Hard times for PUDUC
Chapter 1: A coffee at Uncle.
I hung up the phone after spending a long time talking with my friend Lolo, about a new meditation technique that is currently testing at this time when my phone rings again. The valet is
taking off from home and wants to know if it tells me to go drink coffee at Uncle Frank, this afternoon.
_Ok for me, I'll be ready in 5 minutes.
_Parfait arrive.
45 minutes later, it is outside my door. I take him out when he broke his record for the 2km walk that separates his home from mine.
It then raises an eyebrow and said laconically.
_ Normal'm past the motorway!
We then take the road to the home of our dear Uncle.
2:15 later, aboard the "Niu-Bitteul" (The servant is necessarily leading), we finally arrive at their destination.
_You're ahead, Dad is in his workshop with Schany and Bruno, the son Benji tells us the master of the place.
_J'ai took a shortcut, "said the valet with a satisfied air, and then asks.
_Y'a coffee?
In the back yard that is the preserve of our host. His studio, his dungeon, his between as its qualifiers to describe the mythical place or our Uncle Frank invents all sorts of appliances and other machines of all kinds. The latest being a revolutionary sewing machine made entirely of stainless steel with a hybrid engine coupled to NOS canisters (like the cars in fast and furious).
While my friend's Jack sips his coffee, I'll see what happens in the garden. For this I must of course avoid the numerous traps installed in the field by Nathalie and for any curious.
Indeed, apart from anti-personnel mines, false filled with sharp stakes, traps wolves and bears, our dear Nath, has decorated his garden many flowers as beautiful as lethal as well as a few copies of carnivorous plants in a dangerous extreme. I even heard that a series of burglaries had occurred a few months ago, in the area and it was suddenly interrupted the next day or Nath had planted a new solid.
Through the security door of the shop, I see quite a commotion. I drummed for my attention then.
The noise stops and then the door opens. It Schany the black angel greets me warmly.
_ in, my friend, come see!
Stay tuned.
CLIMALP - Echo Arrambourg Hamlet (4 Passive Houses)
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Kabuki Brush Cream Foundation
The lunch
Who can tell me why the teen, he must get out of bed in the morning to truck to go to school, who returns to his bed, grumbling that breakfast in tears because he realizes that 'he is left with only 4 minutes to take the bus "but-why-you-woke-me-not-over-early," running like hell at the end of the street to jump into his morning bus whose driver , knowing, waits a few minutes past 2 years ... So, why the same young, the same, just 3j later was able to get up at 7:30 one day of vacation, enjoy a hearty breakfast, prepared with an awareness that I do not know him all his ski gear bottle including water and biscuits, the gloves that go well, glasses etc ... Be very far ahead to take the shuttle that he and his buddies go up on sunny slopes and almost deserted.
I could not believe my eyes this morning and I will remember. Thus, the teen is able to manage his own early morning wake up when needed ...
Well, this same teenager who, while 14h to you are about to enjoy a well deserved nap (yes, well deserved) calls you to announce that
1 / There's too much fog too we do not see 2 meters
2 / It's too cold we really serious quail
3 / The shuttle is 18h
4 / if by chance you might not ...
What are you doing? You you give your well-deserved nap 2 hours and 4 young let you freeze in the fog on the slopes, after all you've given enough to take the shuttle, then heck, eh ...
Nope ... you sigh a big blow, you put on your boots, your warm jacket and you start driving your minibus. And you do not forget to return to the distribution of friends in the neighboring villages before returning home. For
nap of the day is blown. Then you console yourself by sending an email to the gentle bump. You meet up in a tea room and Failure to nap alone you compensate with a good tea with a really good cake, head to head in a quiet and muffled. You're just part of the house almost on the sly by running in the wings "I'm going shopping I'm not in there long."
Anyway, your herd of teenagers who cares, everyone is glued to a screen or a bowl of cereal, and as long as the refrigerator is full, the overflowing fruit bowl of clementines, and as long as is not mealtime, nobody cares about where you are.
Not even the frog!
Tomorrow nap. If so, I insist!
Who can tell me why the teen, he must get out of bed in the morning to truck to go to school, who returns to his bed, grumbling that breakfast in tears because he realizes that 'he is left with only 4 minutes to take the bus "but-why-you-woke-me-not-over-early," running like hell at the end of the street to jump into his morning bus whose driver , knowing, waits a few minutes past 2 years ... So, why the same young, the same, just 3j later was able to get up at 7:30 one day of vacation, enjoy a hearty breakfast, prepared with an awareness that I do not know him all his ski gear bottle including water and biscuits, the gloves that go well, glasses etc ... Be very far ahead to take the shuttle that he and his buddies go up on sunny slopes and almost deserted.
I could not believe my eyes this morning and I will remember. Thus, the teen is able to manage his own early morning wake up when needed ...
Well, this same teenager who, while 14h to you are about to enjoy a well deserved nap (yes, well deserved) calls you to announce that
1 / There's too much fog too we do not see 2 meters
2 / It's too cold we really serious quail
3 / The shuttle is 18h
4 / if by chance you might not ...
What are you doing? You you give your well-deserved nap 2 hours and 4 young let you freeze in the fog on the slopes, after all you've given enough to take the shuttle, then heck, eh ...
Nope ... you sigh a big blow, you put on your boots, your warm jacket and you start driving your minibus. And you do not forget to return to the distribution of friends in the neighboring villages before returning home. For
nap of the day is blown. Then you console yourself by sending an email to the gentle bump. You meet up in a tea room and Failure to nap alone you compensate with a good tea with a really good cake, head to head in a quiet and muffled. You're just part of the house almost on the sly by running in the wings "I'm going shopping I'm not in there long."
Anyway, your herd of teenagers who cares, everyone is glued to a screen or a bowl of cereal, and as long as the refrigerator is full, the overflowing fruit bowl of clementines, and as long as is not mealtime, nobody cares about where you are.
Not even the frog!
Tomorrow nap. If so, I insist!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
How Does Herpes Simplex Type 2 Get Worse
Holidays? Dead Can Dance
No, I'm not on vacation!
Warning ticket high in acidity and bitterness ...
Being part of the last zone, banging eight weeks in a row, watch the "1st areas" come and spoil our meager capital Snow (Nyark-Nyark-Nyark) and have miles of pollutants in these valleys caps ...
Just kidding, eh, for tourists! If I talk about eight weeks between two is hard, I'm not saying that I have trouble getting up in the morning, I'm lazy.
I'm talking about children who are tired, I speaks of these students exhausted, restless, who do not take up. I say this charged atmosphere, that kind of atmosphere that you feel ready to go into a spin from one moment to another for a trifle unpredictable ... I mean those lifeless eyes and identified in teachers' lounge, I mean the tension is palpable on edge and alert at all times and without a moment's respite in a day's work. I speak of these battalions agitated hormones ready for all the jokes, all that could be normal schoolboy made a joke to a reduced adult supervision to the bone, exhausted and demotivated IN ADDITION years ...
I had planned two days ago to make a nice post about my job, with big pieces of optimism in it. But there ... not the courage. And then it would sound really faux.Et yet, damn I love my job. This one and not another. Even without recognition. Or social (that I do not care in general as a fig) Not from my peers "teachers of discipline" as they say. Because yes, what, he holds a CAPES documentation on a tray 4 or 5, with a success rate of 2%, with proven expertise in information science and communication, for being in everyday life under-treated and under-employed, something of a hybrid between the librarian (I love the librarians, I even spent their competition and I now regret not having insisted after the first failure, at least I would make a trade today clear, visible and known what it is ... end of the bracket) and the supervisor, it is not always easy. We must position themselves and reposition themselves continuously to just be able to exercise it.
Everyday I can not even have that detachment and sense of humor that saves lives, when colleagues ask me whether I buy books or if it gives me the Rector of the tracks, who question my legitimacy to fill the shelves of books for young readers who stick to programs, all subjects and all disciplines, not to anticipate a year before so that once the program effective, the Commission already offers books on which to work, which surprised the necessary knowledge in children's novels who hit just, like, opening the mind and without wasting scarce public funds or allocated to me, or disappoint the curiosity of teenage readers, at the same time trying to bring into play those who are afraid.
I do not even talk about this mess teaching skills of info'com ', that is to teach young people to identify and decipher the world, take action and be aware of the participants information society and develop learning skills such as cross criticism and the mastery of thought and nurtured distanced ...
a daily basis, this business comes down now to spend his time in justification, to elbow and beg for groups of students (other than for monitoring so elves study room luxury) with colleagues ; to try to implement these skills, know-how and concepts ...
Today all that bothers me ... tires me and disgusts me. From above when we "lay" a draft circular that redefines our business mission, which denies contempt for which we have been recruited, the basis on which we were engaged and on which our contract s relies indeed it will in future be difficult to position ourselves as true professionals with skills transferable. Just service providers. Serving whom? No student in any case ...
Anyway, the Educ'Nat 'Is not in the process of dissolving, turning into "Service (at ) public" that offers "products"? The "educational product" as the box of green beans extra fine? (Via self-teaching institutions through the famous DHG-overall workload-and near-term competitive institutions, their productivity , forgiveness, their profitability , oh, damn, their results in exams - and make no mistake, dear parents, it is to succeed faciiiiiiile artificially the greatest number of exams ...) to make way for his own commodification ( in this regard, the term the company has already joined: Objectives, Results, means of action, and soon value added .. .)
But now, the skills we develop are not yet commercial, accountants, they are not the docile citizens expected tomorrow. Outside the business world, no hello?
I still have almost 20 years to practice this profession yet. But I could still exercise the way I like, with the return of students who often spend the bitter pill and size of a lemon ( I am correct, I mean pill but that is another metaphor that I comes to mind). Could I still work without being the herald spite me a vision of society that I disapprove?
No, I'm not on vacation ... I'm on vacation ... vacancy in motivation. Not that I've lost faith ... I just can not accede to that they would stick me.
You, the troll that is inevitably there, not worth me suggest that if I'm not happy I just have to change professions. Thank you, if I change my business, I do not need your opinion bitter and sterile. I could if I wanted. But now, I do NOT want to change jobs :-) So let me Chouin SI I WANT to play and whistleblowers IF I WANT! This is not a corporation but to defend a certain vision of society ... Flee to elsewhere is not constructive. In any case it is not my way of being a citizen.
No, I'm not on vacation!
Warning ticket high in acidity and bitterness ...
Being part of the last zone, banging eight weeks in a row, watch the "1st areas" come and spoil our meager capital Snow (Nyark-Nyark-Nyark) and have miles of pollutants in these valleys caps ...
Just kidding, eh, for tourists! If I talk about eight weeks between two is hard, I'm not saying that I have trouble getting up in the morning, I'm lazy.
I'm talking about children who are tired, I speaks of these students exhausted, restless, who do not take up. I say this charged atmosphere, that kind of atmosphere that you feel ready to go into a spin from one moment to another for a trifle unpredictable ... I mean those lifeless eyes and identified in teachers' lounge, I mean the tension is palpable on edge and alert at all times and without a moment's respite in a day's work. I speak of these battalions agitated hormones ready for all the jokes, all that could be normal schoolboy made a joke to a reduced adult supervision to the bone, exhausted and demotivated IN ADDITION years ...
I had planned two days ago to make a nice post about my job, with big pieces of optimism in it. But there ... not the courage. And then it would sound really faux.Et yet, damn I love my job. This one and not another. Even without recognition. Or social (that I do not care in general as a fig) Not from my peers "teachers of discipline" as they say. Because yes, what, he holds a CAPES documentation on a tray 4 or 5, with a success rate of 2%, with proven expertise in information science and communication, for being in everyday life under-treated and under-employed, something of a hybrid between the librarian (I love the librarians, I even spent their competition and I now regret not having insisted after the first failure, at least I would make a trade today clear, visible and known what it is ... end of the bracket) and the supervisor, it is not always easy. We must position themselves and reposition themselves continuously to just be able to exercise it.
Everyday I can not even have that detachment and sense of humor that saves lives, when colleagues ask me whether I buy books or if it gives me the Rector of the tracks, who question my legitimacy to fill the shelves of books for young readers who stick to programs, all subjects and all disciplines, not to anticipate a year before so that once the program effective, the Commission already offers books on which to work, which surprised the necessary knowledge in children's novels who hit just, like, opening the mind and without wasting scarce public funds or allocated to me, or disappoint the curiosity of teenage readers, at the same time trying to bring into play those who are afraid.
I do not even talk about this mess teaching skills of info'com ', that is to teach young people to identify and decipher the world, take action and be aware of the participants information society and develop learning skills such as cross criticism and the mastery of thought and nurtured distanced ...
a daily basis, this business comes down now to spend his time in justification, to elbow and beg for groups of students (other than for monitoring so elves study room luxury) with colleagues ; to try to implement these skills, know-how and concepts ...
Today all that bothers me ... tires me and disgusts me. From above when we "lay" a draft circular that redefines our business mission, which denies contempt for which we have been recruited, the basis on which we were engaged and on which our contract s relies indeed it will in future be difficult to position ourselves as true professionals with skills transferable. Just service providers. Serving whom? No student in any case ...
Anyway, the Educ'Nat 'Is not in the process of dissolving, turning into "Service (at ) public" that offers "products"? The "educational product" as the box of green beans extra fine? (Via self-teaching institutions through the famous DHG-overall workload-and near-term competitive institutions, their productivity
But now, the skills we develop are not yet commercial, accountants, they are not the docile citizens expected tomorrow. Outside the business world, no hello?
I still have almost 20 years to practice this profession yet. But I could still exercise the way I like, with the return of students who often spend the bitter pill and size of a lemon ( I am correct, I mean pill but that is another metaphor that I comes to mind). Could I still work without being the herald spite me a vision of society that I disapprove?
No, I'm not on vacation ... I'm on vacation ... vacancy in motivation. Not that I've lost faith ... I just can not accede to that they would stick me.
You, the troll that is inevitably there, not worth me suggest that if I'm not happy I just have to change professions. Thank you, if I change my business, I do not need your opinion bitter and sterile. I could if I wanted. But now, I do NOT want to change jobs :-) So let me Chouin SI I WANT to play and whistleblowers IF I WANT! This is not a corporation but to defend a certain vision of society ... Flee to elsewhere is not constructive. In any case it is not my way of being a citizen.
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