Why Was Rabies More Prevalent In Summer

Enki Burgundy

The traveling exhibition of Bilal "Two Minutes to stop" put his luggage in Le Creusot, which gave me the OCCAZ 'to ride in Burgundy. The two hundred works of Bilal exposed can touch the world of the tortured artist;

injured body-body TKA, flying tuna, blue hair, slender women; Mezières-yellow cabs driving above Astor Wines & Spirits. Memoirs Bosnians. Nike. Nikopol. Nike Pole?

And a tiny Totoro: MiniCat.

Top Five Personal adaptations of comics in Film:
1 - Ghost World;
2 - American Splendor;
3 - Akira;
4 - Sin City;
5 - Asterix Mission Cleopatra.

And some wasted opportunities rather: League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Immortal, SpiderMan, From Hell.

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Macadam Tribe Flashback

On the site of Macadam Tribus, the crazy cultural program on Radio-Can, Thomas Lynch, the author who inspired is six feet under in an interview. Qu'c'est what he has to say here (head) . On the menu, the tomb big mamma kitchen, the golfatorium , and the ghost of the father of T. Lynch.

An Face With Too Big Full Denture

It's completely stupid, but then I looked yesterday Hitch, a film to the intellectual content as thick as the diameter of the orbital electronic hydrogen atom, I found myself in a swoon before the skylines pictures Yorkers. The streets of Soho, the Financial District, Ellis Island. Earlier on France Inter, I heard a song from a small French still influenced by the metropolitan Montreal (genus: chu toutte Melle Montreal, Metro St. Laurent, I cry because my girlfriend too bad it will not Pantoute, la la la).

And here I am still very thoughtful. Damn, all these places are those that have printed my memory. While the scenes are still completely by myself Foreign. Repeat after me: "I live in Provence. That, and not the other. Move your ass. Move your ass."

Abandoned Apartment Letter

vs. Carrefour. Walmart

First post of 2006 and the first note written on the land of Clovis and Fernandel.

It's been two and a half months that I live in Provence. After living in the affluent suburb of NYC, I told myself it was now necessary to stretch my adventures with anthropological suburbs adjacent to Marseille. Not so far from Aix en Provence, either.

Canada has two solitudes-nations that share a territory that extends from the Pacific to the Atlantic. I realize that Provence also has two solitudes: one that holds the OM and Belsunce course, the other, Aix, head up, clings to its fountains and sulk the "assent" of Provence. It unfolds in twenty first arrondissement of Paris, just south of the valley of Chevreuse.

I settled in between, not wishing to speak either one or the other. In a no man's land not so bad, not so beautiful. A no man's land begins to look like every other no-man's land of France. This semi-rural area that now belongs to roundabouts, with extensive residential flats, and Saturdays Carrefour (Geant, Leclerc, Auchan, etc.., put here the name you want).

This afternoon, so I decided to survey the territory Geant-Casino in a place that has so many charms that RER C station, I called Plan de Campagne, to add to my villa deserted few small items of Chinese bill. But now, stuck in my titin Clio'91 between a 4x4 and a 405 smashed the wing on a roundabout for 45 minutes. Annoyed, I then abandoned the idea of participating in the Mass of consolation. I was tired tired tired.

France, a country of good manners, good wine, intellectual debates? Forget it. I think her attire was more hints of Taco Bell and MacDonald, hidden under layers Frenchified Confocastorama-style. She wears leather boots, has the same glasses as Paris Hilton and downloading tunes from 50 cents for the ringtone SFR.