September 28, 2012

never again the same

catherine @ 2:42 pm

Speaking of sunsets,
last night’s was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren’t supposed to frighten you, are
they?
Well, this one was terrifying.
People were screaming in the streets.
Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful.
It wasn’t natural.
One climax followed another and then another
until your knees went weak
and you couldn’t breathe.
The colors were definitely not of this world,
peaches dripping opium,
pandemonium of tangerines,
inferno of irises,
Plutonian emeralds,
all swirling and churning, swabbing,
like it was playing with us,
like we were nothing,
as if our whole lives were a preparation for this,
this for which nothing could have prepared us
and for which we could not have been less prepared.
The mockery of it all stung us bitterly.
And when it was finally over
we whimpered and cried and howled.
And then the streetlights came on as always
and we looked into one another’s eyes–
ancient caves with still pools
and those little transparent fish
who have never seen even one ray of light.
And the calm that returned to us
was not even our own.

James Tate, The Eternal Ones of the Dream

Filed under: poetry, poésie, stuff
September 13, 2011

rions un peu

catherine @ 9:40 pm

Suggestion de listes

  • Histoires pour rire
  • Les films qui m’ont fait le plus rire
  • Les situations qui m’ont fait le plus rire
  • Les personnes avec lesquelles je ris le mieux
  • Des traits d’humour que j’apprécie
  • Des idées pour « dérider » mon entourage

– « L’art des listes » (2007), page 177, Dominique Loreau, Éditions Marabout

January 3, 2008

a day in the life… and another and another and another…

catherine @ 9:30 pm

Some guy called Jonathan Keller from Motor City has been photographing his face every day for the last eight years and posting the photos on line. It is a strangely fascinating experiment if you are into that sort of thing and yet it is actually very ordinary somehow but for some reason I find his follow-through quite admirable.

He claims in the oft entertaining FAQ that the project will continue until the day he dies and that “only then will it be complete, and worth its true value”, though “unfortunately, [he] won’t ever see it finished”.

He has created a timelapse animation of the series called “Living my life faster” and it really is quite something to see though I must admit it almost triggered an odd epileptic seizure.

Aside from the hair (facial and otherwise), he has not changed much in the last eight years but I imagine that, if he can keep going (and, barring any unfortunate circumstances, I imagine he will), it will be kind of interesting to see the changes in the long term. Which I guess, or at least hope, is ultimately the point.

November 18, 2007

“think big, decide small”

catherine @ 1:21 pm

I do not read 37signals’ blog very often; it falls into the “blogs for work” category and there are so many of those, I usually have to limit my reading to the directly-related-to-what-I-am-working-on-right-now sub-category. Anyway, today I had more time and I found this little gem:

The problem with big decisions is that they’re hard to make and hard to change. And once you make one the tendency is to continue to believe you made the right decision even if you didn’t. Big decisions are full of Pride, Politics, Posturing, and Persuasion. Changing direction after making a big decision is admitting you made a big mistake. Humans don’t like admitting that — especially when jobs, careers, and mortgage payments are on the line.

And:

Making tiny decisions doesn’t mean you can’t make big plans or think big ideas. It just means that we believe the best way to achieve those big plans/dreams/ideas is one tiny decision at a time. Tiny decisions allow for easy course correction. Changing your mind about something small is a whole lot easier than changing your mind about something big. (…)

The last part talks about some unavoidable big decisions they had to make, blablabla, but the first few paragraphs are definitely the best advice I have come across in a while.

Filed under: divers, stuff
November 10, 2007

encore 25 dodos (more or less)

catherine @ 11:01 pm

In about three weeks, I will be getting the keys to my new appartment. And by new, I do not mean “brand-spanking” but just “next”. This will be my 13th appartment since I started living on my own at the tender age of 17 (and no, despite being a magnet for bad luck, I am not really superstitious). So, according to my calculator, that is an average of living 1.8 years in every appartment.

Ok, I will concede that spending less than two years in any given place may seem a bit euh, unstable but, not withstanding that as a child I moved around much more than that so I suspect this kind of runs in the immediate family, it is only an average. There were actually a couple of places I lived in up to three whole years (because I was probably in a relationship at the time) and some I did not make it past six months (because, you know, nothing says “get the fuck out now!” like cockroaches or redneck-drug-dealing-biker neighbours, among other things). Not that I have anything against rednecks, drug-dealers or bikers but having them all rolled up into one scary package and living in the appartment across the hall is kind of overwhelming.

Continue reading encore 25 dodos (more or less)

Filed under: change, changement, stuff
November 2, 2007

saturday, in the park

catherine @ 8:49 pm

Well, actually not in the park but at the third edition of BarCamp Montreal, held at la Société des arts technologiques on Saint-Laurent, which I personally find is a really crappy venue but hey, they have wi-fi and geeks just love their wi-fi, n’est-ce pas ?

I had been once before, I think it was for the first one I have been informed it was actually the second one, and I find the format euh, intriguing (kind of satisfying and kind of not but certainly different from what I am used to in my field where people can just go on and on and on when really, they could make their point in 10, 15 minutes or, more often than not, less).

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Filed under: BarCamp Montreal, stuff
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