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Last week I went to the theater with friends. was the first time I see a contemporary piece in a small room. * Mode * is snobbish I had always seen as classics in large théâaaaatres like Comedy françaiiiiiise. * Off * And how snobbish I must say that I really enjoyed the experience.

It was so long that I did not go to the theater that I had forgotten how it is nice to have in front of you real people, not a giant screen (although I must say that Leonardo Dicaprio giant is not bad either lol). The atmosphere created is very different, unique. There is a interactivity with the actors, the public , which I think makes each single representation.

During this meeting, for example, the actor has forgotten his text, disrupted by two connasses speaking spectators. And although this has not been embarrassing, this was an opportunity to joke and winks with the public. Same as in a scene the two actors are in a "car" (the scenery lol .. it takes imagination to the theater) and hope not to get arrested by the police, relying on the three black car in front them. Suddenly, saying its text, the actor strikes a blush. In the audience at the forefront, a young black man. What could be embarrassing or simply ignored became a joke with the audience. I really loved the human side of contemporary theater mainly because I think there is a joke and not just listen to beautiful texts like classical pieces or there is less room for improvisation (I can not imagine forgetting his text too Hamlet, Othello takes the audience from the French Comedy Sganarelle or making a joke out its partner text .. no no no no, booed the general public, the granny in the front row had a heart attack, Mr de la Motte Dugenou ends in a fit of uncontrolled rage has set fire to the theater because Damn, we do not touch the classic is not it my dear.)

For Paris the hearing, in case you ask, the part that I was seeing called Couscous with bacon ; the history of a marriage between a somewhat complicated and a French man of Arab origin, especially when the beautiful families get involved (and what a beautiful family! The Arab mother she was worth the trip alone, hat the actor!).

The funny part is , humor is simple and fairly cliché, but effective (such as "if you continue to do us freeze I'll end up shitting ice cubes),
also full of misunderstandings result of misunderstandings due to Differing cultures (French / Arabic, Catholic / Muslim (lol the prayer mat in mat ..) but always treated with kindness and self-deprecating, all carried by a dynamic duo of young actors, accomplices and very funny . I advise history of a fun night, friends or family. The only downside ... what we are evil sitting in this theater! I'm quite small and my feet did not touch the ground, not very pleasant for a little over an hour!

Finally unrelated but I do not know why I spoken of the poem with the friend who accompanied me to the theater and it seems logical to also connect you here. I love it, because for me it is this memory that we still have places of our childhood , even when we had to leave for follow our ambition (let's be clear to win the dough, just to be able to go to the theater or see on the big screen says DiCaprio). How some simple unpretentious landscapes to our eyes may be worth more than all the great monuments of the world (especially the Eiffel Tower actually.'m The only one in the world to think that everything is rotten?) Because it is the land was born and grow our ancestors. (Well not without being chauvinistic eh, we will still not start singing and Charden ston (yeah you know the thing about cows and Normandy).

Happy which, as Ulysses, has made a fine voyage, or how
cestuy then who conquered the fleece
And then returned, full of purpose and reason,
Living with his parents the rest of his age!

When shall I see, alas, my little village
Smoking chimney, and in what season
Will I see the ending of my poor house, I
Who province, and much more? More

What I like living my ancestors built,
That Roman palaces forehead bold
More than marble hard I like the fine slate: More

my Gallic Loir, the Latin Tiber,
More my little read, that the Palatine hill, And
more than the sweetness of sea air Anjou.

Joachim du Bellay (1522-1560), regrets.

And finally to keep the same theme, how old * is * Letter to crouton of France Polnareff, beautiful declaration of love to our beautiful country (although I am not particularly fan of the voice Polnareff not at all elsewhere, but hey, the text is pretty and then there's the piano, and everyone knows everything when we forgive there is the piano. Sisi is marked in the Bible, you can check, is somewhere in the middle of the end).

And because it takes a bit of youth in this article and rhythm, Boogie Love by Alexz Johnson the lyrics are weak but for once the rhythm and the voices are cool ... So now let's dance ^ ^

Gay Cruising Spots Baltimore Md.

Casper

I do not know if there are still people who hang around here, I must say that it's been a while since I have nothing written on my little space. In general I think it should be given to such absence an excuse as having worked all summer on a computer, I did not want to get back in the evening - is that true - or even with the license I did not head to this - is that is also true - and a thousand other things which explains my desertion, but the truth, the truth is that sometimes I feel the need to write, communicate, be part of something, even virtual. And sometimes I need not connect. I always write only for me, in my notebooks, filled with advice, quote, poetry and thought that will never be shared, and I still visit your blogs without leaving comments.

Yet today I again want to be with you, the vast web community, talk, and share. Then hope on your side, you always want to listen ^ ^

Today I will not make a film or literary magazine. I want to tell you about my summer. It was not particularly good nor bad elsewhere. I saw my friends, read very good books, good movies but for some things which are sealed my summer I really want to talk about here.

1 - The summer job:

The hardest job in the summer, it is often colleagues, in fact, more than the job itself uninteresting but never very hard in itself. I work in an office, open space as they say in English, or we had a dozen each work on our post, thank you for the noise elsewhere. IDUs present throughout the year are often people of a certain age who have a permanent contract because they believe themselves superior to you automatically think and be your leader. Other CSD are generally quite young students with whom I disagree often focus not tell us. I think this summer was the cake. It is surely proud to say but I was in lack of culture. IDUs who mostly had finished their study after the ferry, only talk about Johnny and other stars of Here, and CSD Secret Story, Guys and company. And me of course in the midst of all this, I was the nerd of service, which does not know the model Kardatruc, who says the words complicated (time consuming, really ...), which takes on the French (sometimes too is enough, I could not go to sit-you "& other horrors of the genre), who refuses tu people twice her age she does not know (like we are all friends, lalalaaaa not sorry, you're colleagues, I do not know, so I keep you, thank you), that does not pause every two minutes. The pain in the ass Full anything.

(not worth You insurrection for the fault, eh, it's a reference to the case of Omar Raddad eh;)) .

2 - Permit:

Since last August, I can link the hours and I do not really see improvement. Do not be fooled, I'm really zero. I can not look around, make my controls pretty quickly and I must admit, I'm bored. There are definitely more interesting in life ... But I think the worst (apart from the monitor makes me hours 40 minutes, 43 € for "Time" is more than 1 € per minute anyway, and that tells me that I would never be good ( huumm thank you the encouragement) is people who when they meet you, friends, families, colleagues, strangers ... can not help but ask ... "And then license??" Aaaaarhggg! Kidding me alone with it! I really feel too stupid when I go out an hour .. Tomorrow I'll still have to go, and can not help but think that with all the money I put into it (even a check of 215 € today ..), I could have the offer these gorgeous Jimmy Choo! (Houuuuuuuu the materialistic!)

3 - time to shit:

One weekend in the sea of the month of August, in the rain. Nothing else to say on this subject.

That enough complaints! I also had a great time this summer in the life and in culture.

I fell in love Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel (title shamelessly shortcut ) Shaffer and Barrows, I spent the summer of fun on Mr Farit Toys Story , I finally read Pride & Prejudice in English (yeah! in French as in English this book is definitely a wonder), I made lots of bargains during sales (I buy a small knot necklace so cute!), discovered a great series ( Glee! I love it! And Sonny with a Chance for the look of Sonny really nice too), I saw Nada Surf live and for a few minutes I had the impression of being Peyton (but I'm looking, Lucas was nowhere in sight lol), and still dozens of things extras.

That, I think this is the first time I talk about my life and just not another topic on this blog, its been a little weird, I'm not convinced that someone is reading all this!

To give a bit of cultural legitimacy to this post I'm going also attach one of the most beautiful poem of my knowledge . Some words to help make you be that you are, they touch your soul and your mind a little model. This one for me, is part of those.

"No Man is an Island, Entire of Itself; Every Man Is A Piece Of The Continent, a part of the Main; if a clod Be washed away by the sea, Europe Is The less, "as well as if a promontory Were," as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own Were, "any man's death Diminish me, Because I am Involved in Mankind; And Therefor never send to know for Whom the Bell Tolls, It Tolls for thee. "

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of all, if Sea carries a clod of earth, Europe is the less, as if the waves had washed away a promontory, the manor of thy friends or of thine; death of any man diminishes me, because I ' belong to mankind ; also never send to know for whom the bell tolls: it for you it sounds .

John Donne Devotions upon Emergent Occasio ns , 1624

And my song of the summer! (Which in fact are two ^ ^) And Nada Surf, obliged! (oraaange it's because summer is the sun;)).

(I love the lyrics of this song, very positive, my mantra for the summer!)



(this mix a guitar is really great, I can not help but dance to it!)



(because some songs are eternal)

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