Few novels have influenced the social and emotional outcomes as did the famous novel by Victor Hugo, Les Misérables. Indeed, the latter, however, pacing carefully and moult convolutions life of one man, Jean Valjean, has a flowering aspects, fully human and areas characterized by something register the occult aspects of world of mystery. It is to these aspects that we will try to hold on to in this brief analysis. But before you start it must be stressed a key point: the subordination of the field of the social realm of belief. In fact, the office is largely influenced and even founded by Believing broad field and in which you can store religions and superstitions. And who better than Monseigneur Myriel is this strange sphere even this territory almost unattainable what the religious? We will try, through our analysis, to understand the religious figure in Les Miserables. To do this, we will try to accurately capture the essence of the character of Bishop Myriel and find the nature of belief advocated in this novel.
First, we must emphasize that the nineteenth century was a wealth of political experience to the century France as well as many European powers. However, the emergence of these political experience has almost always meant the defeat and sidelining of religion. Thus, in order to fill this gap, this ontological gap, it took somehow injected into the company something of the order of religious, something within a global community ethic like at any point, or nearly necessary, the requirements of the religion. In other words, the disappearance of Truth creates the appearance of a legal, more or less valid in the long term, but often accepted by common sense. It can be said that Bishop Myriel clearly embodies the moral, the discovery of a god to the main protagonist. It is true that Bishop Myriel brand, we can not contradict, a new stage, a profound change, a sort of metamorphosis itself to Jean Valjean but leads point to complete happiness, full realization, death looming down the road, a physical death without a real affirmation of the world live in the world of Existed. But do not we abluons in a stream too Platonic and rather try to observe the concrete steps of the life of the main character, before, during and after his meeting with Monsignor Myriel. If we look a little closer, we can see that the life of Jean Valjean before meeting with this priest, was a life under the sign of the fault, at least in the legal sense, to the extent that the Act prohibits a strictly theft, regardless of its nature and scope. In addition, he met one night of hunger, a cold night, with Monseigneur Myriel, already marked by the appearance of not without pathos heterodox spots. Indeed, it is in the nature of the right to enjoy a well when it is in need man. It would be unfair to say that accepting meals Monseigneur Myriel, Jean Valjean which thank god he does not believe and which he does not believe either in the future. Instead, he will adore a determined human and therefore included in the final goodness.
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I think l’ve been Word Pressganged – No, l’m sure l’ve been Word Pressganged. One minute l was securely sailing along in my own little world without too many cares or worries – dabbling with brush, crayon and camera for my own gratutitous pleasure – Then suddenly, bang, the WordPress Gang get in my head and hijack untold hours of my life that are now dedicated to producing not only one blog but three. One dedicated to life in France, CORKS&WALKS, for the website Angloinfo, this one, which is giving me the greatest pleasure and the third where l am attempting to write, with some difficulty, a piece of modern crime fiction/fantasy.
I do not remember the exact moment, or circumstances in which l was Shanghaied by them but l know my life is not the same. I am addicted to my little Canon camera and iPhone and look at everything as though through a lens seeking the perfectly framed photo, l listen more intently to others and read, with an insatiable appetite, about art, literature, the human condition and my grand passions wine, golf and France..
Although l sense l have arrived in this place against my will l know l am really enjoying the experience and perhaps being Word Press-ganged is not such a bad thing after all.
(All the photographs, artwork, other images and text in this blog are copyright and cannot be reproduced without my written permission – You never know, if you ask, l might even say yes)
- Three quarters of cave paintings were ‘made by women’ (itv.com)
- Women leave sign that they were Stone Age cave artists (thetimes.co.uk)
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NYFW Show Review: Moschino
SO. Long time no talk. I got sick so I really didn’t feel like doing much all of last week. I’m feeling so much better today though, and I even wrote a little post schedule for my blog, so now I will be uploading articles more regularly. I also watched New York Fashion Week Spring 2014 on my computer every day after school last week and am so excited to write about it. I have decided to begin my (lets be honest here these will all be) rants about NYFW today with the Moschino line, one of my favorites this year. May the ranting commence!
Ok these first two looks are such a masterful blend of hard and soft, of gold chains and frilly ruffles. I can’t help falling in love with the Black/White Swan feel to these garments. Also, I find it so interesting how both models are wearing completely different pieces yet at the same time the looks are coherent.
Ok sorry for not writing for a while, but I have been busy moving to France. I will now proceed to tell you about how that has been. Holy moly. I have no other words to describe my feelings right now. Holy moly. Everything is just ever so exciting and it is so beautiful here. After meeting my new classmates in Boston, I flew to France and moved into my new host family’s house. My family is so kind and they made me crepes on Saturday with lemon juice and sugar, so I mean what’s not to love.
This past week its been all orientation at my American school and guess what I made a friend today. Her name is Sydney and she lives in New York. I want to live there one day, so its nice to hear about it. After school, we walked to the bakery down the street from our school and ate croissants. It was a pretty good day. I also ran by the canal by my house. There are lily pads and flowers and trees everywhere its the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. My life is temporarily perfect. And it will be until Thursday because that’s when classes actually start and I will have to do homework bleh. I also forgot to mention that a lot of my classmates are interested in fashion. I’m kind of scared to tell them about this blog though because I’m worried they might think its strange or something. I know I shouldn’t care what other people think about me but I do. I’ll tell them all eventually and maybe some people would want to take pictures with me who knows. Ok wow I just reread this article and it sounds like some sort of awkward diary entry. I’m aware. I’m a nerd.
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Catching up with winston wolfrider | Challenged myself to travel 4000 miles across the USA on a budget of £2k for World Land Trust.
The adventure around Malawi was the first time Mother and Sister Wolfrider and I had been on a holiday together in over 20 years. The last time, Pappa Wolfrider was also present and it was a short weekend trip to northern France; where I lived for while as a child and where Sister Wolfrider was hatched. Apparently we bought her from the hypermarket, Mammoth, later she questioned this but we kept up the pretence. It’s where babies came from in France, everyone knows that. It was a blissful experience for my sister and I to join Mother Wolfrider on her first time south of the equator! At the age of, well, a healthy a age…I think she expected a fanfare, or at least a short message from the flight deck announcing our passing over the invisible line. I hadn’t realised that it was such a momentous occasion for her and in fact, I think I was asleep. If I had known, I at least would have packed a celebratory box of Maltesers!
I don’t think the Maltesers would have come close to the unforgettable experience that she had with her offspring, when fifty elephants entered our camp. You always dream of having the kind of experiences on safari that really are something to write home about. The three swiss chaps that went to the same spot as us just the week before didn’t see a single elephant and the highlight of their trip, we were told, was killing their own chicken before dinner – something they had apparently never done and I think they found the whole experience of killing and eating something, a rather humbling and important one.
So, within 30 seconds of entering Vwaza National Park in the north-west territory of Malawi, bordering Zambia, we were met with not just one, but two, massively oversized, humongous, healthy looking, great big backsides. Giant African elephant bottoms were staring us in the face from the bush. Quietly stationary, we gazed at what possibly were the largest arses we have ever seen. They then silently disappeared into the foliage. Amazing.
We slowly set up camp. Slowly, mainly because there were dozens of lazy hippo, warthog families, baboon babies, diverse bird life and various members of the antelope family wandering around the watering hole where we had just pitched up to. Putting up a tent wasn’t a priority when things like cracking open a bottle of gin, pondering dinner menus and hogging the binoculars were far more essential. We did however, manage to erect together a couple of tents, untidily throw our belongings inside and then methodically work through more important duties…”binocularing” and gazing at the earths most erotic of creatures, the hippo – what? Such healthy curves…
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27 Friday, September 2013
- Les Misérables and the Death Grip of Works-Based Worldviews (str.typepad.com)
- Review of Les Miserable! (queenslogic.com)
- ‘Les Miserables’ @ Cohoes Music Hall (timesunion.com)
- In the Sewer with Jean Valjean (debbie740.wordpress.com)
- The Creator of Veronica Mars Is Doing a Modern-Day Les Misérables TV Show For Fox (themarysue.com)
Looking For The Summer!
Coloured wigs, chocolate crepes and worldwide Adventures
Since I was a child I would wrinkle my nose in distrust when I heard “I have a surprise for you”. By the very nature of a surprise they always come when you least expect them and you are caught unprepared. For me, I really didn’t enjoy this feeling of apprehension and not every surprise proved to be a pleasant one. Over the years, I tried to train myself so that nothing could surprise me anymore. I had built enough experience and faced enough weird and wonderful situations that I believed I had learned what to expect from people and life in general and there was nothing that could catch me unawares.
By doing this however, I realise now, I was setting myself up for the biggest surprise of all – LIFE. I forgot how unpredictable it can be and that no matter how much I calculated or planned down to the smallest detail, I could never predict the actions of other people.
Then, one day in February, I found myself one late Friday evening on the steps of a hospital in a country to which I had moved only 3 months before. A country with a completely different culture from my native Romania. For me, Dubai was a place where I was a foreigner, a stranger, who had as many friends and confidants as I had fingers on one hand.
Yet, there I was, holding in my hand a result of my first biopsy, a result that to my surprise and my terror, read “cancer suspicious”.
Neither I, nor my flat-mate, Elena, one of my few close friends in Dubai who had come along with me to receive the results, had any idea where I could ask for guidance. So, in tears and in a moment of panic, I grabbed the phone and I called my director Jerome, the only man that I could think of that could help me with some advice. He was literally the only person I knew in the whole country who had more experience of the place than me. I never expected for a moment that after this conversation, this man was going to be by my side all the way through the rest of my diagnosis.
In the hardest time of my life, when I didn’t have my family or friends, the people I trusted and held close to my soul, it turned out that he, a man I had only worked with for 3 months, was the person who supported me. Jerome gave me courage and strength when I felt helpless and terrified. He simply would not let me forget that I am a strong woman and a fighter and he offered me a shoulder to cry on when I just couldn’t hold back tears anymore. In the morning, after the results of the 2nd biopsy to confirm the suspicions were finalised, my doctor told me the diagnosis. Cancer was confirmed.
I felt like the world was crumbling around me. I was 32, healthy, didn’t smoke or drink, went to the gym 5-6 times a week, ate good organic foods – was this really me they were talking about? How could this be me? I was completely lost! But there was Jerome, he was holding my hand and wiping tears from my cheeks. He was my boss, we had nothing other than a business relationship, we did not go out together partying after work, we just worked with each other and he was absolutely the last person I would have thought to be there for me at a time like this.
Unexpected, unpredictable and unforgettable are the only words that come to mind when I recall that moment.
Jerome (though his modesty will hate that I write this) is a tall, handsome, dark haired and blue eyed Frenchman, with a penchant for good suits and silk ties. I never told him, but the (female) Hospital staff were often joking, asking could I always bring him with me as they like mornings when they can see a “beautiful man with a sexy French accent”. I always laughed, to me, he was my boss! Even when he helped me out and stuck by me, he was just “Jerome”. It always made me smile to see the staff at the hospital giggling like schoolgirls because of him.
I met wonderful people in this hospital, being one of the few in Dubai that had a breast cancer specialist. I was lucky to meet my doctor, Dr Sama, a lovely Arabic woman with whom I had a connection that I never thought possible between a doctor and a patient.
She helped me every step of the way, closely following the procedure to diagnose me, while trying to apply as many discounts as possible. My health insurance had by this point, refused to cover any cancer treatments and further diagnostics, as a result I was paying for each procedure (and still am). Every day she was trying to find options for my treatment and surgery because at that time I had no way to afford the treatment I needed.
Above all of this, she gave me warmth and hope. I found in her more than just a great doctor, I found incredible support. She was already the mother of 2 kids of her own, yet she hugged me and kissed me like I was her own child every time she saw I was struggling to cope. This woman, who I met as a patient 2 months before, was in tears when I told her I would be going to France because I had managed to find an affordable option there for my treatment. She cried tears of joy that I had found a way to treat the cancer, but surprisingly also of sadness because she couldn’t do more for me and felt helpless.
Unexpected, unpredictable and unforgettable are the words that come again into my mind when I think of this woman who played such an important a role in my life. I hope she knows just how much she truly DID help me.
I was lucky and surprised in the last 6 months, since the marathon of hospitals and treatments started, to meet incredible people, people who were strangers to me but that helped me and supported me emotionally, physically and financially. Strangers and friends alike gave me strength and courage, made me smile and kept me positive. People who were already close friends, relatives, colleagues, people I had met only occasionally and people who didn’t know me at all, who hadn’t seen me or ever had spoken to me…all of these types of people were with me all the way.
Sadly, there is an ugly reverse side to this coin. The unpredictable surprised me when some of my close friends, people I felt were very close to my heart, or even considered as family to me, chose to turn their heads, forget the times that we had together and stay away. I was shocked and hurt by this, but the comfort I took was that, for each “friend” who decided not to help, there was a stranger waiting to show support.
I guess I learned that life is completely unpredictable, that you can make your calculations and “expect the unexpected” but you will never know, or have control over, how the fates conspire and can change from day to day. I learned that life’s surprises are even more intense when you believe, as I did, that there is nothing that can surprise you.
In the words of Gabriel Garcia Marquez:
“There will always be people who will hurt you, so you need to keep your confidence and be more careful in whom you trust the second time”
This is true, but the part that Marquez forgets to mention, is that there will always be people who will make your soul happy, give you hope and will make you smile when you feel like giving up. Even if you never knew them beforehand, or would have ever in your wildest dreams, expected them to step up!
People say you lose your hair when you have chemo, which is true, it does fall out, but I’m now the proud owner of 4 different wigs, so I definitely have more hair now than when I started. There are a couple of ways you can handle this situation: you can choose to see the bright side and move forward smiling; or you can let it drag you down and create an uncomfortable and depressive frame of mind. Going through chemotherapy has plenty of challenges without adding extra stress, so I tried very hard to take the hair loss in my stride.
For women, hair will always be a very important and sensitive subject. Often, women’s hair is a representation of our style and our image. It’s a huge part of our self-confidence and its linked heavily to our ability to feel good about ourselves when we go out with friends, or our partners or to events like weddings and special celebrations. Every time we feel like we need a change, to feel beautiful or sexy we try a new color, a new haircut or evena radical new hairstyle. If we feel that we need a treat or simply the need to disconnect from everyday life, we can go to a beauty salon. We spend hours of time and huge amounts of money to style and maintain our hair, keeping it looking great at all times. I was definitely in the category of women who loved to go to beauty salons as often as possible, spending a few hours each time seeking to change something in my look. Having long, thick, dark and very curly hair it was easy for me to be creative with it and I always enjoyed the ability to change my look and surprise my friends. I loved my hair and I never asked myself what I would do if one day I would no longer have it. That was,until the day I was told that I would lose my hair in the first 2 weeks of treatment. To my surprise I received this news unexpectedly well, my first thought was, “so what? Hair grows back, could you just get rid of the cancer please?” I would often say to friends and my doctors that losing my hair was the very least of my problems.
As soon as I left the doctor’s office I told my boyfriend, Gordon, who accompanied me, we were going to find a hairdresser to cut it short, as a first step. I chose what, for me, would normally be a very weird haircut. Straight, short and choppy at the back getting a bit longer at the front falling down to around my chin. I knew would last only two weeks, so if I hated it, there was no big problem, but to both our surprise it suited me incredibly well. I found this very funny because I would never have had the courage to go for a look so drastically different under normal circumstances. I didn’t hesitate for a moment, I sat in the chair and I told the hairdresser what I was looking for. She looked shocked and she insisted on asking me if I am 100% sure I want something so short, as it will be a radical change.
My transition haircut proved to be a very good idea which first helped me to get used to the idea of losing my hair and second reduced the visual impact when it actually started to happen. Although I was feeling comfortable mentally and didn’t feel like I had any issues accepting the idea of not having my hair for a while, when I found myself in the situation of running my hand through my own hair and seeing far too many strands between my fingers, I started to feel much less brave. It took me two days to be able to say out loud “I’m losing my hair”. Gordon confessed he had already noticed from the start, but he said nothing and let me bring up the subject when I felt comfortable doing it. He didn’t point it out to me because he knew I was already aware, but that I was just struggling a little to admit it to myself. He gave me courage and reminded me that beauty does not depend on how long or short my hair is. He told me I was beautiful regardless. I didn’t want to just wait and see it all fall out naturally so I asked him to help me cut it all right down to a number 1 crop. It wasn’t an easy thing to do for either of us. Obviously cutting off all your girlfriend’s hair is not an everyday thing to do and at the same time I was thinking nervously about how I’ll look with a bald head. As tough as this moment sounds, I still keep a special memory of that day, the first lock of my hair that Gordon cut. He knotted it and sealed it with a gold wax stamp on a piece of letter paper, on which he had written some beautiful words to remind me how strong and beautiful I am. I still find it incredible how he managed to turn what should have been quite a painful memory, into a special one that I actually smile when I think of. He said the letter with the lock of hair is to remind me how brave I had been and how it will grow back in time once I’ve done what I need to do.
All patients with whom I spoke in the clinic told me how hard it was to lose their hair, some even said that this news had upset them even more than the diagnosis itself. They were trying to prepare me for the nightmare moment when it would happen and I would be distraught and horrified.They are always surprised when I tell them how I faced it head on and that I’m now wearing a wig. Yes, I’m wearing a wig, a half natural hair, half artificial one which boasts a very similar hair style to the one I used to have when I got my curly hair straightened, even the color is similar. It looks so natural that it’s very hard to notice that it is “fake hair” (as I like to call it). To my amusement I was really surprised to be told, and not only on one occasion, that I have a very beautiful hair. It always made me smile saying thank you, thinking to myself, yes I do, but it isn’t mine!
In France, people undergoing chemotherapy treatment have the cost of the wig reimbursed by health insurance, as a result, they are very expensive to buy. My “normal”, every day wig I found in a small shop in Paris, where my friend Linda took me. Linda’s mum had breast cancer 5 years ago and she has been a great source of honest advice all the way through my treatment. It was a store with incredibly affordable prices, good quality and a wide variety of styles. We enjoyed strict privacy during the testing, having a very comfortable room to ourselves. We studied, without being disturbed, all the catalogs and I tried at least 10 styles, lengths and colours (sorry, I promise, I am not advertising for them!!!). I must admit that as soon as I walked into that room, as welcoming as they had tried to make it, I felt my stomach empty. I stared at Linda and I said “I did not expect to feel this strange”. She didn’t let me fall into this trap and started to distract me by recommending wild shades of red. We started to laugh and joke, playing with the different models we were shown. Besides the wig I also picked a purple headscarf, which reminded me of the beautiful scarfs worn by the Arabic women in Dubai, and a strengthening gel for eyelashes which proved to be a very good suggestion from Linda. At least, my eyelashes haven’t fallen out so, it must have been. After a few hours in the shop, we lost ourselves in a walk through the streets of Paris, continuing to laugh and telling stories. By now I had totally forgotten about that first feeling I had in the room and was just immersed in the enjoyable company of an amazing friend who always helps remind me what a strong woman I am.
News and reviews from around the corner to across the world
Hello – I’m Dina Ross and this blog will share news and interviews about the world of books from around the corner to across the world.
I’m an arts journalist who has produced and presented programmes for BBC radio and I’ve also contributed as a feature writer and critic for many publications including The Sunday Times, The Age and Good Reading magazine.
There are so many book blogs around, why start a new one? Well, for a start, I hope the link to my monthly books programme will be of interest to readers: I love to interview authors in person and find out what inspires them and discover more about their books.
Initially, this blog was going to be called Page Turners, to match my radio show: but I discovered dozens of Page Turners book blogs out there in cyberspace (so much for being original….) However, Books Now! was free: simple, to the point. Just how I like it.
Which brings me to the Books Now! style. I hope this blog will be intelligent, without being overly academic. I’m a voracious and eclectic reader and enjoy sharing my passion for books, but I’ll never patronise – or dumb down either.
Books Now! will focus on writing national and international. Several book blogs concentrate on Australian fiction and they do so very well. But I’d like this to be a melting pot. Basically, if a book interests me, it will find its way onto these pages and into the programme. I do have a penchant for fiction, but I’ll try and broaden subject matter out to appeal to a wide readership.
Do feel free to comment and let me know about the books you love. I look forward to the journey.
Books Now! is now on holiday and my next post will be (flights permitting) on 28 July.
In the meantime, I’m delighted to introduce a Guest Spot by my fellow blogger Grace, from the great blog Cultural Life (http://culturallife.wordpress.com). She’s reviewing a recent classic, Irène Némirovsky’s Suite Française. It’s a fascinating choice – Némirovsky’s a somewhat controversial figure in her native France. Although she died in Auschwitz in 1942, many historians now judge her harshly: the irony is she appears to have actively courted the French establishment to publish her works in the 1930s and many of her novels, including the notorious Daniel Goldfarb, are quite anti-Semitic themselves. Despite this, Suite Française is an extraordinary account of a country in turmoil, and I thank Grace very much for selecting it.
Pictured: Irène Némirovsky in the 1930s
In 2004, a novel was posthumously published in France, over half a century after the author’s death. It became a bestseller and to date, over 2.5 million copies have been sold. Suite Française is a book with an extraordinary story behind it. Set in France during the Second World War, it is an epic story of love, pain, conflict and hope.
Its author, Irène Némirovsky, was born in Kiev, Ukraine in 1903. Later, she moved to Russia with her parents where they lived until the Revolution broke out and her father, a wealthy banker, was forced to go into hiding by the Bolsheviks. After travelling to Finland and Sweden, the Némirovsky family sought refuge in France, where Irène was free to pursue her love of reading and writing, studying literature at the Sorbonne and graduating with a distinction. In 1926, she married a banking executive, Michel Epstein, and they had two daughters: Denise and Elisabeth. For Irène and her family, life was happy until the ominous threat of the Second World War. Despite their conversion to Catholicism in 1939, they were still considered Jewish.
When the German army invaded Paris in June 1940, Irène and her husband left, fleeing from the dangers of increasing anti-Semitism in the city. Irène vividly depicts the mass exodus from Paris in the first part of Suite Française, entitled “Storm in June”.
“Silently, with no lights on, cars kept coming, one after the other, full to bursting with baggage and furniture, prams and birdcages […] People were jammed together like fish caught in a net” (Suite Française, p. 42, 2007)
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Spotted in a bookshop: I couldn’t resist sharing!
- Book review: The Misunderstanding, By Irène Némirovsky (independent.co.uk)
- Sam Riley Set For ‘Suite Française’ With Michelle Williams (deadline.com)
- Michelle Williams Gets Hot New Co-Star In Suite Française: Meet Maleficent Actor, Sam Riley!!! (perezhilton.com)
The Lavender Fields of Provence
Visiting the lavender fields of Provence, France, has been a prominent lust on my travel bucket list for some time now. To catch the lavender, you have to time your trip just right – if you’re too soon you miss the bloom, and if you’re too late, they may have already harvested the beautiful flowers to dry. Luckily, not only did we catch the lavender, but we were also treated to speckles of red all along the landscape, as the poppies were still mildly in bloom as well. But before any of that, we had a slight road-trip ahead of us, up into the French Alps. ^ ^ I spy with my little eye. . . . ^ ^ We followed a driving route mapped in the Michelin Green Guide to the French Alps. In the book, the tour is called the Valensole Plateau. We wound into the mountains, and after more than an hour of navigating twisting roads and rocky slopes, we were treated to some stunning views.^ ^ This was our first glimpse of the lavendar fields, far, far off in the distance.^ ^ In the middle of the green mountains, we spotted a true-blue oasis. The driving route took us in a curve around the entire lake, and we vowed to come back for a swim later if we had time.
[Terry: I’m sorry. I mean, I’ve been to Provence and even to a factory where they pressed lavender and stuff and smelled the fields and all but MY NOSE WOULD HAVE EXPLODED HALFWAY THROUGH YOUR FRAGRANT (and possibly flagrant) ROMP!
When my daughter forces me into a Sephora, I’ve got two sniffs before everything above my eyes goes numb.]
ICI & LA NATURE PICTURES BLOG
Walk and Bike in France.
A mythical hiking path that crosses from West to East the Pyrenees range, the GR10 that covers over 895 km. The GR10 is one of a number of official long-distance paths, Grandes Randonnées, in France. A real Pyrenean dream focused on the Atlantic part here in that pretty physical programme crossing the famous colours of the Basque Country : green hills with white and red houses.
- Welcome to new friends: Thierry & Cecile | ICI & LA NATURE PICTURES BLOG (getmerewrite.me)
- You Know You’re Basque American When… (hellabasque.com)
- Spanish basque country : the Atlantic coast ( 56 photos ). (sykose.com)
Welcome to the blog of eCharta. This is the place where you can hear our voice, our thoughts and our plans about our main product. We have a lot of things to share with you, in a less formatted way and this is the ideal place to do so.
We aim to provide you stories about the paper artifacts we love, the technical aspects of eCharta and announce you what’s next. We expect to hear your voice too via comments, suggestions or even your own articles (just contact us for that). eCharta is a world of paper and as you already know paper has a long history and a brilliant future. Our mission is to provide you with the tools to take the most of it and help you become real partners with us. This blog will enhance and clear our voice in this direction.
Very rarely has the title “Great” been conferred on anyone throughout the course of history. There has always been some reason for those bearing it and who rightly deserve it: Alexander the Great, Charlemagne, Peter the Great, Catherine the Great and so on.
Napoleon the Great was a military genius and he would have been
considered even greater if Alexander the Great had not been born, who was the only general never to have been defeated in battle. Napoleon was born in Corsica (Figures 1,2) in 1769 and became an artillery officer. This, in the long term, proved to be one of his strong points. After the turmoil of the French Revolution, he had a rapid progress, starting with the Italian Expedition (1796) as a commander in chief. He won a personal victory at the battle of Arcole (Figure 3).
He defeated the Mameluks during the Expedition in Egypt, in 1798, while the scientists that escorted him laid the foundations of Egyptology (Fig. 4). However, the sea battle of Abukir, where Nelson was involved, (Fig. 5) blocked his advancement. Napoleon became Consul in 1799 and Life Consul in 1802. The battles that he personally took part always crowned France with success. However, the great victory in Marengo, in 1800, was brought by Desaix (Fig. 6).
Its back my weekly preview list of comics that I read and liked although this time there are a couple that I did not like so much. Here it is starting with my least favorite pick…
Thunderbolts #11 by Daniel Way and Phil Noto: I usually try to find the best in a comic and share it but sadly this issue did disappoint me, left me with the worst of impressions. The conclusion of a story-line which was closed in a rush, with no meaning or any specific consequence and plot-lines just left dangling. I love all these “heroes” who are featured in this comic but they are so much out of character. Liking the roster is not enough to continue reading it though. I’ll just give it one last chance to see if the new creative team will freshen it up and give it an edge that it’s supposed to have.
Uncanny Avengers by Rick Remender and Daniel Acuna: It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite reads. The art is excellent and the story is consistently becoming better each issue. More accurately the character interaction and how the plots strengthen with actual twists and turmoil’s for this specific team are quite intriguing. There is continuous conflict between the X-Men and the Avengers and each part has its right and wrongs whenever they debate a situation. A very cool comic and a promising one. There is Kang, Immortus, Apocalypse Twins, X-Men & Avengers all in one comic what more can you ask?
Cable & X-Force # 10 by Dennis Hopeless and Salvador Larocca: Nothing special in this issue which doesn’t mean that the story was not good. We see the Uncanny Avengers pursue and attack X-Force just as they about to go on separate missions to deal with multiple future disasters. The fun part is that Blaquesmith returns and in the most unexpected ways. I like this title not only because the art is superb or that the story is good and intriguing it’s also the original X-Force team with a couple of pretty cool new addition Forge and Dr Nemesis! I really like it and I will continue to read it as a long time fan.
Venom #36 by Cullen Bunn and Pepe Larraz: What I like about Venom is that even if they decide to rip the symbiote out of Flash Thompson he has become a very developed character that can easily now hold his own title with another superhero persona. I have seen in each issue the inner workings and demons of Flashes mind and Cullen Bunn continues to add more layers to this. In this issue Flash deals with a new crime lord who seems to be a lot more ruthless than what he expected. The art by Larraz is very nice, I like it plus the cover by Shalvey and Bellaire is amazing.
Constantine #4 by Ray Fawkes, Jeff Lemire and Fabiano Neves: To be honest I expected more from this issue but I believe it serves its purpose. It’s a standalone issue where Constantine decides to take a day off. He fights a mage crime lord and finds that Sargon is still keeping an on him. In a way issue 4 works as a prologue to the upcoming crossover between Justice League and Justice League Dark. A nice issue but not enough.
Half Past Danger #2 (of 6) by Stephen Mooney and Jordie Bellaire: This comic book can easily be compared to a movie and not because of its story but mostly for the dialogue and the structure of how the story unfolds. Issue #2 continues to be as interesting as the first one with its character interaction and art, the simple things like expressions accompanied by body language has won me over. It’s also fast paced but not rushed, Simon Mooney moves the story forward with action but with the necessary time to build his heroes and the plots. I’m not saying more about the story you should read it it’s a great comic.
Keep on reading comics!
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Let’s see this all new X-Men title by fan favorite creators writer Brian Wood and artist Olivier Coipel along with the talented colorist Laura Martin and inker Mark Morales. There has been much anticipation for this X title due its new twist. This time the roster consists of a full cast of X-Women Storm, Kitty Pryde, Rogue, Rachel Grey, Psylocke and Jubilee and it seems that many more will be featured and referred to from all ages of X-Men history from the youngest to the eldest.
I too anticipated with a thrill this comic because it features my favorite female heroines from all the Marvel Universe and wanted to see how Brian Wood will handle this comic. All the characters have a big history and are known for having the strongest most dynamic personalities which thankfully Chris Claremont had built a couple of decades ago. So did Brian Wood do justice to these heroines? Yes he definitely did.
Each heroine is shown strong and dynamic using their powers as an extension of their personalities. All of them know their place on the team and how they will be more useful in achieving to save a situation from a fatal disaster. They are well-trained heroines who take the initiative to act upon a critical moment but also know when to follow orders and listen to suggestions. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen such a well-organized full functional group that use methodical tactics in an almost successful way. This does not mean that their individual personalities aren’t fleshed out.
Storm is portrayed as the ultimate confident leader, Kitty shows her usual wittiness and cheekiness, Psylocke is lethal and a strong inquisitor, Rogue has full control of her powers and is more passionate in using them; all seven of are in character to the point. They are not weak insecure females, they do not flaunt their powers and physiques they are strong confident heroines but above all with a realistic human personality.
Brian Wood has built a strong character driven comic with a lot of emotional and action moments perfectly balanced. He has created a story arc where the main villain is considered an extreme threat and you understand this by the terrified reaction another arch nemesis of the X-Men has when he realizes the villain is in the X-Mansion. Also from issue one Brian Wood is weaving a new plot thread concerning the students which eventual will become a main story at some point. Story wise it’s a great issue one promising even greater ones in the future.
Now the art is fantastic Olivier Coipel has given his best work. It’s beautifully drawn with an excellent storytelling and great perspective angles. Each character is drawn with a different body language showing both attitude and personality. Also colors by Laura Martin and inks by Mark Morales compliment the art making it a visual delight. The art on this comic is simply brilliant its level is so high that you cannot distinguish it as something separate from the story. You have to see it to understand how good it is.
So the new X-Men title has succeeded in delivering an amazing issue one and we have to thank this brilliant creative team that has approached it with total respect both for the heroines and for the readers. It’s not about how the women of X are perceived but a team book with individuals who are shown to us in the best way; dynamic, powerful and strong-minded. This is a comic book I strongly suggest to read because it promises a lot of thrilling moments in the future which people will be talking about for a long time with satisfaction.
Read it and enjoy it!
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A while back, I did a little mention about these Fabulous macarons from Paris that my sister had sent to me.
Here are the yummy Paul macarons that I’ve shot (a while back, too). Feast with your eyes!
Anyhow, our vacation plan for this yr was to take Zoey to Paris. This is supposed to be happening SOON! Problem is, we haven’t bought our tickets yet and they are out of this world expensive now. Hopefully, we’ll still be able to make it b/c I just can’t wait to have some stylish mommy + me moments in PARIS!
ICI & LA NATURE PICTURES BLOG
Walk and Bike in France.
This blog is a pictures blog created by Thierry and Cecile, for the website http://www.icietlanature.com, where you can find local companies experts in walking and biking tours in France.
France is a hiking paradise and our goal is to share our passion for the diversity of our country.
Tie Me Up
by Andra Watkins on May 15, 2013
I’ve always had male friends. I like that men are blunt. Direct. I never wonder what they really mean.
Take my friend Carnell. He’s a regular commenter here, and lucky for me, I get to see him often in real life.
“Now Andra, why did you have to go and wear that shirt to lunch?”
“WHAT?? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It ties up the front.”
“Men just want to untie it.”
“EWWWWWWW!!!!! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU??????”
“Well. That’s how guys think, Andra.”
“Don’t TELL me that. I mean, yuck. I conducted my Rotary meeting this morning in this shirt…….my Rotary club……full of mostly men……..and now I’m imagining them all wanting………EWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”
“Can I just untie a cuff?”
“STOP TOUCHING ME! – No, Waiter. We’re fine. FINE. – You are a sicko, Carnell. A. SICKO.”
“Nah. I’m just like pretty much every other guy………..and now that we’ve settled that, I’m having the grilled cheese. What are you having?”
“I guess I’ll have the omelette.”
Welcome to Carnal Thoughts with Carnell……
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Frugal feeding is a concept formed out of a desire to eat through less of my money. Since leaving university (successfully) my designs on frugality have been allowed to come to fruition and the original concept has been replaced by a vision that would have everyone eating cheaply and ethically.
On a personal level, I am a budding writer and hope to soon break into the field of journalism. If you’d like to send any work my way or have ideas for collaboration visit my contact page – I’m an amiable kinda guy and revel in unsolicited contact.
My interests include drinking inordinate amounts of coffee (or tea), reading, music (particularly classical) and having a jolly good time with my smashing girlfriend, Katherine (who often lends a hand in frugal food preparation).
On a more serious note, please don’t use my photos without asking, as 99% of them are taken by my good self – stealing them would be a little rude.
Samphire and New Potato Salad
When I was growing up the word ‘potato’ came across as a call to action; fry, chip or mash – we must do something! New potatoes aren’t, and never will be, in vogue with five year olds, but as we get older, a little wiser and a great deal fatter, their brilliance reveals itself. When boiled until just the right moment the new potato, whatever the variety chosen, possesses a pleasantly substantial texture and subtle, somewhat nutty flavour that lends itself perfectly and inimitably to the creation of “salads”.
Of the varieties I have consumed, the Jersey Royal is by far my favourite new potato. With the same Protected Designation of Origin (PDO) as champagne or Cornish pasties, the Jersey Royal is grown only on Jersey, a British territory off the north cost of France. They have been cultivated on the island for over 130 years using seaweed (Vraic) harvested from the beaches of Jersey as a natural fertiliser. Happily, peak Jersey Royal season – May – will soon be upon us, so you can expect one or two more new potato treats in the coming weeks.
Truly fantastic produce is always best served alongside ingredients that share some of its characteristics or origins. New potatoes and samphire may not, on the surface, seem like they are cut from the same cloth, but when you consider the Jersey Royal you can see that they both in some way benefit from the sea. Marsh samphire, or glasswort, is a wonderful, salty ingredient which grows in many places, primarily along the coasts of Europe. If you live in a coastal location you’re likely not too far from a bush or two of samphire, which makes it easily forageable (and therefore frugal). In truth, the characteristics of samphire may be rather different from those of new potatoes, but they marry together very well indeed, with the former adding a touch of salty freshness to the earthiness of the latter.
Potato and Samphire Salad
It’s likely that many of you will struggle to get your gastronomic digits on Jersey Royals. Of course, this doesn’t really matter as any new potato will work well. Simply choose your favourite and away you go – it’s difficult to go wrong with this wonderful potato salad. There is, of course, no mayonnaise in sight.