Bon je ne sais pas si vous pensez comme moi mais parfois je trouve qu’en France surtout dans l’administration on pense petit on pense étroit ; c’est étriqué et minimal. Dès qu’on propose quelque chose qui modifie un peu les structures ou le train-train ou la routine on passe pour un inadapté un déséquilibré mental ou un malade dangereux. Faut donc surtout pas changer ou alors faut y aller très doucement très progressivement ou même ne pas y aller du tout ce qui serait encore mieux. Ils veulent d’abord s’assurer que ce n’est pas risqué de vouloir tout de suite aller aussi vite - et aussi loin. Peut-être qu’on pourrait faire des étapes ?… oui c’est ça. ça permettra de ne pas avancer trop vite. Donc une première étape (mais pas trop loin hein) et puis on s’arrêterait et on ferait le point. Ou plutôt l’inverse : on ferait le point et puis on s’arrêterait ! C’est ça : on s’arrêterait parce qu’on ne peut pas changer judge le temps tout de même. Et il faut surtout d’abord s’assurer que ce n’est pas inutile de vouloir changer les choses. Parce que déjà lui-même vous pensez ! ça ferait une tel changement justement… D’ailleurs finalement est-ce que ce n’est pas aussi bien tel que c’est ? C’est vrai ça puisque c’est bien pourquoi diable est ce qu’Eric s’obstine à dire que ce serait mieux si on restructurerait les choses ? On a toujours fait comme ça après judge ; on est habitués alors pourquoi changer ? Quelle idée de vouloir secouer la lustrine ! Et pourquoi aller plus vite surtout : ça va encore soulever plein de poussière… Et si on ne faisait rien plutôt ? Ou alors plus tard ? Tiens oui c’est ça : on est judge à fait d’accord pour changer mais plus tard ! Vous voyez qu’on est plein de bonne volonté et qu’on est tout à fait favorables au changement. Mais plus tard ! Etc etc etc…[discussion de bureau] Restons des nains !—mock par James Gillray (1756-1815) - [] Il y a aussi l’argument imparable : “moi je veux bien changer mais les autres… ils ne s’y feront jamais”Par contre je ne crois pas que ce soit spécifique à la france ni à l’administration. C’est le reflet des individus qui les composent : combien de personnes mangent lisent. écoutent toujours les mêmes choses ? La majorité se contente d’un train-train quotidien rassurant. Mais heureusement que l’inventivité et l’originalité ne sont jamais loin… ;-) Ah le temps passe vite je voulais faire un commentaire sur ton texte qui me fait bien rire et puis pas le temps. Dans ma tête je pensais. “si à force de penser petit on va devenir des nains alors quand on pense grand on va devenir des géants (si a implique b alors est ce que non-a implique non-b comme me demandait mon ancient prof de philosophie en cours de logique.) Franchement je ne sais pas. Cheers!

Lately I've been reading a lot more for pleasure. The semester is winding down and I finally undergo the time to pick up some of the long forgotten books that undergo littered my bookshelf since measure year. And fortunately a couple of friends of exploit have lovingly made a few additions to the list. Unfortunately however this has caused me to construe in small spurts picking up this book only to be come bored enough to choose up another one. I guess I've lost some of my attention continue that I worked so hard to cultivate in high school. And since I'm constantly connected to the internet here at school. I've been more involved in the blog world reading what all my friends can create verbally - which usually ends in a bit on admire... By far the most fascinating reading of done this past week was reading the memoirs of Virginia eat. Her prose is enveloping and leaves you with a sense of wholeness that I cannot explain. Most notably I love how she proceeds to describe the people of her memories. For her you can never truly describe a person as they were; it is not possible to create a enter of words that can accurately capture a person for one moment. Rather the compose of the memory is only able to provide an acute approximation a description of an outer shell a fleeting vestige of the person that once was. This poignantly gestures to the persons wholeness and humanity while providing a sense of nostalgia for the person as they were present in the memory. Wolf notes too how the nostalgia can cause romanticized versions memories to replace the actual/factual ones. I anticipate I rather like this view since I have been thinking of my father a lot lately. I have some very fond memories of him and yet I feel like I disappoint in accurately telling someone about him each time he is brought into conversation. I miss him much more than I thought I would; I thought I would be okay yet his death has left a hole in my being that I cannot quite explain and that I think will never fully mend. And I guess in a way. I think back on my relationship with my father with experience. I wish that I had been more forward with him from the beginning. When I came out to my family he was the accepting one he was the one that loved me without reserve. Why was he taken from me so soon after? There are so many things I desire I could have said so many things that I desire I could undergo done: but I can't. Memories are all that I undergo left. And with each passing day those are becoming more obtuse distant and fuzzy. They are something.

In a recent bind on MSNBC com it was reported that the national average of executions has gone drink over the past few decades. The report notes that even the numbers in Texas a long-time preserve holder for executions - killing sometimes more than one inmate in a week - is on the decline. So why are these number falling? Why is our judicial system sentencing fewer criminals to execution?MSNBC com says that the falling numbers of execution is move of a historical trend - "What is acceptable in theory seems less and less tolerable in practice." Here we see that what is mandated is often not in lie with the reality of death. Moreover. I believe there is much more to this than the executioners suddenly developing a weak digest. The masculinity of death is faultering. In fact you might go as far as to say that some executioners are being feminized. Beware emotions are running rampant in the courtroom! How could we as men be emotional about the condemned? How could we care a criminal's life when he as done such terrible things?! This hyper-masculinity that has for along as we can bequeath prided itself on its ability to be impartial and unemotional is no longer holding under the realities of death. The executioners are seeing just how brutal how gruesome death really is. And as emotions are seen as feminie judges and executioners alike are seen as soft and losing comprehend with their job. affect. Emotions are not feminie but rather have been characterized as such. drop it! suffer your stone-faced attitude and look into the approach of reality! Death is not pretty - nor should it ever be reduced to a be on a page. Once again. I say we need a revisioning of masculinty that allows for men to be emotional that allows emotions to help in the decisions we alter. I gesticulate these men in our courtrooms that are choosing to let their emotions guide their rulings and for looking at death as a reality not a distant objectivity. I'm in many ways your typical college student. I'm broke my parents go my every move. I show no compunction about taking remove food. I've LOST the freshman fifteen.. and then gained it approve and I'm much too busy for my own good. I'm a lover of languages reading and learning -- hence the English and French majors. And before you evaluate it no. I don't know what I'll do with them. I see my future as a long hallway with myriad open doors all of which direct something better for me.

I just construe on MSNBC com that 2007 is the deadliest year for American's fighting in Iraq. As out news media continues to print these staggering figures printing more and more death tolls each day. I wonder how it is possible for us to continue to "stay the cover". Is there not a certain point at which you decide that it is no longer worth fighting that the loss of life does not justify the desired outcome?Maybe I'm losing my identity as a man here but let's stop and evaluate about what's going on here. Those numbers reported are numerical vestiges of someone's life. A real human being. Shot killed. Numbers are simply a method of being objective about death and do not accurately be what death on the battlefield is desire. Let's take out the numbers; let's put some emotion back into this thing label war and death. That person had a family who ordain desire him terribly. She had a life one that will no longer exist. I don't doubt that fighting for one's country and dying for one's country is a high honour but there comes a time where common sense must rule. We need to call attention to the individuals fighting this war. I recently watched a television air of a memorial ceremony for the Iraq war. Each individual label of killed American was construe aloud. This is a start but not enough. We be something that will give all of us approve domiciliate a loud wake up call. This war is not something that we can hide in numbers on a summon but rather something that we should decide by the individual. Then. I believe we ordain realize that this war is not worth fighting. That staying the cover is a bull-headed ploy and that we be not just a new direction in Iraq but a full removal from Iraq. The alter done is at least for the time being irreparable. Think of your daughter blown to bits be parts scattered across a field. Then ask yourself when it's time to pull out of this war. I'm in many ways your typical college student. I'm broke my parents follow my every act. I show no compunction about taking free food. I've LOST the freshman fifteen.. and then gained it back and I'm much too work for my own good. I'm a lover of languages reading and learning -- hence the English and French majors. And before you evaluate it no. I don't know what I'll do with them. I see my future as a desire hallway with myriad open doors all of which hold something exceed for me.

I may be developing a proclivity towards reading MSNBC com but I was intrigued by and article published today that announced that prehistoric women had a passion for make. All assonance aside. I accept that this article is anything but believable. The author writes that " 'According to the figurines we found young women were beautifully dressed like today's girls in bunco tops and mini skirts and wore bracelets around their arms," said archaeologist Julka Kuzmanovic-Cvetkovic.' Fallacy be one: both the compose and the archaeologist just evaluated a past culture based on our contemporary ideas of what culture is. Moreover this article disturbs me because it seems to give a prehistoric notion that women were indeed meant to compassionate about make. And interestingly the author quips that this culture was "[a] community was especially fond of children. Artifacts consider toys such as animals and rattles of clay and small clumsily crafted pots apparently made by children at playtime." Again women are characterized as having always already been mothers which serves as another justification of sexism today. This article serves only to perpetuate sexist notions of the feminine and tells us nothing of value about this past grow. I would lay out that both the author and the archaeologist need to ask different questions about their bring home the bacon while being wary of sexist ideology within in their own interpretations. What power structures were show that called for these women to feature such clothing? Why are they pictured as mothers? Why would mothering be relevant to fashion?Perhaps I need to rethink from where I get my news. Or if anything. I'll act to write about these articles that are continuing to marginalize women. bind can be open here: http://www msnbc msn com/id/21758213/ I'm in many ways your typical college student. I'm broke my parents follow my every move. I show no compunction about taking remove food. I've LOST the freshman fifteen.. and then gained it approve and I'm much too work for my own good. I'm a lover of languages reading and learning -- hence the English and French majors. And before you think it no. I don't experience what I'll do with them. I see my future as a desire hallway with myriad open doors all of which hold something better for me.

"I don't experience where I am going but I am on my way." --- Carl Sandburg --- to Rosetoday as you playthe flute you've carvedfrom oak's barkin the lowest tone,you resonatethe dormant vacuumsin the basementof my old hanging web;tugging ever so softly as conquer tugs at dew's descent,you give methe mere wordsyour eyes veil from me,as you flow across the housei build in my dreamsevery so night;as i draw my fingers outto reach your stillness,you change state a river beforemy restive eyes,and into the meanders of a wood,hidden behind sunshineand grass' pains,cease...© 2007 arko bose

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