".... Sylvain Miron want to cross (by bike) and 5300 km that separate the cities of Vancouver and St. Saviour in hopes to launch all the message that it is possible to face the worst hardships. His 12 year old girl committed suicide 2 years ago ... "
He and his wife will be at the show Everybody talks about it tonight.
According to statistics there are 3 Quebecois who commit suicide every day. One of the highest rates among industrialized countries. So what? When will we accept to talk as easily and speedily as car accidents involving young people? When the media they provide an equal platform to organizations that fight against suicide than Jean-Marie Konink by example and allow a real debate on society? Are we afraid to discover a share of responsiblity for by our way of life? I rage.
Grand son came to spend a day at home this week. In order to expand its teaching vocabulary limited to words mom and dad I started to teach him a few words pass him partout.Je also learned to climb on furniture to place bad toilet paper. I like imagining the faces of parents when the toddler drop his first Calisse ..... I know it's not good, but I never said I wanted to be a perfect paper.
The film festival is over 7-Islands. 8000 entries to the movies for a region like ours is no worse. Exceptional year with a 10aine Quebec productions by Devers which I attended just contenting myself with those presented in my village.
My comments about the movies I saw at the Cine-Graff Port-Cartier: -FIRE: My favorite. I speak en masse in a previous post. -DEPARTURES: My 2nd choice. For light treatment, gently and with humor about death. Subtitles sometimes it was not necessary to read because it was so well played and the gestures and facial expressions of the actors said all he had to understand. -THE ORIGIN OF A CRI: I do not know if it does exist movies of guys but I think it's a film guy. Especially when there are the Dow! Hard, surprising and worse Michel Barrette is not that bad when the camera is not too long known him :-) joke! -FALARDEAU: Beautiful documentary about the work of Pierre Falardeau good work but I knew even then I would have preferred to know more about the man. And I do not know if these are selected excerpts, but I Ben finally found ... uh ... well ... ben ... I think there Falardeau was his best when he cursed the dogs chewed him out hourly federalists ..... not dirty when he turned movies. The time for clowns will remain for me what he does best with his writings including his pamphleteers tribute to Ryan. -THE COBS: A bit long and redundant in the treatment Jews living in France at the beginning of the 2nd war. Get out the violins that Braille a good shot. Nevertheless instructive to me what Petain and his environment. The actors may except maybe children and worse the nurse who had the emerald eyes of my wife. -CRIME LOVE: Because I missed Carlos (one performance!?! Really!) That I had 2 tickets and that couples should learn to compromise :-))))
A theme Common to all these movies: death. By arranging with the guy views you can you make it sweet, happy, relaxed, transitional and not an end in itself.
FIRE is the first film festival that I went. Let that issue came j'viens swallow the worst main course dessert at the same time. film by Denis Villeneuve has done more for my understanding of conflict (and of violence that accompanies it) in the Middle East than anything I read in the press. Hailed everywhere, what could I write more. I loved the game and Lubna Azabal Mélissa Desormeaux-Poulin, beautiful scenery, the soundtrack, I was struck by some hard scenes, moved by others, noticed the camera work of Denis Villeneuve and cursed the fact that the scene of 7-Islands has not yet submitted a piece of Wajdi Mouawad.
My art enjoyment of winter. 30aine a film presented at 7-Iles and Port Cartier during the 11 day festival including a dozen Quebecois. I will attend mainly to the performances to PC. On my list:- the inevitable fires Denis Villeneuve - "In the beginning of a cry" for Robin and Patrick Hivon Aubert - "Departures" because in a festival should dedicate a bin subtitled film ... I joke - "Falardeau" course - "The raid" because I liked the trailer, possibly Carlos Maybe I'll see a few at 7-Islands but not sure .. ..
Preview p.562 "-Life is not a spy novel, Samuel. " Perhaps not, but we may need the romantic imagination to enter a part of reality. " I could just comment on my assessment of my reading of the novel by Louis Hamelin but I preferred to do things differently. A bit like the novel itself: a quilt with patterns and colors disparate shape my faith, a very highly readable.
I must first say that if I agree with Sam's version of events surrounding Nihilo october 70, I hate the pejorative sense that we give today the word "conspiracy". Word not found elsewhere not even in my Webster's 2010, but on Wikipedia, to believe it was invented in the very specific purpose of ridiculing people who are asking questions in front of the official version of events that mark history (oups! Am I doing a conspiracy of my myself?)
First part of my patchwork author Louis Hamelin:
centerpiece of the book "Everything is there, in its short duration: Any reality, any the truth of existence, The bliss growth, The splendor of action, The glory of power ... " From a Sanskrit proverb
Hear PET 1:11 to say that it had lasted long enough (the crisis) and it was now necessary to build a prosperous country it reminded me of the speeches of Bush and the mayor of New York in the aftermath of September 11, 2001 and who said that to counter terrorism had to continue to consume and spend ....
Some characters and witnesses living or dead at the time: Gaston Miron Preview p.48 "This man obviously not the work, which was central to the celebration. But the colleague came to greet Micro Master and friend did not miss the opportunity to serve this client unfairly deprived of the lights of the recent semiotic theory excerpts from chapters of his "Sandpiper or direction set in motion"-written for a sabbatical. The rantings, or the miracle of a work constantly to happen, because taking this unique book ever done, again and again to finish, ultimately aimed at finding completion in the collective future, only possible to its posterity. "
aka Mario Lemieux Robert Brien Preview p.257" In Mont-Joli, they were caught along the way , master Brien, this vigilante who bizaroïde cavalait cape wind of St. Lawrence on his Harley ...." To have crossed 2 times Robert Lemieux during his exile in 7-Iles I can say that the famous lawyer had lost much its superb ....
Plume Latraverse alias Extract p.251 "They were a score around the fire to strike, a fire that blazed up, makes driftwood logs intersecting at the top like a teepee and amounts which had been strung some old tires. A thick oily smoke, black as soot, escaped in the dusk of the little fishing port converted into tourist traps. A Latraverse, a great lanky, strumming a guitar in the glow of the flames and gave the impression of chewing sandpaper when he sang. "
How to justify the few hours I passed in front of my computer as soon as the reading of "The constellation of the lynx" is complete, to "Grayer" this quilt in order to make a nod to those who read the book and try to interest those who have not read. Maybe because despite my young age at the time of events, I was 12 years, from the depths of my North Shore in October I was living in June. October
June The school was finished worse j'pouvais play outside until dark. I picked up an empty packet of cigarettes for my father, Export A, and after having made cardboard strips one inch wide, I was busy installing them on my bicycle fork with pins machine at the Stagger so they affect Res of the wheel. I heard laughter from the kitchen window ajar. It was my uncle P. who worked in the printing of the Quebec Cartier Mining. Y spoke worse there was still laughing hard. Y was also boastful on the edges as my mother said. I think it was more often at home for some time. - Hey George! Do you know What I had yesterday Souers. I took all the bad news that memos j'pouvais, did 'em translated into French' em bad I put on the desks of McKay's udder Tupper. Seems to me to see the face of leu tomorrow morning .... J'trouvais my uncle more good humor than the other time when there was v'nu tell my father he almost got Pogner to graffiti on the facade of the office of the company. I finished my installation on my bécyk backfire. Was still able to get it to show buddies.
And if that memory was imaginative fiction. Who Knows.
Winter Fun for grandparents and recovered memories
Yesterday we went tobogganing with the small to the outdoor air and I do not know if it's the thrill of our runs in the snow or the imprint of the atmosphere of the book I am reading now to me remained glued to the body but still is it that I remembered the times where I slip the evening after school at the mill and the coast that I had to eat snow of the oldest, the big bad Nounoune Girard Labrie Wood Street who often came to the bullies in not 'worse Boutte who had past the evening we drool me worse my boyfriend. They were divided into shouting: "You almost suffocate us cursed cellar." That evening I discovered the pleasure of being on the side of torturers and not limp after the large flank that everyone ran out of school and came home to him in tears.
wink and thumbs up to all those who return to work by bicycle and that make winter cycling or preparing exits in the Nordic countries as Marc Pilon . Go to Iceland in the summer but go on with all my cycling gear for camping in January Brrrrr .....
Photo taken June 8, 2009 Camping Barachois Pond Provincial Park (Newfoundland). For much of my journey hat, jacket and leggings were required to sleep comfortably. Night temperatures of between 0 and 10 degrees.
The end of the world in December 2012, is listed here ...
... but do not worry. The Mayan guide who accompanied us told us not to do with that, he would be there in 2013 for us to visit the pyramids of Coba. Phew ....
Do not think that the title of this post is intended as a showcase of my prowess in English because my knowledge of this language is limited to hola, por favor, senor and senorita, the pages of my dictionary Travel s'écornant peacefully in the back pocket of my pants, learning the local language does not appear to be part of the all-inclusive, the hotel staff and other tourists constantly reminding me that even on holiday we must do everything very quickly and that English lends itself well when it comes to seek information or request services.
It's not just the beach and the beautiful "ti-body" in Riviera Maya. Among the "tricks" offered very selfish I eliminated the "Coco Bongo" (tour clubs) because I no longer drink and the sight of a daily quota of Elvis Graton English rowdy and drunk early in the morning at the bar the pool as the scene of an ugly 300-pound Linda has stumbled because too drunk next to my lawn chair, convinced me that I would not have the tolerance necessary for a fun night at Coco Bongo "among all those revelers whose sole pleasure is to consume as much drink because c is "gratis".
might as well be in the corner we have opted for an excursion to the pyramids at Coba and learn about Mayan culture with a guide who spoke a little French.
Past the security gate of our gilded cage universal poverty is seen in the first kilometers of the road and I guess to avoid the view to tourists all bus drivers and mini-buses trying to drive fast and badly with the hidden intention to focus our attention on the road, not on homes that border because of the airport to the hotel was the same kind of driving.
Rite of passage, pilgrimage, challenge, call it what you want the ultimate choice of this "tour" was climbing the stairs at all costs of this pyramid peak despite the dizziness and Marjo my trouble down the stairs (I have to take after the boom) following the fracture of my leg last spring. And we succeeded, sometimes on the buttocks, sometimes holding the rope, sometimes like proud kings descended the steps of their thrones. What mattered the way we did.
We wanted, for this trip, mark the passage of the year differently. So fuck, 2010, 2011 just worry we're waiting with a lantern brick worse if you try to make us shit.
Some pictures to support the thing
The "Tour" to the pyramids of Coba also offered a visit to an "authentic" Mayan village where Marjo was invited to mess with the Dean of the village and attend a musical Tribal enough
Anecdotes on this trip: 1 - A young woman probably thinking the bus ride a little long between the hotel and Coba and addressing the guide: "It is ben you still far from Cuba? " 2 - had to walk several kilometers into the forest to get to the main pyramid. On the way back all young people have taken bicycle taxis, including the guide. Only the gang of 40 + years walked .... 3 - At the entrance of a Mayan house there near the door had an old cardboard box with lots of little chickens, so the emerging guide points to the box and joke says: "Choose your dinner." A youth in his twenties became all white and it took the seat to prevent his condition worsens. Sometimes I despair of youth ....
