Monday, 31 March 2008

En 89, les Parisiens ont pris la Bastille, en 68, ils ont pris la parole


As Nana asked me to, I will try to explain what happened in Paris in the spring of 1968. That is hard. "Mai 68" is a very strange event in France, especially in Paris, echoing the civil rights movement in the United States, but it was very different in spirit and origin for the Paris case. Pupils and students of Paris universities went on "strike" and revolted against the burden of social convention and against the mental paralysis of the French establishment. History says it sparked off when spring came, and on March 22nd pupils were fed up with seeing their female classmates sleeping in another building and being forbidden to visit them. Lots of other versions exist and that is where Robert Merle comes in the picture : he wrote a whole book about that day to depict the whole set of circumstances around those premices. The national archives of French TV and radio (INA) only last year made public the documents about that event, giving a whole new material to open perspectives on these origins and check hypotheses. But no one cares any more. The truth is people wanted some oxygen in their lives and souls, suffering from widespread authoritarism and wanting to dream about brighter future... and present. But the demands of protesters were unclear, and went in all direction, because there was no real structured thought or ideology to help formulate the claims in a intelligible vocabulary. It was not really a communist or a maoist revolution, it was clearly not about raising wages. It was just that when you were not conforming to the working, grey, silent and docile horizon society fixed to your life, you were considered like a shit, that when you thought something, you couldn't really discuss it, that fathers were always right, bosses always winning. If you are on Earth, it is for working hard and dying quietly (each time I see a movie, a documentary or whatever about how people behaved during that period, I a frightened, really. Sometimes, today Japanese society make me think about that a lot). That was more or less what the youth of that time was fed up with and claim to abolish.

A childish, essential, imprecise and very clear case.

The whole heart of Paris was under siege by students holding meetings in their universities theatre to debate about how to fight against a predominant state of mind, pianos were installed and played in the square of Sorbonne, cars piled up in the adjacent streets, flowers were painted on the walls and Molotov cocktails thrown to squads of military police charging indistinctly students and other inhabitants of the neighbourhood. Posters were printed by idealistic printers with mottos about the beauty of life and the cruelty of rules, while tyranny and intellectual terrorism were experienced among the dreamers' meetings by the organized revolutionary groups, who saw an opportunity in that insurrection and wanted to channel the revolt into their long-studied plans of revolution.

Then, workers went on strike, trade unions first followed the movement and then kind of took control of it. They formulated demands in terms of the good old-fashion class struggle (for the revolutionaries) or of wage and work-condition improvement (for the reformists), in terms of death to the system for the anarchists, death to bourgeois culture for the maoists, and death to the super-ego for the psychoanalysts, etc. The whole thing went on several weeks, with a real state of insurrection in Paris, and movements a bit everywhere in France. Bourgeois feared for their properties and for "order and security". Nations of the world feared for a Red revolution in Paris, settling soviets on the wrong side of the iron curtain. Le Général de Gaulle, then in charge, secretly took refuge in some place still unknown with certainty by historians, and disappeared completely a few days. He came back, repressed the whole thing, lovers of the orders marched on the Champs Elysées to show they wanted tradition and order back and the old system unchanged : no one knew where it cam from or where it could go, so reaction came high in the public opinion. The Général dissolved the Assembly and organized general elections within 30 days to allow a formal expression of that reaction, that resulted in an almost unprecedented victory of Gaullists (as you can expect). But just a year later, he organized a referendum about a minor constitutional subject, only to tell France that voting for that was voting for him. He lost and he quit. The whole society had changed because colours and discussions had flourished everywhere, and not any more exclusively about the question of whether the Marxist revolution was the next step of humanity, or whether hormones were the only ground for a will to change the society.

You can tell I am very biased when telling you all those things, and my knowledge of it is very small, filtered by the things I wanted to read and hear about it. It is a real unidentified object in social history, and everyone understands it differently. Sarkozy declared during the presidential campaign that he wanted to get rid of the 68 heritage, because the praise of laziness and the contestation of authority were the deep reasons for the long-term levels of unemployment and the problems of deficit in the State's budget. (sic!)

So you see : the fight is not over...

Not to leave the last word to this idiotic guy, let me tell you this best condensed description of what happened in may 68: In 1789, our fathers took Bastille, today we recover our speech: En mai, on a pris la parole comme on a pris la Bastille en 1789

Thursday, 27 March 2008

Where? Who? Why not? Who cares?


As you see I found the cabel to download the photos and make the post I promised long time ago. The prize is a bottle of Dreher bak in Budapest or a complete Pizza dinner in Ljubljana if he/she comes :)

Sunday, 23 March 2008

It's the rabbit

Happy easter for you all!

Friday, 21 March 2008

Puzzling addiction

This morning in the shower (you know, that daily magic moment you have when all becomes clear in your mind), I felt like an urge. To go and get a good puzzle, and dedicate my room's floor to these little pieces of cardboard for the days to come. And I realised perfectly well where it came from. These last few days in Lynx place, we finally began the puzzle we had bought in Amsterdam. It looks like this (I know it's all grey and every part looks alike, but it's only 1000 pieces):

If you like that picture, just go to this wonderful website. It took me ages to find on the web an image of a real sketch by Rembrandt (usually you only find reproductions of sketches made by Rembrandt admirers after his work). Let alone the amazing quality of that picture! (hint: this makes a fabulous wallpaper to my widescreen laptop, it has perfect proportions for that. Just select "Fit to screen" rather than "Fill screen" if you are on a Mac, and just grab a tissue and start crying of you are on a PC, and good luck with the "Tile" or "Stretch" options)

Anyway, I realized I was simply an ex-addict falling back again for his forgotten sin. When I was a boy, I could spend days and weeks (especially in holiday, but not only) doing and re-doing the same ten puzzles again and again. Little by little, I lost the habit. And now that I have tried it again, I just can't help feeling the urge of diving back in my old obsession.

Lynx, I promise I won't propose you to take a cigarette again, at the end of a party, now I think I know what an ex-addict feels. Or maybe you are stronger with tobacco than me with puzzles?

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Offence of 'complicity in toking'

Seen in the toilets of a mythic train, the Flying Scotsman.

If you see someone smoking and fail to denounce them to the "Train Guard", you might be prosecuted.

Now my heart-broken thoughts got to the poor CCTV which must feel they are no much use any more, in a society of denunciation.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

Stranger than fiction

This movie is not new. Not old either.
I love Emma Thompson, Dustin Hoffman as well and I kind of like Maggie Gyllenhaal. That's not the reason I suggest you to watch this movie.
Here is a trailer for it:

Please, if you feel like to see something refreshingly grotesk, try this one.

Thursday, 13 March 2008

Insomnia - Take 1


Dear VCBisztroters,

Here is a big first-time for me : I just went out of bed at 4:30 in the morning with no urge to go back to my bedsheets and grab a little more sleep from this cruel world. I just feel like taking a good tea, and do a bit of my research which I didn't do much yesterday. Not that anyone is interested in my little adventures, but do you call that insomnia? It is very strange to me, though, as I usually rather can't go to bed, you know, unable to feel any need to go to bed, even 5 or 6 hours after having had dinner and having said goodbye and sleep well to the ones I love, on the phone or on the chat. Today is just the opposite, I woke up a bit at 4.30, like so many times before, but couldn't possibly close my eyes any more. Not that it was painful, really, but I just couldn't. So, what! let's get up!

I can see two possibilities to that o so very strange matter of fact. First, it is only one more weird twist of my researcher's sense of guilt. You know, that dreadful thing that is chasing us, even when we have worked all day: "How come your thesis is not finished yet?"

Another possibility is just... the opposite. I feel so good about my work, life, love, stomach (all four cardinal points of my life, in no particular order), that I don't have to flee under the blanket to forget about it in the arms of slumber.

Who knows which of the two it is? Whichever, it will be a good surprise to Lynx to find me awaken, maybe still working, when she gets up. Maybe I should put some silent alarm on, just before hers ring, so that I go back to bed alongside her, so that she won't be afraid to wake up without feeling me close at hand...

In any case, this strange new state of affairs has two unexpected sides (unexpected: to me). The good side is, I feel new splendid thrills: I drew the curtains open on the nightly lights of street lamps and I will see, little by little, the sun dawn's light growing. Something that I usually only observe when I am a/ completely drunk after a long, long night of partying b/ very, very tired and guilty to have spent the whole night doing nonsense online or watching too many episodes of, say, Dexter.

The dark side is... well, I can't remember. There won't be too much of a dark side, then. Well, I hope. Any light of a professional morning insomniac would be much appreciated here.

Morning-night-catly yours,
Tarelle

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

Alas, too late for the beer brew


Lynx and I missed the public beer brew organized each year by our favorite, family-owned traditional natural-(meaning-atmospheric)-yeast-only brewery, Cantillon. No regrets, it was a while ago, on March 1st. Next session on November 8th . Be there or be square!

But if you are really sad you missed the previous session, don't rush on your fridge and drink all you find there. Rather visit that forum (or do both, drink and visit)! Lynx, I am sure you will love it. Especially the section where beer lovers discuss their degustation experience. And the one with news and announcements (Revue de Presse).

Practical, huh?

Monday, 10 March 2008

Jiri Kylian

I know that my culture-related posts are not the most popular ones but I absolutely want to show this to you - to i because it is her nameday and she likes ballet as much as I do (we both have our "little ballerina" picture from the eighties, ha?) and to nanaimo because she commented a few days ago about having understand something of modern dance for the first time and I want to prove that good "new" dance is not mystical...and to tarelle because he have met the above-listed ladies at a modern dance performance in Trafo, or was I just dreaming that?

Anyway, this piece is a contemporary one but still, there is no need to understand it, it is just simply nice to look at. The dancers are just great (the company we have seen with beansoup: the Nederlands Dans Theater.) I hope you have ten minutes for it - don't be scared, it has nice music but that starts only after two minutes (a wonderful Mozart). It is good picture quality, even on fullscreen. (And if you like it you can have the second part -entirely consisting of duetts- type "Kylian petite mort in the youtube browser.)





i-day

As a gift for the world's best cookie-maker's nameday, here is a unique recepie for making donut! Enjoy.

Monday, 3 March 2008

Traveler IQ

Some mind-numbing stuff for you - I don't want to be the only one wasting precious time! (It is actually good fun, but beware: it is addictive.)

Sunday, 2 March 2008

There will be blood

I swear I wanted to watch this movie even before Daniel Day-Lewis got the Oscar... and despite of the weird title (the Hungarian version is even worse, e.g. "Bleeding oil"). Therefore I refused to read any information related to it (I did not even know what era it is set) because the presence of my actor-idol was enough. Briefly put: it is worth watching, mainly because of his acting as the movie itself is sometimes a bit too slow. This should be enough so go and watch it (or for stay-home mums: you can rent it as well, you won't loose anything by not watching it on big screen.)

The main interest of the movie (for me) comes from the fact that you are never sure if you should like or hate Daniel - both feelings are justified. I cannot help but sympathise with him but I am sure tarelle will hate him to the bones. That's one of the big issues between us, by the way: my ability of finding excuses for almost everybody.  So, contest: how good are you for finding excuses for stupid/mean/boring/etc. people? I am too good a catholic, it seems, I can (almost) always at least feel sorry for that sort of people - sometimes even forgive them. Can you?  

Anniversary

Lynx is right, we didn't even celebrate that our blog is one year old already.
Here comes a music (sorry for the cartoon) what I heard in the real Castro, every and each time I went there. As if they were greeting me with it.

Saturday, 1 March 2008

How should Király Sándor's quote be embroidered?

You feel more like nana using:
cross stitch
backstitch
chain stitch
stem stitch
a good glass of wine
a Swiss knife's corkscrew
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