Thursday, 19 June 2025
"Summer Books"
Moules et frites
Wednesday, 18 June 2025
The New C of SIS/MI6
There is a bit of news, not already getting old news, which I have been wanting to blog on. As you know, I like a good bit of spy fiction, albeit I don't read as much spy fiction as crime fiction. But yeah, I do enjoy it. Anyway, I learned recently that SIS, also known as MI6, has a new C. Which is the real life equivalent of M in James Bond movies (and books! Never forget that they were books before). And for the first time in its history, it is a woman, Blaise Metreweli. The Bond films had already started the trend in 1995. But what really struck me reading about her is her age: she is only a few months younger than me! Ouch! Moral of the story: some people just get cool careers, even if they are civil servants.
J't'aime comme un fou
La Saint-Jean approche,alors je mets plus de musique québécoise ici. Je n'ai pas partagé de chanson de Robert Charlebois depuis 2023, ce qui est quand même aberrant, alors voici J't'aime comme un fou. Ce n'est pas ma préférée, mais je me rappelle qu'il l'a interprétée lors du spectacle de 1994 avec énergie. Et l'année d'après, en août 1995, au Vieux-Port de Chicoutimi. J'y étais, ce fût une belle soirée.
The Summer of our Discontent
"Now is the summer of our discontent..." I am paraphrasing Shakespeare, but here it is: our first heatwave is on its way. It's pretty much here, as far as I am concerned: I get uncomfortable when it goes up to 25 degrees. And it will go above it. At least now, thanks to social media, I know that I am not the only one to suffer: there is a whole community of people who hate summertime. I'm glad, because I literally cannot stand the noise, the blissful sun worshipping of people who seem so eager to get burned. So I found a support group, I try to cope with the heat and well, if everything goes well, summer will be over soon enough.
York vu de haut
Tuesday, 17 June 2025
Weaponry for the Arsenal
Canard blanc (une pensée et une question)
Monday, 16 June 2025
Cuba Libre VS Rum&Coke
I discovered something recently and I feel really silly. I used to think that the Cuba Libre cocktail was just a Rum and Coke with a fancier name. They even have the same Wikipedia entry. Well, not quite. There is a difference: the Cuba Libre has to have lime in it, from what I understand either a slice or a bit of its juice. So a Rum and Coke is not a full on Cuba Libre, in fact it is the Coba Libre's poorer brother. I feel like such a Philistine. I seldom order cocktails, last time I ordered a Rum and Coke was in 2018. Probably because there was no beer I liked at the pub. So anyway, next time I will make sure I order the right thing and say a Cuba Libre.
Le Gars d'la Compagnie
Parce que c'est la Saint-Jean bientôt, voici une des Cowboys Fringants. La première que j'ai entendue, il y a de cela des années, dans un bar de Chicoutimi. Une chanson engagée en plus, et une des meilleures du genre, à la fois amère et festive.
Sunday, 15 June 2025
The Little Bookshop
Pâté chinois
Saturday, 14 June 2025
Independent Bookshop week
Les fraises du Québec
Friday, 13 June 2025
Friday the 13th of June
Let's just state the obvious: today is Friday the 13th. The very first this year and the only one too. Not that it matters: I am not superstitious, for one, and second, I know from experience that sometimes every Friday is Friday the 13th, in a way, when things go bad. I used to call Friday "the day out at the madhouse". But I digress. Yesterday was truly more Friday the thirteenesque: we lost the internet connection in the neighbourhood for a few hours. I am not saying things cannot go bad today, of course not (I am not jixing anything), but let's face it: a bad day is a bad day is a bad day, whatever the date. Worrying about what may happen is pointless. If a bad day happens, you need to cope with it then and there. So anyway, to all of you, I hope you have a good day today.
Question existentielle (396)
Nous sommes vendredi 13, alors je me pose une question existentielle:
-Est-ce que le treize du mois, surtout un vendredi treize, fait le mois?
Thursday, 12 June 2025
The owls of London
I read some really cool news recently on The Guardian: there's been an increase of owls sightings in London. That's really nice. I love owls. I know there are closer to us than we think: being nocturnal, wary of men and easily camouflaged, we just don't seem them. I think there is one in the neighbourhood, because I heard its cry at night. I should really try to identify it, next time I hear the owl cry at night. Now that London has suddenly become far more atmospheric, I will keep my eyes open next time I go there. I don't think I will visit London by night any time soon, but hey, you never know.
Tirelire (mot du jour)
Mon fils a une tirelire. Rien de bizarre ou d'inhabituel à cela. Il l'a reçue en cadeau lors de la fête d'un ami, c'est une tirelire que l'on peut peinturer, en forme d'un paresseux. Il ne l'a jamais peinturée, alors elle est blanche. Wolfie aime la remplir, pas tant parce qu'il aime accumuler de l'argent que pour le geste lui même. Et sa tirelire m'a fait penser à toutes les tirelires que j'ai eues enfant. Il y en avait une en plastique en forme d'oeuf, toute jaune, reçue à Pâques, qui a scrappé assez vite, une autre en forme de guichet automatique, avec différents silos, un pour chaque pièce, d'une cent à un dollars. C'était ma préférée, je crois, que l'avais gagnée pour avoir participé à un concours de la Banque nationale (ou une autre banque). Il y en a eu d'autres, bien sûr. Mais les tirelires, elles ont comme un une certaine importance dans l'enfance, c'est comme un coffre au trésor, les sous qu'on y dépose deviennent soudainement précieux. Mais enfin bref, tirelire est donc notre mot du jour.