le programme quand ils ont en un…
« les promesses électorales n’engagent que ceux qui y croient »
Je me souviens encore des cours d’Alain Blondy qui nous expliquait avec sa voix d’outre-tombe que la communication politique c’est l’encul*** sans vaseline… après réflexion, c’était pas complètement faux.
Le favori des sondages n’est autre que Macron qui présente son programme le 2 mars, à quelques semaines seulement de la présidentielle… pas pressé le gars d’En Marche!
 Et si vous vous souvenez, ce n’est pas si lointain, Hollande le (toujours) président de la République était vu comme le roi de la synthèse… la fameuse synthèse hollandienne… à comprendre la synthèse molle, car par essence vague, floue…
En fait si le flou est devenu une stratégie politique, c’est que le politique est perçu comme accessoire, c’est un accessoire de mode, une mode qui change tous les mois. Fini le temps des idéologies et des idéologues, c’est bien mieux (ah bon…) ! Fini les théories de Marx et consoeurs ! Maintenant place au pragmatisme ! Le pragmatisme (qui est une idéologie sachez-le par ailleurs) a ceci de pratique qu’il est adaptable, qu’il n’a pas vraiment besoin de fil rouge, de ligne d’horizon. On peut changer d’avis… d’ailleurs sauf les imbéciles ne changent pas d’avis, non ?
Voilà mes amis, à l’approche du grand vote électoral, n’oubliez pas ceci. On vous a floué… On vous dit n’importe quoi quand le discours s’y prête. Et pour diriger un pays, quoi de mieux que des concepts « bateaux », des mots « valises » qui peuvent tout et rien dire : mobilité, réussite, participation, co-construction…
Le parallèle avec le monde de l’entreprise est imparable, le flou ça passe (un temps), ça permet (un temps) d’entretenir l’illusion d’une vision…
Pour un pays, c’est quand même gros, non ?
Alors ne vous faites pas berner. Demandez des comptes ! ça veut dire quoi ça ? pourquoi ? pourquoi ? et pourquoi ?
Le questionnement, toujours… pour ne plus être pris pour des cons.
(ou achetez-vous des lunettes).
si vous ne voyez rien, c'est bien normal
si vous ne voyez rien, c’est bien normal

tabou

what s great with the word tabou is that it s a French word
you must say to yourself why a French word?
…well when you think of France, the first thing that occurs to you is the French revolution, the French kiss, the French cancan, Gainsbourg, Paris city of culture and history…
So why a French word?
Because France represents all the tabous: sex, French affair, freedom, yes freedom.
but in my opinion, no better country represents the word tabou, not because France offers so much freedom, but because France lives with a lot of tabous, of « non-dits » we say, that means a lot of the French culture is hidden.
Foreigners who lived in France for several years have understood this. France is a very very complicated country, a country that is lovely but has many hidden secrets, French people who have so much to offer, but they have many complexes, so tabou is really a French word.

i had the idea to write this when i watch a tv programme called TABOU, and the subject was islam in France.
What could be more tabou in France? maybe money?
what you need to understand is that France is a country who believes it is unique (and maybe it is, I am not judging), the people in France believe in strong values: France is a Republic following « liberté, égalité, fraternité » (freedom, equality, brotherhood), our daily lives are structured around those values, and this makes it very difficult when reality doesn t match those principles. I give you an example: the French education system reproduces many inequalities, this is true at every level, from primary school (kindergarten) to University, but we are not willing to change as Equality is at the center of the education system… and to change it, this is also admitting that this core value doesn t work. To change it, this will lead us maybe not to treat everyone equal to give more chance to succeed to a specific segment of the population.

what is crazy is that we will sometimes prefer to see reality fail instead of thinking outside the box… by not following our principles. Islam in France is a tabou subject because many politicians, citizens and intellectuals consider that we can t mention islam and the way of living of muslims in France, because this is against equality. We are not supposed to study a segment of the population based on religious criteria, because it hurts the ideal of equality. This is pure madness…

the tv programme showed that while a majority of muslims follow the law of the Republic and are integrated, a worrying and strong minority are willingly supporting a political vision of Islam against France, our values, our laws…
But for ideological reasons, the very Saint Equality, many prefer to close their eyes on what is really happening.
When we thought that our Republican values make us stronger against extremists, we are sadly seeing those same values, that made us proud one time ago, lead us to a dangerous blindness…

mate

mate
how are you mate?
(pronounce with an Australian accent)
let s try again
how are you mate
good on you mate
hey mate
don t say Australia but straya
here you are, back again, old memories
it s been 6 years now that i had the crazy idea to leave my family, my country,
my girlfriend, and travel 17000km away for a new life in Australia
was such a great experience, i can t regret it,
even if it wasn t always easy as you need to make new friends, new habits, new everything, but that what s makes it so interesting too, so no regrets
also no regrets, that after three years i decided to come back in my home country France,
i must say we decided to come back with
my wife
so it has been already three years that we took the decision to fly back in France
so much happened since
and i must say six years ago, i was kid, not that i m old, not that i look old, but i can feel that i ve aged a bit, in the good way, you know like French Bordeaux wine
sometimes i miss Australia, i miss the people i met, and they are so far away that i won t see them again or a least for a couple of years, i miss the sunshine (even if it s bloody dangerous and can get you sunburn and skin cancer), i miss the beaches, i miss the deep blue sky, a real navy blue, not the same blue that you can see in Europe, i miss the friendly interactions with people, the easy going way of life (even if as an arrogant Parisian, i often thought how superficial things were, but i still miss it), i miss the barbie (understand barbecue), i miss Sydney, such a great city, the Opera House so beautiful with the harbour view, i miss Surry Hills, Redfern, Bourke Street, the bakeries, the Sunday brunch, all this… seems so far away but still very present in my mind
i can t forget, but i will forget, and i ve already forgot a few things, but i won t forget the experience, the feeling of being abroad, the feeling of being a stranger in a country, strange but adventurous in the same time, i won t forget above all that i became what i am thanks to Australia and that today I am married to a superbe wife thanks to Australia too, and after being so far from my friends and from my family, i know the importance of being there with them, of being close, money can t buy you a family and true friends,
this is priceless
so AUSTRALIA, mate, you re a real mate,
TRUST ME, we ll come over when we re older to see you old mate!

typewriting…

it is a great feeling to write with a typewriter
the noise first of all makes it real
you are actually writing,
this has its importance you are not anymore silent, quiet, gentle
you are full of life, loud, lousy
writing is not always thinking, being calm,
on the contrary, it means being angry, wanting to say something,
to shout, to express, this is writing
the noise makes it all,
so you are concentrated on your voice,
on what you are saying, basically on your writing
also you are fully concentrated and not trying to get the spelling right.
Word can be awful sometimes and acts like a teacher
checking every sentence, every word, looking for the grammatical nonsense…
so it is such a delight to be delivered from all this.
i must say i am also very slow with a typewriter
and i can measure every word, not one for another
i am also not very good and do a lot of spelling mistakes so hopefully
it is not a REAL typewriter and you can correct the missing letters.
this is why Tom Hanks had such a good idea to create an app for this
it s called HANX WRITING, it s great
i tried many apps, and a lot are full of crap,
a few are quite hilarious, you can sometimes choose the mood you want
so you have a rainy day, the sound of the forest, and so on,
but all this takes you away from what you need to do: writing!
anyway I really invite you to try and you will have so much fun.
and if you don t want to drive your wife crazy with the noise,
just put headphones on, and they will do the job very well.
have a good one!

le futur est-il devenu minable ?

il faut bien une première fois, c’était la première fois que j’assistais au Tribunal des Générations Futures, TGH pour les intimes, organisé par Usbek & Rica

ces conférences au format original, sous forme de procès, avec un procureur et la défense qui s’affrontent dans la salle pour gagner les voix d’un jury composé de 5 personnes choisies au hasard dans la salle du MK2

la question méritait mon attention : le futur est-il devenu minable ?

le pitch pour faire simple, avant nous rêvions de voitures voilantes, de machines à voyager dans le temps, de villes sous-marines, et aujourd’hui nous avons Pokémon Go, Google Car, Snapchat et le selfie stick… évidemment, dit comme ça le futur est devenu minable

des gens très sérieux sont venus à la barre répondre aux questions du procureur et de la défense. Certains ont employé des termes compliqués, savants. J’ai noté la « rétrotopie » : comprendre le futur c’était mieux avant, et nous nous réfugions dans le passé

Pas étonnant ! j’en étais sûr, les Frenchies sont des dépressifs en puissance, nourris à la nostalgie baudelairienne. Alors, je n’étais pas surpris que des intellectuels soient encore plus dépressifs que la moyenne. J’ai appris que les Français devaient apprendre l’histoire du futur, qu’ils devaient apprendre à l’imaginer. Et oui, on manque apparemment de créativité… J’ai aussi retenu que le futur, ce n’est pas l’utopie, mais la manière de nous projeter dans un ailleurs.

Nous projeter dans un ailleurs, ça oui, je sais le faire, d’ailleurs un peu trop, je me projette trop, et à force je ne sais plus où je suis.

Et puis un monsieur un peu bizarre nous a expliqué que le futur est mort… je m’explique, il dit qu’on est déjà dans le futur et donc on n’a plus besoin de l’inventer. C’est Apple qui a tué le futur. Bon ok… pourquoi pas. Ce monsieur bizarre a continué en expliquant que le futur était de retour (et non pas retour vers le futur), et qu’il y avait une dilution du futur dans le présent qui nous empêche de nous projeter. On assiste à un retour du futur imaginé dans les années 50/60/70/80, une sorte de « futur vintage ». Genre, la planche de skate volante (le hoverboard) que certains sont en train de réellement créer.

Après un autre monsieur flippant parlait de servitude volontaire avec le numérique, et que Google, Facebook et les autres avaient créé un double (numérique) de nous-mêmes, mais un double stéréotypé, prêt à rentrer dans des cases prédéfinies par un algorithme, en somme ce double est une chèvre (c’est pas moi qui le dit). Donc ce double est en train de prendre le dessus, et nous sommes donc condamnés à devenir des chèvres (ou des moutons, vous avez saisi l’idée je pense).

Notre malheur aujourd’hui est la toute-puissance de la Silicon Valley, qui s’en prend même à notre imaginaire, et donc à notre capacité à nous projeter, et à imaginer le futur. Alors voilà, le grand danger résiderait dans ce populisme high tech ou solutionnisme technologique : comprendre la solution est (forcément) donnée par la technologie. Et ce futur là, on n’en veut pas. Le futur par Google est minable.

Pire encore, internet est un cache-misère, et nous allons sur internet car le réel est merdique… petit-à-petit, nous nous éloignons de la réalité. En témoigne le succès de Pokémon Go et de sa réalité augmentée. Pour un ado, comme disait l’une des intervenantes, il est plus simple de choper un Pikachu que de trouver sa place dans la société.

Conclusion : vous vous dites, c’est foutu. Le procureur finit par une superbe diatribe qui explique en 4 points pourquoi le futur est devenu minable :
1. on vit au futur antérieur, donc un futur nostalgique, dépassé, ringard
2. le futur sert à vendre le présent, les marques fleurissent de slogans bidons parlant d’avenir pour vendre leur soupe
3. le futur est aseptisé, on pollue pas, on fait pas trop de bruit, on fait attention à sa ligne, gnagnagna… une génération de BORING !
4. la Silicon Valley a triomphé, on est foutu…

Eh ben, à ma grande surprise, malgré tous ces arguments déprimants, le jury s’est prononcé CONTRE à 4 voix versus 1, non le futur n’est pas minable. Il faut hacker le futur, il faut l’inventer, il faut reprendre la main sur les imaginaires, les possibles les plus fous, vive le futur ! Comme quoi… on peut se tromper. Conclusion bis : les intellectuels sont peut-être pessimistes, mais les gens lambda (comme on dit) n’ont pas baissé les bras, eux.

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looking for the fame

hope you’ve been watching French news, so good, so refreshing

80 percent of French citizens don’t want to see either Hollande (85% cf. Ifop), the actual President, or Sarkozy (79% cf. Elabe), the previous one, running for Presidency

and there’s a real chance to see them again

this would be ok if we hadn’t a ferocious competition inside the republican party, and a ridiculous one inside the socialist party

the country is desperate for change, and it seems that nothing changed, nothing has changed, nothing will change

this is rough, brutal, tough, for our little minds to admit, that whoever wins, it will be the same

this is something we can’t allow, as a country who fought for freedom, we despise this situation

all this, of course, is good enough for extremists, for the National Front, they are enjoying those debates, those poor debates, where values and ideas have been lost and trade against PR stunts and bad buzz…

But we all know that their political coup aren’t replacing a real program with a vision for this country. Voices started to shout, new comers are in line, but generally we’re not very confident with the future, is it going somewhere?

I won’t detail all the media fuss we had during last weeks, but we had for instance a debate on The Gauls « Les Gaulois »… as part of our history (or not… if your name is Mouloud). Depressing… What’s the point? We had an argument on the deprivation of nationality, if you’re a terrorist, the State should send you home… well your other home… well this is true when terrorists are not just French and have dual nationality. So we had months of debate on this, while it is forbidden to do so, as you can’t become stateless… And after that, another debate on burkini, which is a swimming suit but for muslims who wish to cover themselves completely  and still enjoy a sunbath. The country where sunbathing topless in Saint Tropez was created, mayors of small towns voted local laws so the burkini becomes forbidden. While I can understand that the burkini has nothing to do with French culture, we spent a lot of time on this, with no results, as the « Conseil d’État » (the highest administrative juridiction in France) said no who can’t forbid the burkini. What a story!  (what a waste…)

We’re debating with passion on the small stuff, but we’re missing the point and what is really important for French people.

Meanwhile in France, we count :

  • 5 million « poor people » (living with less than 50% of the median wage in France http://www.inegalites.fr/spip.php?article270 cf. Observatoire des inégalités);
  • 4 million people living in unbearable conditions (in slums basically cf. Fondation Abbé Pierre http://www.fondation-abbe-pierre.fr/en);
  • 141 500 homeless people (cf. Le Monde in 2014 and + 44% these last 11 years from 2001 to 2012 according to the French Statistics Institue Insee);
  • 2.8 million unemployed people (9.6 % of the working population cf. Insee) ;
  • 1.74 million « poor workers » (they are working, but they can’t live decently with their income, they live with less 817 € a month, cf. Insee).

But The Gauls, the deprivation of nationality for terrorists with dual citizenship, and the burkini, are regarded as priorities.

Climbing the ladder… I told you 😦

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