Attente pour rien

J'ai été émue. J'ai eu un pic de visites depuis un article dans l'intranet.

Depuis, je n'ai pas assuré.

Le temps est prenant. Surprenant même.

Je suis surtout sur Twitter et Instagram (d'ailleurs, vous me voyez là, sur la droite de la page, la mosaïque).

Je devrais passer plus souvent ici. Oui, je sais.

Je vais faire de mon mieux! 

N'importe quoi dans ma tête, mes profils (enfin 1)

Voilà.

Je soigne aux petits oignons mon profil LinkedIn.
Je le bichonne, je le travaille, je m'occupe de lui.

Et Viadeo.
Bien, Viadeo, il reste dans son coin.
Je ne le mets pas à jour. Je ne le soigne pas.

Faudrait que je fasse quelque chose.
Soit le fermer définitivement.
Soit l'animer.

Oh dilemme.

Oh-la-la! Je suis émue!

Coucou à ceux qui passent ici depuis des liens ajoutés dans un certain intranet....

Je suis sous pression!

Je me disais qu'il fallait que je reprenne la publication, genre, il faut se motiver, et je remettais au lendemain ce que je pouvais faire maintenant.

Bon, me voilà en train de relancer la machine!

Why are you so mean to me?

I'm always with you. You're with me.

You're my eyes souvenirs. You're my ears  sometimes. I listen to you what you sing to me everyday (almost!).

But you had a... mid-life crisis?

First you lost all the names but kept the numbers.

I have a whole bunch of textos where there's no one but numbers. My friends became numbers. + something

No one knows how come some names came back, others got lost for ever (apparently).

I got used to live with half addressbook, I was planning to get all the others back.

Then the unthinkable happened. Then some freezing moments happenned again last week-end and.... Names have gone again. The few I had recovered are gone again.

Again.

What do I have to do with you temperamental iPhone ????

Any of you out there knows why my iPhone 4 iOS 5.1.1 is doing this to me?

Is it a sign to:

- upgrade to iOS 6?

- upgrade to iPhone 5?

- leave iPhone world? 

*sight

I'm spinning around...

So here I'm again. Still alive and around.

Or alive and kicking as the song says.

Old song. Song for dinosaurs. 35 yo and older dinos.

As I wrote ages ago I'm working on some personal projects. On top of my pro life.

Days are therefore long.

But still not quite.

I started a project and it already died.

Why?

It was a blog which subject was very interesting. But to make it work I'd need help. And for the time being I don't have help. I don't want to need help now.

So exit.

I re-re-re-started another project. About Paris. From inside Paris. Paris from within.

I'm thrilled about it. But I need time. And sometimes inspiration.

Maybe I shouldn't stop thinking that I need this or that and just do it (it's a baseline but it means what it means)..

Let's go.

Challenge: post a post on this other blog once a week. 

Then increase the pace.

Must get things started.

Where have I been since mid-november...

A few weeks ago I lived an intense month as I took part on the #SMCSFBlogOff contest.

It was a rough month, I felt like publishing all day long, all the time, anything. But practically I couldn't blog that often as I didn't and wouldn't have that much interesting stuff to publish . Or the needed time to spend my days posting here.

However there was some positive effect. I mean the fact that I published during 30 days in a row made me feel that I can publish anything if I want to. It made me feel that I could do anything if I really wanted to do.

I took some blogging projects out of the drawer and... started publishing. as simple as that.

I got this first project on rail a couple of week ago. I set up a plain simple blog,  gathered the first informations that I wanted to post and started posting in order to force me to continue gathering information.

It is also helping me to build a new vision of the use of social media and personal branding. Even if these subjects have nothing to do with the main topic of this new blog (beauty, history of Rio de Janeiro and maybe some footbal, I mean soccer for dummies like me).

More to come soon!

#SMCSFBlogOff - I missed my birthday!!!

Can you believe that this humble blog completed 9 years old!!

My first post was on November 1st 2003.

Oh wow!

I explained here how it all started. And it is still going on.

Please please please Blogger continue upgrading and going upwards so I don't feel like changing platforms. I'm kind of attached to you, you're an old friend!

#SMCSFBlogOff - The 5th age (not element)

Or a family #nutspost.

I just hung up with my Mom. We weren't on the phone, we were on Skype having a video conf.
My Mom is 79 years old and she lives nearby Rio de Janeiro/Brazil while I live in Paris/France.

She says computers are too difficult for her to learn, that she'll never be able to use them correctly and so on.
If you take your time to tell her "click here... can you read the message? good ... are the little lights  blinking on the thingy by the CPU? (yeah she knows better CPU).... great.... now write down the steps you have to follow to connect, then you'll be able to do alone... that's it... let me turn my webcam so that you can see my screen... see it? oups it's in french... do you want to learn french Mom?"

There she goes.
She's so used with Skype now that she even says in a baffling manner that Skype is telling her to shut down the video because our connection isn't good. She doesn't like Skype to ask us to disable the video. She likes to see me. Better than the simple phone.
I turn off the conversation and before I have the time to call her back she is already calling me with the video on.

With this computer we also got her a Gmail account.
She uses gmail webclient, it was easier to show her it working this way than installing Thunderbird or Outlook or anything else. She got kind of pissed off with Mr Google for pushing adds on her inbox according to what she's been writing.
To piss Mr Google off she sent me some emails with stupid stuff written (let's say she sent me nuts emails - now you know: I'm my Mom's daughter, the #nut stuff is a family matter). Gottcha! Mr Google sent the wrong adds. Or better saying the correct adds for her nuts emails.

During our conversation on Skype I told her that we found some lost cousins through the Internet.
I told her that there's a website kind of like Skype, where you create an account, you can chose a nickname, you can put your pictures, publish stuff, status, videos, quotes, you don't call people, but you mostly chat (written chat) and etc. This site is called Facebook.
I spoke about my cousins, she remembered some moments. We laughed. Then she remarked that she didn't want a Facebook account, she doesn't want people looking at her life and doesn't want people asking for her news.
She didn't leave me say anything else and said that she doesn't want a Twitter account neither, she doesn't want a Facebook as she said nor an Orkut account or any of these accounts that appear with all these websites.
She only needs her emails, Skype and the Internet to do her researches and check on certain websites when she sees a programm on TV and they give their website address. But only for specific subjects, of course. Some tricot websites, crochets, and crafts and some DIY (for crafts only).

She says we can tweet her, facebook her, but she doesn't want them on her own.

I'll be extremely astonished the day she'll say someone poked her!!!!

She turned 79 last august. She was telling me that now she is on the 5th age and not on the 3rd age anymore. Before going any further and before saying any stupid thing I asked her to explain and develop her thoughts.
Recently a 61 years old woman gave birth to a child in Brazil. She should be a 3rd age person who don't bear child anymore.
As my Mom isn't planning to have a baby like that woman did, she says she can't be in the 3rd age.
I said that for me she should be in the 4th age. Mom didn't agree: when you're almost 80 you're in the 5th age.
Ok, got it. I won't fight. Never fight with your Mom, doesn't matter her age and even if she is wrong, I mean she is your Mom so she is right, right? You're a stupid kid (even when you're in your 40's and you work with Internet and Social media....).

Remember, my 79 y.o. Mom says that computers and Internet and all this technology is too much for her head.
Hum-hum. I see.
Imagine if she thought it wasn't enough I mean if she wasn't scared about it?

#SMCSFBlogOff - Been with Elizabeth again

Or another nut post.

Update: #nutspost

I've been to my dentist again.
Saw singing Elizabeth.
She was leaving when I arrived, my appointment was at 6pm.
She said Booonjourrrrrrr Madame Le Maaaanchot.
Doctor will come to you soon.
I said see you next week.
She said oh, weeee haaave aaaan appointment next weeeeeeek?
Yes WE do have one.
Although from the two of us I'm sure I'm the only one who'll have to go throught.

While I was seating-lying there I had to occupy my mind.

The screen wasn't on. No CCB documentary to watch and jump in surprise from a crocodile attack.

I was gripping to the chair.

I wish a gear to publish posts to one's blog when we can't type would exist. A tool which could read our minds. Something like in Avatar.
...
Nuts.

I told myself not to forget in my mind the hashtag for this blogging contest.
South Florida.
Magic Mike. Him again!!! I certainly have a problem with this film.

The session was to get my tooth imprint to make some skilled person build a crown.

I'm tired.
While we waited for the thingy get my tooth shape I wanted to close my eyes and sleep.
Felt my eyelids heavy.
Eyelids.
Heavy.
Was off for a few seconds.
At the dentist.

I repeat in case you didn't understand: at the dentist.

Dozed away.

Dentist.

Vruuuuuuzzzzsch rawwwwwwwunsch

Dentist.

Nuts.
I said at the beginning of the post.

So today I'm a princess, I have a temporary crown on the culprit tooth.
I'll up grade my situation next week

To be continued.

Update: forgot to check if my nose was clean. Damn it.

#SMCSFBlogOff - Am I a boring aunt?

Gotta ask my nephew and niece.

I'm friends with them on Facebook but I don't follow them on Twitter (teens tweets!).

My nephew (who by the way is not a teen any more as he is in his tewnties) set up a group to gather people to play volleybol on the week-end, at the beach. Normal, he lives in Rio. Sun, beaches, young kids at the beach.

I don't remeber if he invited me for the group or if I simply acted as the boring aunt: I remember seeing that my sister in law (not his mom) saying she'd go to the volley-party on a week-end sometime ago.
I probably got my name in this list because of this.
And I answer I'll go. Or not go. In general I say I'll go or that I may be a bit late.

Nothing strange on this except the fact that I live in Paris/France and not in Rio de Janeiro/Brazil.

A few moments ago, he published a note saying he'd get to the beach earlier to set up everything. We can go to the meeting spot whenever we want.
I said ok.

#SMCSFBlogOff - My profession is...

One of my sde activities lately is to study young people, in an anthropological way.
No, I'm kidding, I don't do this (well, I mean...).

We always have trainees at work and some of my friends have kids who are groing old.
Just like we did.

Young people are all alike but all different!

Their reactions, way of seeing things, of imagining and conceiving their lives.

I know one who makes you wish to take him under your wing and help them go through life. It is the case for one of the youngsters I tutored some time ago. He is growing old. At the end of trainee period I felt like a mommy setting free her little birdy to face alone this wicked world. I still fell like mothering him.
Of course, if I ever do this I suppose he's going to put me back to my place. He is a gentle guy so I suppose he won't be harsh.
I'll try my best not to do this.

I had another trainee who always needed some orientation. I think she still does. She always shifting from one idea to another, from one profession to another. She was taking classes at two different universities which weren't complementary at all. They were quite opposite to each other.
Not that I do mind opposite studies, I've done myself, but not at the same time. I finished one then started another.
She is stil studying, I don't know where she is going to go. Maybe she will find a third profession and she will stick to it! Or not.

Change our minds is normal, specially in this world where you can learn and discover tons of things. I've studied geology, art, I've worked with IT, and now I'm at the business side. Who knows where I'll be in a few years! I don't. I kind of imagine, I have to work my way through it.

Do you know where you'll be in... 3-5 years time?

#SMCSFBlogOff - A techie who isn't one

I had a problem with a tooth. I took a picture and wanted to mail it to my dentist before taking an appointement. To know if it was urgent and go see him in the same day or if it could wait a little while.
He has a bright and quite brand new equiped place. So many new tools. A 23rd century dentist chair. X-Ray right to his computer by the chair. He is linked to earth's womb and the skyes of science.

But no email in this place.

So I had to go there on the same day I called. The assistant said she'd ask the dentist, Doc, when I could go and she'd call me back.

My dentist used to have an assistant who seemed to come directly from the army. Well I was quite sure about it. We were some who didn't dare not to agree with her, not answer her questions right after she asked them. Yes M'dam!

Then he got a new assistant. She comes from the French Antilles (I can't get used to French West Indies in english).
She has a nonchalant way of talking: Cabinet médical du Doc The Dentist bonnnjouuuurrrrrrrrrr
At first I was surprised. French people are so directive and harsh sometimes. Many times.

Then something started happening: I got to Elisabeth's - this is her name - rythm.
Bonjouuuurrrrrrrrrrr Elisabeeeeeeeeth, comment allez-vouuuuuuuus? I have a proooooblem I neeeeeed to see Doc soooooon I thiiiink. It dooooesn't huuuuuuuurt but it coooould.
My brazilian accent which isn't very strong when I speak french rushes out from my most inner me. Eventhough she is not brazilian.
She is from the Islands.
When I'm at the dentist I'm in fact somewhere in the middle of the Tropics. They just need to get some coconut tree and put in the the waiting room and it will do it. There's already this waaaaaarm welcoming.
She knows my name. She knows by the sound of my voice who I am. When I call before I announce myself, before telling my name, if I speak for a little while she'd say bieeeeeeen sûûûûr Mademoiselle Le Maaaaaaanchoooooot.

And we get to the butcher's part, I mean the dentist part.
Surprisingly enough - or not? - he also got her rythm.
He says Oooopeeeen your mouthththththth. Don't close your iiiiiiiiiit yyyyyyyyet.
He says this specially when you've been there like 50 hours with your mouth wide open that your jaws got dislocated and you can't do any other movement.
At least he's not the kind of dentist who likes to talk to you and ask you questions while you can't answer.
Usually he hums some songs.

Yesterday it was the best day ever: there was my poor self lying there trying to think of something nice in order to forget that I was going ot leave my mouth and heart and soul and brains at the dentist's facility. I was trying to watch the documentary on the screen above the chair but it was a National Geographic one, one about Africa and I could see crocodiles ready to get a prey. I stopped watching, I could jump in surprise and...
The radio was on, we could hear it from far away.
Doc hummed a song in some kind of a classical style and rythm.  Not what we were listening to.
The next song was a bit more of an "awaken" one. He stopped. I could then see Elisabeeeeeeth in my field of vision moving her body like as if... she was dancing! I imagine her smile behind the mask.
OMG!
Please Heaven do that Doc doesn't dance either. Specially when he has that thingy ruiwuiwuiwuiruiwruiw torture object in his hands.

My problem could have waited a few days to be solved/treated.
He probably could have tell me if he'd seen the pic that I was planning to mail him. A high tech dentist with no communication technology in his medical office.
And above all noone has the same rythm as Elisabeeeeeeeeeeeeth.

Roxana du Brasiou

Je suis en train de lire un des livres de Chahdortt Djavann, Comment peut-on être français?

Roxane, la jeune femme perse. En Iran et à Paris.
Elle a reçu des lettres d'un français du Siècle des Lumières en 1700 et quelque et est venue lui écrire 300 ans après.

Mais il y a eu aussi une autre Roxane, ou plutôt une Roxana dou Brasiou.

J'ai aussi étudié à l'Alliance Française, j'ai abandonné cette école parce que je sentais aussi que je n'avançais pas. Je me suis aussi inscrite dans les Cours de civilisation française de la Sorbonne, j'y ai aussi eu des cours où je ne comprenais quasi nada (de la philo ou presque, nous n'en faisions pas au Brésil). J'y ai lu Les lettres persannes de Montesquieu, comme elle, aussi pour les cours.

Dans quelques-unes des pages de ce petit livre sans prétention j'ai aperçu parfois vu cette Manchot[te] qui vous écrit. Aussi dans sa petite chambrette, au 6ème étage sans ascenseur, par l'escalier de service, à arpenter Paris, en métro, en bus (moins de balades en bus qu'elle, j'avais très peur de me perdre, avec le métro, je me sentais plus maîtresse de mon chemin), à parler toute seule dans sa chambre afin d'apprendre une langue qui n'est pas la sienne. Une langue qui n'est pas naturelle.

Pour apprendre le français, ces verbes qui arrachent la tête, je les écrivait sur des feuilles A4. Je les écrivait en les conjuguant, selon les temps étudiés pendant les cours du moment.
Présent, Subjonctif, Participe passé.
Je les récitais ensuite en prenant mon petit déjeuner (je sais, on ne parle pas la bouche pleine, mais alors, j'étais seule!), ou lors des pubs, le soir, pendant que je regardais des émissions dont je ne comprenais pas grand chose sur ma télé noir et blanc.

Mon autre moi m'engueulait aussi, me surveillais, comment pouvais-je faire - commettre - des fautes pareilles, c'était simple pourtant!

Comme elle j'ai découvert des auteurs français, mais j'avais un avantage sur la persane: une (petite) partie des auteurs m'était déjà connue et je les avais lu en portugais. Le défi serait de les lire dans leur propre langue.
Mais au contraire, je n'ai jamais pensé qu'une "Montagne" était sage.

Moi aussi comme elle j'ai fait du baby-sitting, pendant longtemps (enfant adorables d'ailleurs). Je n'ai pas vécu l'épisode je-fais-des-frites-au-MacDo, mais plutôt restaurant de tartes et glacier, où j'ai même gravi les échelons, de simple scoopeuse (scooper = personne qui fait des scoops, des boules de glace) je suis arrivée à manager assistant.

Je n'ai pas encore terminé la lecture, mais je me vois déjà en train de relire les Lettres originales.
Enfin, les lire entièrement, je n'avais lu que des extraits (pour faire mes devoirs de français).

Tu m'étonnes....

que certaines filles payent leur maquillage hyper cher.
Ce week-end j'ai voulu acheter du fard à jous (ou blush). Je rentre chez le parfumeur du quartier, une chaîne, je demande "je cherche du fard à joues, je n'ai pas forcément de marque préférée, la dernière que j'ai utilisé c'était L'O".
J'ai ce qu'il vous faut: C ou alors D.
Pour la petite somme toute ronde de 43 euros... non mais!
Vou sme voyez mettre 43 euros sur les joues????
J'ai essayé et rien acheté.
Non mais.

Drôlitude

C'est quand même drôle.
Ceux qui me connaissent, au moins un peu, savent que je n'ai pas des goûts de luxe. Ca se verrait.
Et pourtant, on n'arrête pas de me faire des commentaires concernant ma nouvelle adresse, dans un quartier réputé cher, mais que finalement, j'ai trouvé en moins cher que presque partout dans Paris. Ca doit être une opportunité ou miracle, mais ce n'est sûrement pas une sorte d'embourgeoisement quelconque.
C'est fatiguant de répondre toujours aux mêmes questions.
Pire, les amis qui savent que c'est un accident. Mais qui taquinent aussi.
Ahlalalala, c'est drôle la life!
;-)

OK

Que dire?
J'ai dû tomber sur ma tête. Je me suis inscrite à la course. Finalement. Ou enfin. Depuis des mois que je dis que je vais m'inscrire.
J'ai décidé de le faire avant que l'on n'annonce qu'il y a 13.000 inscrits - et donc plus de place pour moi.
J'ai commencé à courir il y a quelques semaines, je dois le faire un peu plus sérieusement maintenant, histoire de ne pas être la dernière arrivée?? Oh non, quand même (ou...?)
Si jamais vous vous entraînez dans Paris, faites-moi signe, peut être qu'on peut courir ensemble?

Préparation au voyage

Prévenir les amis de notre arrivée: check
Réserver le taxi de l'arrivée (ben oui, on atterrit à 5h du matin): mail aujourd'hui
Organiser les sorties: ohlalala en cours
Bikini: check
Les "bouées" : check (dommage, je ne peux pas partir sans... :-)
Havaianas: à quoi bon, je vais racheter d'autres
Petit pull: check (c'est quand même l'hiver, même si températures ne sont pas proches de 0)
Budget crevettes, churrasco, caipirinha: check
Billet d'avoin: check
Décompte: en cours!

We are stil in january...

We are stil in january...
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De retour des courses

Cabo Frio
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Finalement, je n'ai pas trop eu le temps de faire des courses, j'avais les pieds trop mouillés!

BONNE ANNEE!!

Je vous quitte 2 minutes...

greenfruit2
Originally uploaded by juss'art

Je dois faire des courses!

See you next year!

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