A few pics...

...in relation with the previous entry:


High school memories


High School/College stories


College/Work treasures


Reading a few comments below, I realise how I can get all emotional about a book I like, or dislike. More than with movies, or even facts of life.....

Bookshelves and other thoughts.

It is always dangerous to wake up one morning, and then decide: okay, today I gonna put some order in my bookshelves. Too many stories that, beyond the printed words, have such more tale to tell. In general I can recall where I bought this book, why, where did I open its pages for the first time. Some books are about 20 years old.

Children stories I picked out from my mom's shelves. They actually are the only books she ever owned ever. Thing is, my folks are not book persons, and all I discovered was, so to speak, all by myself. Then, add some more kids book, "grown up "ones without images. They all now stand indisturbed in an old dish cupboard, up there in the attic. I seldom go there anymore, because I am afraid of ferrets (a common thing in old houses), and because seeing myself at 8, 9 year old, back there in our former house, former room is a thing i cannot take.

Then, back to current floor. Most of it, fiction stories, where good and bad books stand together with Russian dictionaries and a Catholic Bible. Here's the main shelf, standing in the middle of the room (thus making some convenient wall) with its Russian litterature (only for decoration, I have a rejection for it since the end of College), Japanese litterature, Tolkien, Stephen King, and some other misc. fictions, Harry Potter included. Also the diary of Anais Nin, and some Simone de Beauvoir. Nicola Sirkis' novels together with Kurt Cobain's diary. Rachel's tears, and gone with the Wind.

Behind this one, in between two doors (my room has three doors, and three windows), lies the comic section (the adventures of Tintin, completed), manga's (the third of 'em all), the Dragonlance serie, and a few DVDs. I am not much of a film person, I think I read more all in all.

And finally, the pristine sanctuary, leaning against the opposite wall: My first Bookshelve, the one my dad made (well actually, all bookshelves are made my dad, but this one was the very first, what a symbol). There lies all the French classics that acompanied my Highschool years. Hugo, Zola, Druon, Sade, Sartre, Pennac, Baudelaire, Proust, Flaubert, Voltaire, Yourcenar, Duras, Celine, Laclos, Labro; Stendhal, writers that had me love the beauty of a written sentence, and also taking the measure of my own limits (pretty limited ^^). Together with them, Auster, Eco, Goethe, Kundera, and later on, Dickens, Bronte, Alcott or Salinger...

And in the bottom of the shelf, a paperback copy of "Da Vinci Code", abandoned on chapter 99, out of boredom, I remember, about 2 years ago. The strange thing is that I can never give a book, or dump it, even if I hated it. Same goes with Sade's 120 journées de Sodome or Hugo's Quatre-Vingt Treize. Or some other books reminding me too painfully of persons I wish I could forget, but can't.

There's a mistery with bookshelves I cannot help but like: like a living memory, it keeps track of all my secrets, desires, or unspeakable thoughts, only know to me, and to those silent pages. A way to remind myself that's where I came from. And most of the time, no one but me know the importance of that "useless stack of faded paper".



And, as usual, the mess is still there: think I'll need another day to tide it up again.

Lame Joke

- why is WinAmp the sexiest MP3 player in the world?

- because it has an "always on top" (ctrl+A) option ...

*giggles*

Da Vinci Hoax

Da Vinci Hoax, the link here,
and another interesting link here

It only comfort me in the thought that this book is nothing but Bullsh!t.

False descriptions (Mister Brown didn't even checked the reality of what he wrote: believe it or not, but, for example, his description of the Saint-Sulpice church is absolutely inaccurate, looks like he didn't even check Google to at least get an accurate picture, or historical facts. Wait, 'till I get even more serious links to develop my ideas.

Not even talking about the Holy Grail thing, or the Maria Magdalene one, theories that have been written about aaaaaaaaaaaaaages ago, and 100 times better that this Joker. I am passionate about all things esoteric, religious or historical: believe me, any encyclopedia is much more worth a reading....

do I add my 2 cents to what is, in fact, nothing but a marketing coup?

I think that, to face the overall praising feeling ("have you read DaVinci Code? OMG that was totally AWESOME!!"), I feel like saying out loud that this book, beside the fact that it is a bore to read (and yes, I read it in English), is nothing more but a compilation of truncated truths, and bad thriller effects. And to those arguing that I am a poor writer myself, I will reply that I read enough books so far, to know what a good opus is (ever read "The name of the rose?" by Umberto Eco? Now THAT is a good book).

Congratulations, Mister Brown, you found the way how to ear a lot of money out of the people's credulity and lack of culture. Now, can you refund me the 11 euros I spent on your crap?


This said, I'd be happy to read comments by people loving this book. I really would like to understand what you are finding so great about it all....

And I promise I won't flame you

seems like maison ikkoku has been retired from the editor's catalog..

reason?

either a lagal copyright one (the retailer explained that sometimes, the JApanese authors give a copyright for a fixed amount of years)

or the fact that the serie wasn'tr selling well...




so i chosen "Dragon Head" instead, I need to use my 35 euros credit anyway, and this, before i leave my office place....

the bookstore is at 2 minutes from there.....

Maison Ikkoku

Decided to read that manga....

It's been one of my first anime, back in the 90's, and I have a tenderness for that serie...






Aside from that, i am pissed off beyond recognition, don't even ask why.

The sum of it all

I am counting the days left working at my current office. Exactly 14. Then, I take the whole month of June as holiday. Doing nothing but forget about the tenants, the files, the problems, the toilet paper incidents, everything. Then , on June 11, I go abroad to reach my Monmon's arms.

And after that, well, we'll think about our future in the most useful way.

I want barbecues in the garden. I want to be with my family, since my friends are all abroad. I want idle times reading, or doing crosswords. I want to occupy my mind to anything, but work. Living that work life is like having a permanent stress over my shoulder. I am not a naive person, I know that any business place is like that, even worse, sometimes. I just do not have the physical strength to cope with everything now.

I honestly think I am dealing with a lot of stuff, and not that bad, all in all. I am semi independent, I can deal with a money budget easily, I am an all-task assistant (from phone calls to fixing the Xerox machine), and on top of that, I am a mod at a forum (a task I am taking too much at heart, sometimes, good thing there's the Tech team I can rely on...)

I wanna get a life all by myself and my fiance. I want us to be together, and having a life. I am scared about the future of my parents too. I know they are craving to leave to France, bt I feem like I am the only obstacle to their dream and it is eating me away, too... Plus they are now renting the house we live in, and I am afraid we might get expelled some day or other..(you never know with the landlords...)

I know some people are thinking I am a fool, that living a long distance relationship will lead me nowhere. It's been one year and a half now, and all I can say is that the people who know me told me I had changed. That I was happier, quieter, in a way, better. But then again, listen to everything that people say, and you would never do anything of your own life.

Just do what you think is right, and be at peace with your conscience. And if the persons disagree, well so be it. It work that way on a forum, so it is in real life.

Some call me an idealist, I know. But without ideals, you are condemmned to endlessly follow the general opinion, caught forever in cliches and deja-vu attitude. I will never be an exceptional person, but at least, I can tell that my choices were my owns.

Cadence Mystery

My headphones died today, which prevents me from listening to my favourites web radio's.

And, too bad, the cable of my MP3 player is way too short to supply for the loss. (The tower being underneath my desk, I am so craving for a laptop)....

Which makes me enjoy the silence, overwhelming in that office that goes slowlier and slowlier, as days pass... so I do crosswords a lot (I am passionate with it, but my mind frame is not as witty as to switch to the highest levels), or any word games I can stumble across... I do Sudoku too, now that I got the trick, it amuses me to no end.... Talking about crosswords, I had the weirdest surprise yesterday...I bougth a new crossword revue, the kind of small one, able to hold in my purse.... I didn't check it, as usual, but when I opened it.... i realized that about 20 pages are missing. And that an unknown hand has filled a crossword, at page 19..... Hey that's no fair I thought...

I imagined myself rushing back to the vendor, hurling the revue at his head, screaming, "gimme my money back!" what would be the use anyway, I couldn't prove anything... So I kept it all, and started doing crosswords too, with that unknown handwriting accompanying me.... the person has a nervous writing, and filled the game with no pain: no blurts no erasing, all is neat and tidy...

Is it the vendor himself? Or some thief, who filled the games, then replaced the revue back on the store?

My fantasy mind cannot help imagining the weirdest explanations, it's like having someone watching you over the shoulder... I am just annoyed that the person (supposedly) remove the index pages...I woudln't have minded keeping his/her own games, all in all...