Sunday, February 21, 2010

Wedding Reading In Spanish

Aux Armes etc. ...




... I whistled the Marseillaise and the flag underfoot. I look uptight about this country and its quarrels. The unbridled look bleached and peeling. I stutter, almost without accent, the same problems that decades ago ... Country of Human Rights? So live and wild women killed by men themselves killing their own image ... but the songs and dances of resistance in their intense insults, beautify and sing France.

My father fought Vichy and collaboration. Expert in forged documents, save the victims of betrayal. Act and resist when the country loses because it offers humanity without taking the consent of the president. Hiding? Because of his affiliations, these struggles to bring justice in the balance. Youth, health, are cloistered in the resistance. No French, no rewards? No problem, it saves France.

secrecy and censorship are creating a long silence, a silence that covers and stifling the screams - and the aftershocks as well - and the country says: "Sing and sing and France sings. "

The thought of blackness to the writings of Aime Cesaire, the language of Kateb Yacine exceeding Molière, at home in the huts of revolutionary words, enriching a language dear to many of the wretched of the earth. The advance of Olympe de Gouges in a struggle without reward? All these beings whose replica replaced a long silence, all these spirits whose existence has embellished sling their global reputation will be served to France.

Our countries are far away, but proud as a mother seeing her child gone home but never forget that defies integration of amnesia if it is . Go into the country if it is to be raised. Me, I have broken country - it's not prosthetics. Related by blood, I can not ignore them. And nobody has to tell me the foot on which I dance. She accepts me as being multiple, and I will sing of France.

country envied by many, thanks to its rich history ... But the past is to use crop respect too thin, then it duplicates the great American and his victory. And force it to copy only resembles his province ... And ghettos are expanding, getting poorer, it's romantic. Nobody needed this, excessive poverty. What a difference between us and the guy across the Atlantic? Who knows why, it's harder to sing in France.

I will not go to war, I have no land as pride. I have no land but acres of citizenship, which can also defend themselves by force of arms - by dint of being built, it will eventually ingrown toenail ... Exit to sing something, I hum humanity while requiring it to admit that this is his chance. And when the doors remain closed, he is involved, because that's his bruises that can be built in France.

secrecy and censorship are creating a long silence, a silence that covers and stifling the screams - and the aftershocks as well - and the country says: "Sing and sing and France sings. "

Rocé "I sing of France"

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Letters For Community Service

Because convicts must remain des galériens...


This morning I received an envelope from the job center shows where I found a photocopy of a pay slip that I had sent over with a handwritten inscription: "AEM join. Point. No explanatory note. Not even a "hello". Nothing.
Ok, either I will "join the MEA. But in fact that I attach to? And especially where?
On the envelope, no return address does not appear.
Well, I'll search the web address of the center Employment Entertainment then.
Nothing. At all ...
If I return it anywhere, it will not be validated because the job center, you see, there is a different address for each service. (And let me say that if not validated, I risk the radiation ...).
Last solution thus: the phone.

The
3949. An arm's appeal. I wait for 10 good minutes. Then:

- job center hello!

- Hello Madam, I need the address of the center Employment Entertainment please. Sorry to call you for that, but I can not find any info on the internet and I have to send them a certificate ...

- Well yes it is normal! It's not on the internet that you 'll find!

- Ah ok. So I do well then call (?) Can you tell me please?

- At what center you registered?

- Rue de Malte it seems ...

- No it is not possible what you're telling me there!

- Ok, so it was in the 15th.

- Listen is anything that you told me!

- No these are the only two centers that I had to do ...

- Pfffff! Well ... What borough you live?

- The 20th.

- Your membership number?

- I do not have it on me, I ....

- But it's really anything here!

- I can give you my name, address etc ...

- How do you want me to find information with only your district? You think you're the only one in the 20th?! If I am not your number, I can not do anything myself!

- But, Madam, I have a name, a name, you can find with it, right?

- No! If you do not have your number, or your area of registration, we will not go away ... And you do not have a letter from the job center? On the header there an address.

- Not exactly that's why I call you. I have only one letter on which nothing appears ...

- (sigh)

- I just know he is Assedic Shows ...

- Yes, non-bah. You're not serious ! I am willing to help you but if you land like that with nothing, we will not do it! I need your number listed! And then the "Assedic," it no longer exists!

- Listen lady, it's no trouble to speak to me. I am a person before being a number. And I am polite with you so there's nothing to treat me like this ... You can not search my name? Or just look for the address of the job center in Paris Shows? (...) Hello?!

She hung up on me ...

Please leave me in a galley Madam, thank you Pole Emploi, merci la France !!
"Pôle Emploi à votre service" mon cul ouais !!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

How Do I Clean Wax From My Bluetooth Ear Piece

From West to East


On the plane.
Just left warm Cali for frozen jungle New York.
Happy though.
Feel like I was going back home.
Just love its stinky streets and crazy buildings. Its breathing Central Park. Its Met and MoMa. Its Brooklyn. Its English Harlem. Its Urban Outfitters stores. Its yellow cabs. Its hip hop music. Its bridges and sea.
Its selfish people that help you when you get lost though. Its stress, noise and 24/24 way of life.
Well actually I just feel like that place was made for me...

Friday, February 5, 2010

Cortical Irregularity Kidney

Up In The Air


is up New York ....

Thursday, February 4, 2010

How Do I Clean Wax From My Bluetooth Earpiece

LOS(T) ANGELES


THE off the plane.
It's like being in Mexico. A little Latin in this world Rican. I love it.

THE first day.
It's pouring. Not so much.
LaCienega Blvd. An omelet mixed vegetables and a regular coffee not regular at all (like a soup that is the trick). A tour of the supermarket and cinoche.
It has nothing to do with New York. I realize how LA is great. Immense. Infinite ... So that roughly three quarters of the time they were happening in his car.
Here we do not work, ever. We run in a tracksuit, with a protein shake his hand. Detached houses and palm trees replace the endless skyscrapers.
There are good women dressed all in pink strolling with a Yorkie in their bag Louis Vuitton (Pink too obviously).

THE 2nd day.
Filming in Santa Monica. It is like shooting a movie in a movie. A word of abyss. Pleonastic really.
The sun made me fall jacket. I saw the sea and palm trees.
It's hard to be stressed ...

THE 3rd day.
"Wow it's beautiful, it looks like the Riviera in America."
Sure, it's beautiful ...
Then you begin to take the game are not left his sunglasses, you drive with Lady Gaga way into his radio and say "hi how are you doing?" to all those we meet. It is very cool. The contact is so easy ... Moreover, all looks easy. It feels no stress.
It's like a holiday all year. (Unless we dine at 18h).

THE 4th and 5th days.
RAS
I eat fajitas. I work in a surprisingly relaxing.
It's nice. Everyone smiled. The
Bithume and quail have stopped me miss.

THE 6th day.
Warning I'm starting to feel like doing anything.
As to dress in sweatpants and eat that stuff chelous. To buy a dog and go for a run to Venice. To have a car of bolos, with tinted windows. Have an orange complexion and smooth my hair.
A French quotes me proudly The Eag of:
- You know California is magic! It's just like in Hotel California " Any Time You Can checkout you like, But You Can Never Leave."
Oh yeah? I'll never be able to leave?

THE 7th day.
Ok I think he's right. I can not leave here.
It's too nice. Safe and warm ...

THE 8th day.
I'm going jogging brunch.
I look at the photos I took. Some of me. Damn, that's it ... I have wrinkles I almost want to fuck me in the face of botox.
In a park, I told a guy who ran naked torso: "congratulations on your body," followed by a "handsome!" (In French text).
But what happens whore? I get a guy from Les Halles uninhibited ...

THE last day.
's it, I'm on the verge of getting tattooed a portrait of Tupac Shakur.
Quickly, I place this size, I become completely crazy ...