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Tout est parfait - souvenirs de l'EMS

Hello there forks bis, Today, let me start in French = english version is dispatched somewhere between the letters. Would you reshuffle it to make sense? Étant actuellement en vadrouille, je vais essayer de retranscrire quelques unes des expériences et enseignements de l'année passée - notamment du stage que j'ai effectué en EMS (EPHAD en France, maison de retraite médicalisée en non-acronyme). Depuis un certain moment coexistent dans mon esprit deux façons de considérer la personne. Il y a celle qui va de soi, que je ne vois que par l'autre, par négatif, qui est celle d'un héritage culturel : j'existe, je, lorraine, et je suis différente de toi, de vous. J'ai des préférences, une histoire, un corps, un métier, des opinions, des espoirs, tout ce que vous voulez. La preuve de mon existence? Je pense, certes, mais aussi je peux me déplacer, parler, agir, sans que d'autres approuvent ou sachent ou voient. Le matin quand je me réveille je ne me pose pas d...

The last Trump

Dear all, During the transition between last and this year - between the Obama administration and the new one - between a world that seems, in retrospect, to have been predictable and so easy to live in, before non-linear causality broke through in public discours (see Hypernormalisation for more on that), my grandfather died. I know, another important piece of information for the world wide web - the echo chamber of self-centeredness. It's not so much that he died that is worth writing about, it's that he was the last of his bataillon - of the French Free Forces. The last to have survived battles such as Bir-Hakeim, El Alamein, etc. He also was someone complex - and that's it. But with him disappears another member of this generation who fought and saw so much destruction at such young age. Of course, the level of unpredictability and the multiple alarming factors in our current world make the comparison with 1938 very easy. Some objective factors are there again, li...

The last Trump

Dear all, During the transition between last and this year - between the Obama administration and the new one - between a world that seems, in retrospect, to have been predictable and weirdly light, my grandfather died. I know, another important piece of information for the world wide web - the echo chamber of self-centeredness. It's not so much that he died that is worth writing about, it's that he was the last of his bataillon - of the French Free Forces. The last to have survived battles such as Bir-Hakeim, El Alamein, etc. The traces of the 2nd world war were real, embodied through him, and others, and he left a mark on many. With him disappears another member of this generation who fought and saw so much destruction at such young age. Of course, the level of unpredictability and the multiple alarming factors in our current world make the comparison with 1938 very easy. Yet, we must also think about how it's going to be different, you know, technology - or evolutio...

Uncensored - the rejected articles - for my overly brainy friends

Comment devenir un bon gourou – la force de l’exemple - un article non publié au ton exagérément cynique à destination de jeunes urbains confus et francophones Chers lecteurs. En ces temps de crise, de destruction méthodique de la planète et de propagation de l’homosexualité  de la force aveugle de l’avidité et de la souffrance, force est de constater qu’il n’y a plus de repères et que tout ceci va mal finir. Pour ne rien arranger, le chômage drague de plus en plus de monde, si bien que l’on finira tous par se vendre sur Airbnb, Uber et autres entreprises de *l’économie collaborative*. Heureusement pour vous, il y a une façon de se sortir de ces nasses de désespoir, voire de se reconvertir. Ça peut prendre du temps et être douloureux, mais, à terme, suivant le filin brûlant de la vérité, vous pouvez vous aussi devenir gourou - code ROME 13K47 – un être lucide qui ne ment pas . Le mot guru dans son sens originel sanskrit, qui signifie maître, enseignant, quelqu’un qui fa...