Saturday, 21 January 2017

A quote from The Manchurian Candidate

This is probably (I hope anyway) the last time I am going to blog about American politics, real and imagined, for a while. Out of masochism or for cathartic reasons, I am reading at the moment The Manchurian Candidate. You probably know (like me) one of the two films that have been made out of the novel. I have seen both, the first one is by far the best and a true classic (in fact the second one is pretty rubbish in comparison). Anyway, I try not to label any work of fiction prophetic, as it often a stupid and inaccurate label: writers are not prophet neither do they tend to be. But there are things in there that are borderline identical to what we are seeing right now in the US. And among the many quotes that have been haunting me since I started reading, this one struck a chord:

"Johnny was doing great. From a semi-hangdog country governor, Raymond's mother said, utterly unknown outside domestic politics on a state level in 1956, he had transformed himself into a global figure in 1957. He had a lot going for him beyond Raymond's mother. His very looks: that meaty nose, the nearly total absence of forehead, the perpetual unshavenness, the piggish eyes, red from being dipped in bourbon, the sickeningly monotonous voice, whining and grating-all of it together made of Johnny one of the greatest demagogues in American history, even if, as Raymond's mother often said to friends, he was essential a lighthearted and unserious one. Nonetheless, her Johnny had become the only American in the country's history of political villains, studding folk song and story, to inspire concomitant fear and hatred in foreigners, resident in their native countries. he blew his nose in the Constitution, he thumbed his nose at the party system or any version of governmental chain of command. He personally charted the zigs and zags of  American foreign policy at a time when the American foreign policy was a monstrously heavy weight upon world history. To the people of Iceland, Peru, France, and Pitcairn Island the label of Iselism stood for anything and everything that was dirty, backward, ignorant, repressive, offensive, antiprogressive, or rotten, and all of those adjectives must ultimately be seen as sincere tributes to any demagogues of any country on any planet."

Does it remind you of anyone? Last time they visited us, the Ticklers saw the book and told me reproachfully(as they don't want Wolfie to hear scary stories) that it looked like a scary book. They have no idea how right they are. It is absolutely chilling.

C'est le Schtroumpf, Schtroumpf, Schtroumpf...

Ceci est un billet à la fois nostalgique et aussi de ma nouvelle existence de père. Des Schtroumpfs, j'ai tout d'abord connu la musique du film adapté de la bande dessinée La flûte à Six Schtroumpfs. Vous dire que j'ai aimé... C'était l'une de mes musiques préférées. Puis j'ai vu le film et enfin j'ai lu les albums des Schtroumpfs, puis finalement l'album des aventures de Johan et Pirlouit qui les avait vu apparaître pour la première fois. Je n'y suis guère revenu, mais j'ai toujours eu un gros, gros faible pour le film et sa musique.Tout ça pour dire que j'ai récemment décidé de réécouter ça sur YouTube et faire découvrir les chansons à mon fils. Il a adoré, particulièrement l'Hymne au travail, qui le fait immanquablement rire. Ce n'est pas la seule fois qu'il rit aux éclats en écoutant une chanson, mais ça marche à tous les coups avec celle-ci. Alors j'ai décidé de la télécharger sur le blogue, rien que parce que. Ça fait des années que je n'ai pas vy le film ou lu la bande dessinée, je crois que je devrais m'y remettre.

Friday, 20 January 2017

A filthy joke to cheer you up

I know some of you must be feeling down about today. So I thought I would share a joke that might cheer you up. At work, near the end of the day, one of my colleagues said that the preacher who talked during Donald Trump's inauguration ceremony said that the rain falling was God's action, a manifestation of the Almighty blessing the new administration, or some such thing. I then said: "Well, I am no theologian, but surely not unless it's golden rain."

And that's it. I have no idea of how accurate the words were, or indeed if the rumor about Trump's ahem, particular tastes are true, but nevertheless, this filthy joke deserves to be a great unknown line. And I have no remorse whatsoever. The new POTUS is a very, very little man and deserves any filth we can throw at him.

Faim de pâtés à la viande

Petit billet de food porn ce soir, rien que parce que ça me tente parfois. Tout ça pour dire que j'ai faim de pâtés à la viande. Ça me prend parfois aussi. Peut-être que c'est parce que janvier est un temps propice à manger des pâtés à la viande: c'est un mois misérable et glauque qui pousse à la mélancolie (et une mélamcolie déplaisante). Manger ça sorti chaud du four, ça remonterait le moral. Aujourd'hui, je crois que bien des gens en auraient besoin...

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

The Tea Explorer

I was recently blogging about the exotic nature of tea. Well, it seems that David's Tea was thinking the same thing, because the recently launched their feel good collection which has among them a package called the tea explorer. That would fit exactly my state of mind. I know you cannot judge a tea by its box, but the camel and the Middle Eastern colours just make me want to try them and make my mind travel to faraway places. In the dreary, gloomy weeks and months ahead, I could do with a healthy dose of feel good drinking and a bit of exoticism. With some of their new tea mugs, because they look so darn cool and we have plenty of room in their cupboards for them. How I wish they had shops here!

Trouver le temps...

Vous avez sans doute remarqué que je blogue beaucoup moins depuis que je suis père. Ça tombe sous le sens: les activités virtuelles prennent le bord, sauf le Facetime ou le Skype avec la famille. Cela dit, j'essaie de suivre le conseil de ma cousine l'artiste-photographe qui est elle nouvelle maman depuis avril et qui m'a dit de trouver du temps pour moi. Ce qui comprend Vraie Fiction. Ma femme me conseille de transformer mon blogue en blogue parental, je n'irais pas jusque là. Sauf qu'évidemment les sujets tournent souvent autour du petit loup. Mais je vais tenter de garder une diversité de sujets sur le blogue. Et de trouver le temps, mais surtout l'énergie, de maintenir Vraie Fiction actif.

Monday, 16 January 2017

Joey Jo-Jo Junior Shabadoo

It's Monday for everyone, the lousiest day of the week and I usually try to cheer my readers up on a Monday with a joke or two. This one is from The Simpsons, back when they were funny. It is from The Last Temptation of Homer if you want the context, but you don't need the context. The joke stands on its own as a brilliant piece of absurd humour. And I feel sorry for Joey Jo-Jo Junior Shabadoo, but he does have a peculiar name.

Question existentielle (297)

Il fallait bien que je la pose un jour et je sais que ça va paraître désespéré, mais bon:

-Y a-t-il une bonne raison d'aimer janvier?

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Muddy Times

This is a trivial post, in spite of its title I am not blogging about the controversies of Western democracies. Something one must remember about England: it rains a lot and its relatively mild weather means it rains even more when it should be snowing. Which means that this island seems sometimes to be made of mud. We walked into town with a cousin of my wife and her two children today. When we were back, our shoes and boots were all muddy. Including my beautiful Pajar boots. Yesterday, during our walk in the park with the kids of our friends, the children were literally covered in mud, from feet to the forehead. I know my Pajars can take that kind of weather, all the same, I will clean them thoroughly as soon as I find time. Moral of the story: for the Norse Hell was made of ice, for the Hebrew it was made of fire, but people living here must know that Hell must be wet and muddy.

La photo du mois de janvier


C'est encore le temps de la photo du mois. Celle-ci a été prise à York (encore une fois). Je ne sais ni si ça compte comme du "street art" (le thème du mois, choisi par Who Cares?), ni de quel pub il s'agit, mais ça devrait faire l'affaire. C'est ma photo la plus appropriée en tout cas. Essayez d'identifier toutes les célébrités, vraies ou fictives.

Et pour les autres rues, c'est par là:

A chaque jour sa photo, Akaieric, Alban, Alexinparis, Angélique, Aude, Autour de Cia, BiGBuGS, Blogoth67, Brindille, Calamonique, Carole en Australie, Chat bleu, Chiffons and Co, Chloé, Christophe, Cécile, CécileP, Céline in Paris, Danièle.B, DelphineF, Dr. CaSo, E, El Padawan, Escribouillages, Estelle, Eurydice, Evasion Conseil, François le Niçois, Frédéric, Gilsoub, Gine, Giselle 43, J'habite à Waterford, Je suis partie voyager, Jess_TravelPicsAndTips, Josette, Josiane, Julie, Kellya, Kenza, KK-huète En Bretannie, Koalisa, Krn, La Fille de l'Air, La Tribu de Chacha, Lair_co, Lau* des montagnes, Laurent Nicolas, Lavandine, Lavandine83, Lilousoleil, Luckasetmoi, Lyonelk, magda627, Mamysoren, MauriceMonAmour, Mirovinben, Morgane Byloos Photography, Nanouk, Nicky, Noz & 'Lo, Pat, Paul Marguerite, Philae, Philisine Cave, Pilisi, Renepaulhenry, Sinuaisons, Sous mon arbre, Sweets Mix, Tambour Major, The Beauty is in the Walking, Tuxana, Who cares?, Wolverine, Xoliv', écri'turbulente, ÔBD.

Saturday, 14 January 2017

A circle of friends

Something I noticed with becoming a parent is that it changes your circle of friends or at least your relationship with them: you lose contact with some people and your bond with others is tightened, because you share parenthood. Our family experienced it today when we visited some uni friends of my wife for a baby shower. For the future mummy (I say future but she already has two children) it was the very first time she was meeting little Wolfie. It was lovely catching up and of course Wolfie was very popular. He made every woman very broody (he usually does that), even when he was being cranky (when our son is upset he twists his bottom lip and it makes your heart melt). We may not be exactly at the same step of our journey as parents, but sharing this status really gives us a sense of belonging. At least we never get short of subjects of conversation!

Là où sont les neiges

Finalement, la tempête hivernale du siècle qu'ils annonçaient à grands cris hystériques ici aura été un pétard mouillé (voir ce billet). Il a bien neigé, mais c'était une modeste sloshe (voir cet autre billet). Il n'y a plus qu'au Saguenay où l'on peut espérier un hiver enneigé, comme sur cette photo. (Et je sais qu'elle est petite, mais sinon ça phoque mon cadrage.)

Friday, 13 January 2017

Of beers and curries

I do not follow this British Friday tradition religiously, but sometimes we do have as our Friday meal a curry. This was the case tonight. I just poured some cheap curry sauce in a pan with Quorn chicken (my wife being vegetarian) and some vegs. I like making curries as they are dead easy for the lazy chef (like myself). But cheap and easy curry or not, having a curry it means I had to accompany it with a proper beer: something that fits a curry but that actually has flavour. In Indian restaurants, all they seem to offer is overpriced lagers. So instead, I had this beer from Mark & Spencer. It is a pale ale, but the kind of beer that goes with a curry, or so they say. It was an ok beer, easy to drink and all. But I hope I can find a darker ale that would suit spicy food next time. Well, at least it was not a lager.

Un chat noir pour ce vendredi 13

Les chats noirs ont une mauvaise réputation, à tout temps de l'année, mais surtout un vendredi 13 comme aujourd'hui. Ce qui m'attriste beaucoup, parce que j'aime les félins en général et les chats noirs en particulier. Je fais peut-être de la projection, mais j'aime leur nonchalance. Ils ont l'air de petites panthères. Alors je télécharge ici une photo prise à Café Venosa, mon café préféré de Montréal, justement parce que c'est aussi un refuge/centre d'adoption pour chats. Je ne me rappelle plus le nom de celui-ci, je ne sais même pas s'ils l'ont encore, mais il est pas mal beau.

They call that a blizzard...

No seriously. Don't laugh. There is a severe weather warning going on right now. They say a blizzard is taking over the UK. It snowed yesterday evening, some wet, sloshy snow, then today again. No accumulation. But anyway, there is still this severe weather warning. So they call this a blizzard. I know, we are Friday the 13th, so I better not tempt fate. Things may change until the end of the day, we are early in the afternoon, but so far this is the blizzard they are warning us about.

Superstition du vendredi 13

Nous sommes un vendredi 13, au cas où vous ne l'aviez pas remarqué. En ce moment, un plombier s'affaire à réparer notre douche, mais il manque une pièce à ce qu'il a commandé, alors il va devoir vérifier dans son atelier s'il a le morceau manquant en réserve. Si ce n'est pas le cas, on devra se passer de douche pour encore quelques jours. Et en attendant qu'il ait trouvé (ou non) la pièce on n'a pas l'eau. Si j'étais superstitieux, je dirais que nous n'avons pas choisi notre journée pour faire venir le plombier.

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Return to Krav Maga

I was back to Krav Maga yesterday, the second training session I have been to since I am a father and the very first one in the new year. It was great to be back. I was rusty, but happily surprised that I remembered the techniques and still had fairly decent reflexes. I got a bit of pain and I can still feel my muscles aching today, but no bruises. And I am almost disappointed that I have none. I don't know when I will be training next time, so I treasured every moment of yesterday evening.

Il neige (!)

Ĵ'arrive à peine à y croire: au moment où j'écris ces lignes, il neige dehors, depuis une heure environ. De la neige fondante, mouilleuse, dégueulasse, bien sloshe, mais c'est néanmoins bien de la neige. Il fait trop sombre et c'est trop laitte pour prendre une photo, mais voilà, il neige. C'est déjà ça de pris, même si j'aurais préféré que ça arrive plus tôt en hiver. Si jamais il y a accumulation au sol, je vous tiens au courant.

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Scary Bear

You can see this stuffed bear at the Natural History Museum, which has a collection of old stuffed animals like this one. Like many products of taxidermy, this bear (a grizzly?) is striking a dramatic pose, looking very threatening and downright nasty. I have to confess, I have a soft spot for such display, even though it gives bears (in this instance) a bad rep. I mean, they diet consists mainly of berries for crying out loud! It is true however that bears are not the cuddly soft toys that children (and sometimes adults) love. They can be vicious attackers when provoked, hungry or scared. So this bear may have struck such a pose in real life, but somehow I doubt it. And now he is stuck with it. Still, I love this scary bear and I love him because he is menacing. I'd give him a hug if I could.

Un (une?) pic

Allons-y ce soir d'une photo de saison, parce qu'il faut bien se rappeler que c'est l'hiver. Mon père m'a envoyé cette photo récemment d'un pic chevelu femelle. Rien à dire de cette photo, sauf qu'elle est jolie et hivernale et que c'est une raison comme une autre pour la télécharger sur Vraie Fiction.