Friday, August 29th, 2008
Voilà j’y reviens, avec un peu plus de temps dans les main (j’espère). Pardon pour l’absence, mais sachez qu’ici on fait dans la qualité, pas la quantité 
Je commencerais par un Grand Merci pour la nouvelle Lyly (c’est le nom que je lui ai spontanément décerné en écrivant ces lignes). Elle est pas belle lyly? bon ok d’accord, c’est pas vraiment elle, mais là j’ai pas de photos sur moi…
Thursday, April 24th, 2008
Je suis un fervent admirateur de Sénateur Barack Obama dans ces interminables préliminaires démocrates. Ce n’est pas vraiment l’endroit de dire pourquoi et je n’ai pas vraiment une opinion de valeur sur le sujet, mais voilà, il est intègre, paraît honnête et ça me plait. Et apparemment je ne suis pas le seul.
Mais ce n’est pas le sujet de cet article. Ce qui est passionant quand on est français aux États-Unis dans un moment pareil, c’est de voir la déconnexion avec notre vieille locomotive française. Les élections sont nettement plus mises en scène, plus de show, des pubs, des contre-pubs, on y voit de tout. Avec des avantages et des désavantages bien sùr. Il est parfois ici difficile de se séparer du marketing et de parler des vraies questions, mais il faut voir que les gens sont beaucoup plus passionné par la politique qu’en France et que, parfois, le marketing a du bon.
Pour preuve cette vidéo sur youtube vue plus de 5 000 000 de fois par les internautes, issues d’un discours mémorable d’Obama.
Et la première chose qui saute aux yeux pour moi c’est “tiens, ils ont pas l’air si ridicule que ça…”. Est ce que vous pouvez imaginer stomy bugsy faire une vidéo pour ségolène sans que ça ait l’air d’une grosse farce?
Saturday, April 19th, 2008
I have to say — the smell makes me smile in the morning. When a smoke can disgust you when it’s too early, your coffee friend will always make you feel better (unless it’s the 13th cup, and you start to feel your heart pounding out of its cage).
So when in the morning I go to my usual coffee shop down the hill, and people welcome me with a smile, I can’t help but thinking “stop fucking smiling, you slag and give me my coffee, fuckhead”. And usually I show it too — if not say it very low… those who know me in the morning before a coffee fix will understand.
But those at Tully’s are persistent. They kept and kept on smiling, day after day, insult after insult, mental murder after dreams of slaughter. Even though their teeth were pulled off with my virtual baseball bat, they kept on welcoming me with their large (and mentally teeth missing) smiles. “Damn they’re good!” I had to say.
I was almost nice with them once, and answered to their stupid “how are you today sir?”. This same same guy, smiling at me every day, how many times did I actually pop his eyeballs with 2 chopsticks?
- well, I’m fine, thanks. what about you?
- oh pretty good. I can hear an accent, are you french?
damn you, shithead. how can you be so fast to tell? huh
- yeah, I’m afraid I am…
- oh right! zhe parle un peh le fwanssais. Comment allez vous aujoudui?
- ça va bien — one grande latte please
- alright… (tip tip tap bip) bon journée (he looks at my credit card) alexandre!
- ouais bon journée!
And that’s exactly when they became my favorite place to go in the morning. By taming me, I guess we could say. By finally saying my name, welcoming me in the morning, smiling, a whole new world that knows who I am. I almost enjoyed the little french the cashier person had, and he almost remembered my usual order of the morning. Finally a place I could enjoy, even before my caffeine fix? That little place of heaven giving you some energy for the day?
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
The guys at Tully’s are even more tricky than others. After a few weeks like this (Bonjour alexandre — bonjour, one grande latte please — bon jounée — bon jounée), they suddenly started calling me … Marc…
“One grande latte for Marc! One!
- oh is that mine? hum, ok thanks!
- bye, Marc!
Bye… but why the fuck?
And then it was too late obviously. The first day of me being Marc had been passed, and I couldn’t go back in time. 2nd day, 3rd, one week. How could I tell them my name wasn’t Marc after a full week?
And now here I am. To not lose this little place, I don’t say anything. I am Marc, and proud of it. And I preferably pay with change, afraid he would see my name on the credit card.
Thursday, April 3rd, 2008
http://www.bbc.co.uk/musicevents/radiohead/
Thanks to Al Gore’s current news .
Saturday, March 29th, 2008
Google is all in black today to save some energy and save the bears for Earth Hour.
I can’t remember which website did this before, just putting a new style over the google website claiming that they were saving so much energy that way. Any idea?
Thursday, March 27th, 2008
Starting a new category here, because I keep stumbling upon crazy and beautiful covers of classics. Some people are against covers for valid and / or stupid reasons. But some of them are simply genious and give a new dimension of the song. This one is the kind of cover I really like. I discovered it yesterday, unfortunately (or not?) thanks to American Idol… I know, I plead guilty.
But anyway, here’s a very strong cover of the Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” by Chris Cornell, who you might know from Soundgarden or Audioslave. He recently started his solo career and THIS IS THE SHIT, man… That’s what I call serious talent.
And anybody who might have a different opinion, I’ll just remove his comment. It’s my blog, and my censorship, hurra.
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
Here’s the video of the crazy day. Sorry to have ben so rude little camera guy but I was scared like a cockroach in a drainer.
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