Mercredi 7 janvier 2009
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Mercredi 7 janvier 2009
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Dimanche 23 novembre 2008
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Jeudi 20 novembre 2008
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Eighties, wonderful years, when the kids we were, used to gather once a week in the movie theater to have our weekly American Dream. And for boys of a small town, with cows and corn fields,
this did mean something. Tron, it was so , so , marvelous, the world inside the boxes of computers. ZX81, the first one and already a hit. Basic was the language we learned. Gosh, and Blue leader
in arena, with Commander and his MCP. Cycles , users, not Dad's Hal with the red eye, something new, we were about to discover and live with. Dimensions, here they were again. And a year
later, that was the good Joshua, with his blinking LEDs and this vibrating sound giving him a powerful signature until his electronic voice made our gonads sing. Nothing was better
than the movies that were producted during those years for they gave the world a space where it would be possible to share for years to come. Greetings programs! Greeting Users! Greetings Joshua!
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Mardi 18 novembre 2008
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Herodote's book of inquiries about Egypt tells us about the stories reported by the local populations during his trip at the end of the Egyptian kings reigns, when Greeks, like him, were many to
walk their sandals in the halls and temples of a country which was already a great destination for tourism. Julius and Marcus-Anthony would soon enjoy in the queens arms, the charms of the golden
sands. Questions, or Inquiries as the books are entitled, Herodote had many and was fond of surprising ones, like this one saying the Niles comes out (still nowadays;) from the boiling waters
nearby the cataracts, for no measure could be given when a stone or a weight was sunk in the River.
Regarding how Pyramids were built, I agree with this idea that the workers were using the flood and the dark soils so as to make the large monoliths slide on the paste like on some kind of soap.
Without the engineery of the Romans, moving dunes of sand would have been the best solutions so as to take the stones from the Nile to the top of Pyramids. But for Gyzah it would have meant an
enormous mountain. Ends some discoveries haven't been done yet. Maybe some answers are to be found at Fayoum, though Old empire sites, during centuries, have been destroyed by the peasants
working their fields. Another solution of mine is the snail maze, but it's still not explored. Explanation the center square is filled but the external monoliths are build like a double wall. In
the between space, the sand enables the peasant to hire the stone to a upper level on a soft declivity, always using the soils of the Nile, as soap. Until like the beetle pushing his
dirty ball, it come to the top where the golden pyramidion, primordial benben would open the way to the sky.
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Lundi 17 novembre 2008
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Fridays, for a student in History at La Sorbonne, were sunny days and within my walibi's shirt, green collar and embroided armories, I enjoyed the rising sun of the winter, getting out of the
subway station and having a Malborough, soon before the last quarter of seven ended. Boulevards were full of cars and trucks, but after the noisy hundred meters walked, I finally get into
the university street with its trees and its secret garden where our kisses would be so tender. No matter, the uniforms of the University were like fathers for us and we loved having discussions
nearby their aquarium box were they were to fill their body with the smoke of the student's hords having their favorite tobaccoes slenders. Those were the times of fraternity when we shared our
different ideas and added the pigments of the many civilizations to our own culture.
And Fridays, I loved espacially , for the Master would come and behind Howard's moutache and lapis eyes would give us his scribes stories, wonderful tales for young adults in love with the
borders of the River Nile, the cataracts or melting blue and white Nile in Kharthoum.
And the beloved, the reverred Master would teach through three hours, the old sapience of Old or New Empire, in the same easy style. And of course, we fell in love with Nefertiti, and naturally
we never forgot the blocks in the airs like in a Walt Disney picture, the jackal god opening paths in the desert or being the guardian of the pharaoes for centuries to come. From the sands of
Karnak, to the village of artisans in Tell-el-Amarna, carving the golden characters in our hearts.
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Jeudi 13 novembre 2008
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Jeudi 13 novembre 2008
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Jeudi 13 novembre 2008
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01:34
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Mercredi 12 novembre 2008
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Exchanging ideas and thoughts requires a common media, used by both sides so as to send out and receive without any errors. Computer sciences use some common protocols with their rules and
apparently the bits exchanged are checked, double checked, encapsuled and their integrity kept from on end to the other. But , some people just can't see what was on a site because of their
browser, if they're lucky, and then may ask for a patch to resolve the error, but sometimes things are worse than this. People use a browser interpreting differently everything they've received
and because the sender, on his side is certain that his bits were correctly transmitted, keep on refusing or understanding the answer he receives.
We can laugh about computers and the geeks who are feeding the hamsters, but, in facts, it's exactly the same in the world of humans, and furthermore since we're exchanging with some people
having some different experiences, related to their different lives before they get in our world or we in theirs. Teaching is not only giving but asking in return what has been
understood and taking the time to check. So what if I were another you and you another me is the question? But never, let me suggest what you're gonna be...
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