Pour ceux qui ne le savaient pas, le Devoir s’est muni d’un blogue (en tout cas, moi je le savais pas!).
* ledevoir.com/blog
* un guide détaillé sur les carnets web par michel dumais.
Ca y est.
Bang.
L’été nous est tombé dessus.
Aucune envie de bloguer, vous trouverez plutôt mon derrière soit sur une terrasse si ce n’est pas sur mon vélo. La ville est belle, la vie est belle. Le soleil brille, je suis aux anges.
Transformation in nature are not due to deliberation.
In actual fact, what we call life and death in nature is not the beginning or ending of something, but merely an eternal natural process.
Xu You
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I will be having 2 things to celebrate soon: on may 30th i will be turning 29. On june 29th, i will be celebrating my 1 year return home from germany.
Dont know why, but this second date, on june 29th, is giving me a lot to think of. This is definitely a part of my life marking an end and a beginning, a moment i relate to by “before and after” (as i wrote at that time). I dont know why, but i need to write about it with these 12 months that have been passing in between this moment and now.
This day of june 2003, i woke up with an horrible feeling inside me. This was the day i had wished for so long i would never see. If there could be a day to choose as worse day of my life, it would be that day, definitely – no need to think twice. I got up, finished packing my 2 suitcases, Flo helped me, andrea called to know at what time she should be there to pick me up to the airport. And we were there, at this point where i knew as much as i didn’t wanted to, i had to leave. Leave the guy i was in love with and with whom i lived for the past 4 years and lived wonderful things. I had to leave my home, city, friends, habits, and my two cats, without knowing if i would be back one day, if i would ever see Flo again. Without knowing anything else than about this fucking flight i had to take.
The time came where me and flo had to say goodbye. He just holded me in his arms for some seconds, said goodbye. I said goodbye, kissed the cats, and left, without a fucking clue about where i would end up, ****heart-absolutelyandtotally-broken***.
I have no fucking clue how i did it. It was the worse and the hardest day of my life, and even 1 year after, i remember it like if it was yesterday. It is fucking fresh in my brain and in my heart. The pain is really not that far away even if so many days have gone by.
I arrived in montreal, broken in every sense of the word. No money, no job, no place to live, et encore moins le gout de vivre. It took me 3 months to find a job and a flat (and i got a really good job and a really nice flat by the way). But these 3 months have been terrible and horrible. I’ve been depressed like i’ve never been before and just didn’t wanted to feel the pain anymore. I have spent each minute of these 3 months with this pain in my belly, this pain i think we all feel at one point in our life. It does feel fucking horrible.
Flo and i have been barely talking together since. I have no clue if i will ever see him again, if he’s ever gonna read this. I secretly hope he wont. I’m just trying to somehow exorcise this pain i realize i still have inside. I wonder if it will ever go away. Some endings are worse than others, but this one still feel really fresh in my mind, even if i dont think about it anymore (exept today of course since i am writing about it) and even if i had other boys in my life since.
I guess i am growing up, yes, that must be what we call to grow up, to live new experiences, good and bad ones, and to learn to live with them.
Well, if this was an ending, and a really hard one, it was also a beginning. I feel i am not the same person anymore. Yes, i definitely grew up. I think i am an adult now.
Je suis sur le point de faire le saut au sans fil à la maison, j’en ai ma claque des fils qui me tiennent confiné à toujours garder mon portable au même endroit. Plus, le wi-fi s’étend de plus en plus à mtl et je veux en profiter.
ressources:
* addresses wi-fi à mtl
* pétition pour un parc lafontaine sans fil
ou de début d’été.. enfin.
For the first time ever, i have huge signed prints of the following artworks for sale:
2 signed prints of Traveling Dreamer in Paris. Each are 11″ x 17″, 40$ CAN + shipping.
2 signed prints of Traveling Dreamer in Japan. Each are 11″ x 17″, 40$ CAN + shipping.
1 signed print of Boys do cry, 11″ x 17″, 40$ CAN + shipping.
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as 8″ x 11″ prints, each at 15$ CAN (instead of 20$ as reg. price, shipping include):
2 signed prints of Traveling Dreamer in Japan.
2 signed prints of Boys do cry.
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Be quick to email me if you want one, first to email me will be the lucky ones!
Premier arrivés, premier servis!
m-c at wheniridemybike.com
While Yulblog, our mtl bloggers group, is trying to grow up (around 80 people are on the yulblog list but about 15-20 people show up to meetings), it looks like london is gonna have a major bloggers meeting!
I have been living in montreal for 4 years before i left for germany. These 4 years, i haven’t been faced with the anglo part of the city, and i never got really interested in knowing about these people who spoke english. I was living in the ‘french’ part of the city, going to a french speaking cegep, mostly always walking around areas such as la petite italie and le plateau. This was 10 years ago.
Things have changed.
I came back to montreal last june after spending 4 years in a country with one main langage: german. Even if half of the country is populated with turkish, indian, french, italians and english folks, all newspapers were in german (beside some indie newspapers of course).
Being back here, i discover hidden treasures about living in a half french half anglo city. Believe me, this is a wonderful thing, beside all the fighting about culture and language differences.
One of these thing being to have french and english newspapers (La Presse, Le Devoir, Ici, Voir, The Gazette, National Post, Hour and Mirror to name a few of them), and even french articles in english written newspapers (reference here is Pascal Montpetit’s chronicles on saturdays).
So people, if you can read french and english, you have a large choice. And if you have been living abroad for some time, you can appreciate to have this choice even more.
I do.
Starting from there, I have been reading La Presse and Le Devoir on the weekend for some time, beside the Ici and Voir on thursdays, until the day i went really bored because i didn’t recognized myself in these newspapers.
From there, i decided to have a look on the other side. What are english speaking people reading? I took 5 bucks and bought weekend issues of The Gazette, The National Post and grabbed the Mirror, and i think this was such a great thing.
I found much more to read about in these in one weekend then in the french newspapers in a month. Here are some topics covered this last weekend, exactly what i was looking for in french newspapers but never found:
- In The Gazette pop culture section, ‘Shouldn’t all music be emotionnal?’, about the roots of Emo music
- ‘Engage your right brain at work’, about creativity at work
- G3, a tech/computer/internet/games related section section
In the National Post:
- Mireille Siclcoff’s music article
- cover story about illustrator Virginai Johnson
- ’soul matters’ page, about alternative medecines and spirituality in everyday life.
The Mirror last issues had articles about internet radio and some other cool stuff as an article about the pavilion projetcs.
For all this, I definitly prefer english written newspapers. I can relate easily to the topics they choose to cover. Somehow, i feel they are more open minded, with a strong implication in popular culture and trends.
I will still check out on newstands everynow and then to check our newspapers, but for right now, i think i’v found what i was looking for.
Samedi matin.
Je me lève tôt car mon frère est censé débarquer à mtl vers les 10h30. Normalement, quand il me visite, on se la coule douce : croissants et expresso, blabla, il fixe tout ce qu’il peut fixer dans mon appart, et bla et bla, on sort flâner unpeu, on re-bouffe, flâne encore, et assez vite viens l’heure du départ ou on se dit ‘déjà??’.
En fait, ça c’est le beau scénario, ce qui arrive normalement. Aujourd’hui quelque chose me dit que ca l’sera pas.
Je viens juste d’apprendre là, maintenant, à 9h25, que les plans ont changés, et que mon fréro adoré (bien que je l’adore moins maintenant) amènera avec lui toute la petite famille.
Je vois déjà le tableau d’ici : ‘ben allons y donc tous ensemble. Il fait beau, pis ça arrive pas souvent qu’on est toute la famille ensemble! m-c va être suuuuuuper contente!’
Oui oui, je vois, mais c’est que entre un regroupement familial dans la maison familiale et un regroupement dans mon 4 et demi sur le plateau, ya une méchante marge. On parle ici d’attroupement et de crise de nerfs quand quelqu’un suggère une promenade sur mont-royal en plein samedi après midi (en plein samedi après-midi, – echo -) et de mon coeur qui arrête de battre quand on parle d’une visite au ikea et au maudit club price.
Et là, j’apprend ça là, par mon beau père au téléphone qui me dit qu’en plus, ils débarqueront pas avant 13h30 vu que mon frère a pas le gout de se rusher. Et moi qui me suis levé tôt et qui croyait que la journée allait être smooth… j’ai 3 heures devant moi pour me faire à l’idée et surtout, pour me préparer mentalement.
Pourvu que d’ici leur départ pour la grande ville, ils aient pas l’idée d’inviter d’autre membres de la famille.
Bref, avoir su ça hier, c’est assuré que j’aurais fait de l’insomnie.
I have been doing an update to my portfolio this last week, adding to it 4 new wallpapers (lilo, orchid, drift, and drift2).
Magnets featuring ‘Traveling dreamer in Paris’ are now available as package of 2. I have been giving them away as gift for a long time so now i make them available for purchase beside prints and bookmarks.
Enjoy!
pms oblige, je m’endure pu. Tout le monde me tape sur les nerfs, les gens dans le métro prennent trop de place, les gens en face de moi avancent pas assez vite, au bureau tout le monde s’étend sur des inutilitées, et v’la qu’en plusse ce soir, je me chicane avec mel.
Ya vraiment des jours ou il vaut mieu pas me naiser ou m’obstiner, j’y peux rien. Soit je fond en larmes, soit je pogne les nerfs pour des conneries que je suis même pas capable d’expliquer, pour ensuite pleurnicher parce que je me perd dans mes explications (genre ‘ben, c’est parce que euh, ben euh… je sais pas, je sais pu, … *sanglots ici****).
Qu’est ce que vous voulez que j’y fasse, c’est comme ca. Le pire là dedans savez vous c’est quoi? c’est qu’on s’y habitue même pas, même si ca revient chaque mois. Connerie.
If you fancy starbuck’s illustration stuff as i do…
Avez vous vu les bourgeons, les tulipes, l’herbe qui redevient verte? M’semble que tout est plusse beau…
Je suis à la recherche d’un endroit ou on donne des ateliers de modèle vivant (et non d’un modèle…). Si vous avez qqchose à me recommander, ca serait très apprécié…
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