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Showing posts with label news. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Transparence


Transparence de Marc Dugain.

Attention spoilers, et pour ceux qui sont pas contents, ils auront étaient prévenus!

Au menu:
Les transhumanistes, l'immortalité, les déviances de la pseudo-science, débat éthiques et religieux. Voilà les quelques ingrédients bien juteux pour faire un roman d'anticipation à la française.
Ajouter un soupçon d'intrigue policière et une héroïne mystérieuse.
Ficeler et bien mélanger le tout, avec une écriture dense, technique et concentrée.
Pour finir ce roman, une petite surprise qui sera à vous de découvrir en mangeant cette recette.

Friday, May 22, 2015

A month after...

 
3 weeks later, and it's almost a month since the shake. Every day we say "slowly life is getting back to normal"... normal, whatever that used to mean. But nothing is the same, everything is changed. Here, nothing will ever be the same again. No one knows what tomorrow will be, because today is simply enough to deal with. Keep the mind cool, outside it's hot, sticky hot. moonssoon is coming soon, the skin is sticky...

Thursday, May 07, 2015

...and life goes on...


 Meanwhile, in Pokhara, Lake side, life goes on as usual, except for a few détails. It's full season and there is very few people. The streets that usually carry plenty of tourists going paragliding are now empty, only a few cars and local buses passing once in a while. The restaurants are almost empty and in the sky, no body is flying. The trekking shops have no treekers around. In the next 2 weeks, the few tourists that stayed will soon leave. Few will come in. A new grafiti appeared on the wall and the days pass to the sounds of the speakers and the frogs. This year, it's going to be a very quiet season on this side of the lake...

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

What next?



"For how long can people give kilos of foods? I gave what I could, now I need to work and money to keep going" says my nepale friend as we talk about the current situation. They all know it will be a rough year for everyone here, the futur looks uncertain, even more than usual. This is the real question, how long will volunteers show full support, how long can people donate? For now, the kilos of supplies keep packing up direction the mountains. For now the kilos of food, tents, blankets, medical supplies keep on coming, but for how long is a question to ask. For now, it's wonderful to see all get together and help as best they can. But once the tons of supplies are distributed and once the donations slow down, the work will keep going on for a long time after. For those that know Nepal, we know the difficulties of the country, and they are deeply rooted in the political and religious system of the country. If the maoiste revolution threw out the last Hindu King (from muslam family, but shhhtttt, it's a secret;), since the revolution which was 10 years of civil war, the new governement did absolutely nothing of what it promessed during the revolution. Does this story sound familiar? Seems history has a tendency to repeat itself...same same...but diferent this time...

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Nepal tattoo

 
Rise Nepal.
 

On the 25th of April, I took the bus from Pokhara to Kathmandu for the 5th Nepal International Tattoo convention. Since the first one, I only missed one convention. In the tattoo world since a couple decades, I am not a convention type person. I only went to the Paris Mondial du tatouage a couple years ago, and to the Kathmandu conventions. I'd rather be in the privacy of the shops.
I remember the first one years ago. Thanks to Mohan Gurung's team, it was a week and more of nepale artist meeting each other for the first time. As tattoo is ancient tradition in Nepal, the modern tattoo world is just discovering it. Each year the convention becomes a meeting of old time freaks, long time travelers and of course plenty of tattoo artists. They meet in the Yak and Yeti hotel, a superb 5 star hotel on King's Road, filled with old photos of Once upon a time in Nepal. If the convention is filled with many buddhas, shivas, ganesh and other popular god figures, the modern touch shows it's way. People like Alchemink and Kenji Alucky with Black Ink Power represent amongst others the modern and ancient tattoo scene mixed together in the best of ways. The london based KaliTattoo studio has been present every year, with the scarcification and silicones implants. Many names pass through every year, and it is always a time to meet new friends and to enjoy some time with those that came from far to visit for the occasion. April is freak time in the city of a 1000 gods, Kathmandu, and this year sure was a special one...

Swoyambuh and mutu

Buddha eyes

 Swoyambhu: the Self made land.
According the legends here, the Kathmandu valley has already seen a few civilizations come and go. We would be on the 3rd one, some scriptures say. Each time, Manjushree, a god form being all of Buddhas wisdoms, takes her large sword and makes a whole through the mountain, letting the water out of the valley. The legends say that Swoyambhu is the first one to rise up from the lake. Geologist find the same result in rocks study. The valley has been Under water a few times already and rises again. Manjushree is the protector of the Kathmandu valley, and one could think it is a form to give to earthquakes that have regularly been shaking the valley 1000's of years. Swoyambhu sits on top of a hill, the damages are very serious. So bad, that a couple days ago, during Buddha's birth, death and enlightment day celebration, the temple was closed to the devotees.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

Durbar Square

 Siva Parvati temple still standing

Kathmandu's heart is broken, with it goes a part of nepale heart. This is what's left standing of Durbar Square, the ancient administrative center of the capital. Once upon a Time, we all sat on the step of temples enjoying a cup of chai, chit-chating with friends. Sitting on the red bricks steps, surrounded by so much history and beauty was simply daily life. How much of this UNESCO heritage will they be able to save? The buildings are cracked, very cracked. Much, way too much, will have to be destroyed in order to be rebuild. Once upon a time...

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Asu nepal

A pagoda
 
It's been a week since the Big Shake. As the fashion media effect is buzzing down on Nepal situation, the people are still there. It will take a long time to rebuild, to heal from this trauma. The political situation will also do it's own growing due to the events, but I'll keep politics away for now, as the immediate need is to organize the help. There are those that need help, and those that give help, but mostly everyone does what they can with what they can. Those that usually do nothing, still do nothing, and those that usually are active are double active. Seems that through life drama, we get to the chore of people...


Thursday, April 30, 2015

2072 nepal

 

They knew it was going to come. The big One they called it. Every 80 years or so, the earth shakes the ground as the mountains grow a bit. Every year in Kathmandu, it shakes a little, just a little, but no damage done. We get used to it, that's life, kie garne (what to do) they say in nepal. But this year was diferent. The scientist say that it's not over, but nobody knows when, it could be soon, it could be in a decade, no body knows, but it's enough to think deeply about life.
The day before the quake, I went to Kathmandu for the 5th international tattoo convention, which I have attended since the begining. Kathmandu was full of people, it's season time, and festivals bring much people during that time of the year. It was a normal morning, a normal type of day. We were having morning tea with a friend in Thamel, when the shaking started. Survival instinct kicks in automatically. As part of the roof falls in front of us crushing a passing car, we run inside next shop. A chinese couple holds each other, the lady cries, my friend and I hold each other hand, no panic, we stay put and let it pass. Nothing we can do, legs are like paralized by the tremors. A few seconds laters and the earth stops shaking, but our legs and hearts still shake. The car is empty, totally crushed, the driver ran out in time...

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The garden

 "The grass is not greener on the other side, it's green where you water it."

After my visit to the island, I went to the garden. I wanted to learn permaculture techniques, so I found a teacher and a garden to work in. The garden was huge and the teacher was a contemporary painter and a great gardener who has devoted 20 years of her life to make the garden what it is today. A quiet woman, she knew all the plants and gladly shared her knowledge with me. We have to be greatful for our teachers, and I thank this woman for being my permaculture teacher and friend, an amasing artist who I am glad and extremely lucky to have shared some time with. Her philosphy is simple and best: Art is life, Life is art. She knew I needed to put my hands in the earth, I wanted to be outside the whole day and make the body move. I wanted to hang out with the birds and drink fresh water. I needed to do Gaia Yoga, so in the garden I was...

Saturday, May 03, 2014

New chapter: seeds and salad

"But says Alice, if the world makes absolutely no sense, 
what keeps us from inventing one?"

I need fresh air. After 3 months of meditation, sitting in the same room, I need the body to get back in action. Fuck zen, fuck meditation, I ain't a monk, I join the world again and I need action. So I take the car, turn up the radio and I drive south. Direction: unknown. I first stop by some friends, the body wakes up. Dishes under the rain and wind, a bit of work in the garden, speak with a girlfriend, it feels good. A few days laters, back in the car for another friends visit. This time it's party time. We eat, drink and pass the joints. Wake up for more drinking, moments of smoky oblivion, time stops, it's artificial paradise. A few days are spent in perfect harmony with the sunsets. A night by the fire, we dance under the stars, we put our heads on drunken knees. It's good and that's enough. I make a tattoo, then 2, then 3, a bit of blood, we carve memories to better remember that it all will pass. We start building a new tippie, enjoy work together. 1,2,3 lift up that star for the roof on top of our heads.

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

41 years later




Once again, I passed another year. 41 years laters, and I am still here, even to my own surprise. For some, it’s old, for other’s it’s the beginning of life. For me, it’s a trip, and oh, what a trip it’s been. Around 40, we’re supposed to be grown ups, we should be adults as the books say. But I don’t believe everything that the book write and I am not quite sure what an adult is yet. So, for this time, let’s take a look at what those 41 years in this life has taught me and if I even learned anything...

Monday, April 08, 2013

Arts and tarts

 "It is better to travel well than to arrive." A Buddha



Paris Paris Paris, love hate, hate love, yes maybe no, it's another love story. The exploration of the city keeps going as the first spring sun rays pop up from behind the clouds. Some pray with colors, here we got chocolate eggs, rabbits and bells, everywhere nature is blooming again.
If I have not given any news for a while, it's because I have been writing in french on OrganiKarT. New test, new platform, bip bip, is anybody out there?
French english, english french, this question has been an interesting one for many years. What language to write in? So to answer this question equally, I decided to write in french when I feel like it, and in english when I feel like it, sometimes it's even nice to speak in franglish.

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Festival de glisse



This week end, we went to check out the Festival de Glisse International de Bercy. Located in the skate ring of park de Bercy, right in front of the Mitterand Bibliotheque, the festival is a 3 days fest of rollers, skate board and BMX bike competition. Starting at 10 am till 21 pm, the festival is 2 week ends in a row, the BMX show being on the last day.

Monday, March 04, 2013

Salon of Agriculture

Cows, ducks, horses, sheeps and goats, with a little litchis rum punch from the islands in Paris? Oh yes it's possible. This week end, we went to visit the Salon of Agriculture, at Porte de Versailles. The biggest show of this kind, the Salon happens once a year in Paris. This year was their 50 th birthday, so we went for a visit.

Ah! de l'aiguillette de canard, c'est bon!

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

OrganiKarT collection

New jewerly collection from Nepal at OrganiKarT

Bone skull malla.

Buddha and Om Mane Padme Om pendants, metal and stones.

Friday, February 08, 2013

La suite...

Il est temps que je consolide. c'est-à-dire, que j'organise mes écrits et photos. J'ai la mauvaise habitude de me disperser. Telle une abeille, je butine ici et là, je blogue, je test des plates-formes, bref je joue comme une enfant s'amusant avec le temps.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Nouvelles...



Cela fait un moment que je n'ai pas ecris. Un moment aussi que je n'ai pas etais sur ce blog. Je m'amuse un peu avec la nouvelle interface, je fais mes petits tests habituels, et je me lance. Une photo pour le top de la page, des rizieres a l'ouest du nepal. Il faudrait vraiment que j'organise mes ecrits, peintures et autres creations dans un coin, au lieu d'avoir des trucs ici et la. Enfin, cela viendra avec le temps, peut etre un jour a la retraite je prendrais le temps pour ranger ma vie. Je vois que la nouvelle interface a une correction d'orthographe, tres bien, cela me servira.

Novembre, l'hiver est la. J'ai un peu de temps a moi, je me retrouve seule, et cela me fait du bien. Les journees de Kathmandou sont pleines de soleil, rechauffant tout de sa chaleur, les nuits froides et bonnes sous une couverture epaisse. Ayant un peu de temps a moi, je me retrouve, me recentre comme on dit. Me demande quelle est la prochaine etape de ma vie, dans quelle direction aller, mais cela, je me le demande toujours.

Alors, je prends le temps de voir mes amis, mais surtout, je prends le temps de lire, quelques tentatives d'ecritures commencent meme a voir le jour, de regarder des films et d'etre tranquille. J'organise des photos, j'organise mes pensees, je flanne et je feniasse, bref, je me reconstruit un peu et ca fait du bien.

Pour premiers tests, publions ces quelques mots et continuons de jouer;)

Monday, February 28, 2011

New place

They say good things never come alone. As if a new shop, Funky Freaks, wasn't enough, we also got a new apartment.
Welcome to the new place.

2 little rooms, 1 kitchen and bathroom.
One bedroom and one living room where we can all eat. After 5 years of moving from room to room, it is much enjoyable to sit for a little while, wake up and make coffee or tea.

Here is Zen and Narkul making dinner.
The kitchen has a real sink, with running water, and gaz cooking. The bathroom even has gaz hot water.

The hallway to home...wawawouhhhh! Let's get cooking and relaxing:)

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Dead Bachelors in Remote China Still Find Wives

CHENJIAYUAN, China — For many Chinese, an ancestor is someone to honor, but also someone whose needs must be maintained. Families burn offerings of fake money or paper models of luxury cars in case an ancestor might need pocket change or a stylish ride in the netherworld.

But here in the parched canyons along the Yellow River known as the Loess Plateau, some parents with dead bachelor sons will go a step further. To ensure a son’s contentment in the afterlife, some grieving parents will search for a dead woman to be his bride and, once a corpse is obtained, bury the pair together as a married couple.

The rural folk custom, startling to Western sensibilities, is known as minghun, or afterlife marriage. Scholars who have studied it say it is rooted in the Chinese form of ancestor worship, which holds that people continue to exist after death and that the living are obligated to tend to their wants — or risk the consequences. Traditional Chinese beliefs also hold that an unmarried life is incomplete, which is why some parents worry that an unmarried dead son may be an unhappy one.

In some villages, a son is eligible for such a spouse if he is 12 or older when he dies. None of the people interviewed considered the custom shameful or overly macabre. Instead, it was described as a parental duty to a lost child that reflected Confucian values about loyalty to family.

“Parents have a sense of responsibility for their son,” said one woman, Li Yinlan. She said she had attended ceremonies where the coffins were placed side by side and musicians played a dirge. “They have this custom everywhere,” she said of her region.

The Communist Party has tried, with mixed success, to stamp out beliefs it considers to be superstition. But the continued practice of the ancient custom in the Loess Plateau is a testament to the region’s extreme isolation. In other parts of rural China, it is difficult to know how often, if at all, the custom is followed.

for full article go here.