Pink Triangle Holocaust

Cinema Paradisio! (Saturday, December 2, 2006)

I settled for some time now, just to be well situated to admire the scenery, see everything going, not losing any crumb sum ...
I had in hand the program attractive, available on every seat.
The room was filled gradually, the audience did not seem rushed.
More than a half-hour had passed before the harpist will fit in the great hall of the Art Deco Apollo Theatre. First agreements, then the other musicians followed slowly and twenty hours, while the orchestra was placed, accompanied by more than eighty choristers.
The conductor could go on stage. It maestro would happen.

Ennio Morricone himself conducts the orchestra, to play again, to the delight of a captivated audience, great tunes he had composed for films now renamed :
Cinema Paradiso , It was once America , Upon a Time in the West , The Good, the Bad & the Ugly , The Sicilian Clan , etc.. On December 2
was already the second and final performance of the Symphony Orchestra of Rome, he was not about to miss these two unforgettable hours.
To accompany the chorus (or vice versa?), A singer we rewarded him for his beautiful voice to sing a few songs.
Then, before the three reminders standing ovation performed before an audience of listeners fully vested, he played the beautiful melodies of the film The Mission , during which he managed to me tirer des larmes (revoyez le film, vous comprendrez).

Dans cette ville, il n'y a pas un jour où un événement culturel se déroule et où tout le monde peut y trouver son compte: les amoureux de la musique alternative, les plasticiens, les cinéphiles,... Concerts, show musicaux, spectacles, pièces de théâtre, Première cinématographique, ... l'embarras du choix.
La semaine passée, j'allais voir Primal Scream (ndla: je vous avais donné un extrait de leur musique en bas d' un ancien post ici ), la semaine prochaine Placebo est au programme, puis dix jours après le concert à Wembley Arena, I'm going to see the ballet Swan Lake with the classical and original choreography Matthew Bourne .
And while slipping a movie either, I will end with the inevitable and unavoidable play by James Barrie , must see in London.
It makes me want to continue my script, me!

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Bushnell Sighting The Scope 3200

Bloggers (Saturday, 25 November 2006)

When I launched myself into writing a blog, on the advice of a friend, I was thinking to bring my new knowledge from all sides.
I hoped at first to send a ticket a week, then took the game, it was the growth of the posts and, some weeks I was not far from a text per day.

But the blog has sometimes his own limits: to attract and bring people to read, please post it, do not forget, feeding continuously. This sometimes affects the quality of connection and it's frustrating to put a text which is is not always satisfied, even if obvious pleasure in writing from life, and that this can sometimes lead to good jobs. This calmed down again since mid-November, just because I spend less time on the computer, made by frequent business trips. Still trying to keep up to three posts a week.
The big advantage is the almost daily practice of writing. As a blacksmith, and we advance and even if the quality is not always what you are more easily detected flaws or strings for an article catchy.

And I'm far from the project original. With a single log, it became a mini-trip exploration with the moods, discoveries, tips on living in London. Less critical than that of life in Louisiana, rather it tells a part of life in London. The blog became a place of contact, a tour guide for some, a link to plan a trip ...

and I realized that not only I was content to give more of my stories, but also many people came without knowing me and read the blog on landing at other sites where I posted a comment, or Research by keywords on google or yahoo , or because they are themselves bloggers on the same subject.
Tonight elsewhere, we will dine between the French and Belgians who have almost all made the same jump: come to London and a blog.
We often visit our sites.

I understand better the word WEB: the forumers and bloggers are spiders weaving a large canvas.

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French earl gray (Thursday, 23 November 2006)

Il n'est pas toujours facile de parler en anglais dans cette ville. Entre les Asiatiques, les Européens de l'est dont Poles seem to be the largest contingent, it must still reckon with large francophone community. We can not take two steps without running into a francophone. Judge in instead.

I stop for lunch in a cafe near Oxford Street belonging to an international chain (I do not know if it was Nero, Starbucks, Lavazza or another). I order an Earl Grey tea and ... my focus should be especially recognizable because the server continues in French. I extend a sidewalk cafe (yes, yes, a November 23, I assure you) and I notice that several pedestrians speak French.
Parenthetically, this timing was perfect, I had the impression of complete freedom, I could devote myself to drawing crisp an onlooker or a client of coffee, do one or the other photo of buildings around me, or continue to write, during the afternoon being discontinued due to illness.
No nervousness, calmness, outdoors in the sun, it feels good, without a real fish bowl, a bird without cage.
But to return to the French, the night I've been racing and bis repetita, the cashier was Zaire (he says and not Congolese Zaire). Once again, we speak French to evoke London family or his country had taken place the presidential elections.

I do not tell how many times it happened to me.
And frankly, I understand that some do not evolve into English.
There are very clear way to live in this city without speaking forge links.
the French gentlemen, you were beaten at Trafalgar , but you hold your hand. Reconquista (uh, no, that's English ...)!