Rédigé par - corOllule dU cHamp Du pOirier - le e
This is the season for donations. We give, it's easy. It costs nothing. Way of speaking. Give a little bit to a side, to be forgiven of so much wasting from the other. Because, paradoxically, when on the occasion of end-of-year feasts, we suggest to spend nothing specially, to stop participating in that consumer debauchery, those rituals that make no sense, except that of plunging people into a state of tremendous stress, we get outraged reactions, as if it were very expensive.
Henceforth, we see arriving on the supermarket shelves the boxes of chocolates as soon as the fournitures of the back to school are put in reserve. As people's incomes are increasingly bloodless, it is a question of encouraging them to staggering christmas purchases over several months, to pay in several installments for the very expensive presents, or nothing before the begining of the new year. Like prices in 99 cents, paying next year, even if in fact it is in a few weeks, seems to leave a psychological respite enough to no longer see the expense.
This general frenzy causes over-indebtedness, makes people a bit more sick, and destroys the planet a little bit more.
Does this injunction to happiness justifie irresponsability ? Even if it increases cholesterol, poisons the oceans with more plastic, accelerates the extinction of the living ? This gurgling of food does not nourish in any way, heals nothing, brings nothing more than the fake satisfaction of a collective impulse, generated by a continuous pounding of the brain, to that ultime frightening point of persuading that evading all of that would amount a kidney self-amputation, or other same kind of torture.
So we go all together, armed with the checkbook and the blue card. We believe in Santa Claus and we ejaculate of spending money in a great collective groan, just before the hangover, the blow of bamboo, before the first payment notice for the credit of the new flat screen, the latest smartphone, the new robot to make fresh raw multivitaminated juice that we will never have time to use, but so indispensable on the counter of the kitchen.
Do we really need all this to take good time with our loved ones? What would happen so unbearable if we make the choice right now to stop ? If you must spend money to share something, give it to a good cause. No need to do it for an excuse. Give freely. For example, to a wild animals clinic association like [Le centre de Soins de la Faune Sauvage] in Châtellerault. Money or supplies will be accepted with great pleasure.
Our brain supposedly an exceptional fruit of evolution cannot it be used to imagine doing otherwise? Offer home made stuff, eat simple but lovingly cooked at home, decorate home without cut tree. There are so many free opportunities to share more, to meet themselves for real around a simple pretext without that huge waste of ressources. A pretext to renew as much as we want, by the way, and not just once a year when the whole system calls for it.
In my city, henceforth from the holidays of Toussaint to christmas eve, it is the rush in the shops, the traffic jams and the people who everywhere jostle, like a herd of marathoners. I'm not saying that giving up this commercial bleeding will fix hunger in the world, prevent the sea level from rising and protect from a nuclear disaster. For all this, it's already too late.
But, remember what is it about in A Christmas Carol, putting forth the idea that charity, celebration and sincere human connection are more important than wealth and ritual. Therefore, since this is a children's celebration, a little bit of coherence would be welcome about their own future and what legacy we are about to leave to them.
Rédigé par - corOllule dU cHamp Du pOirier - le e
When I was a child, about seven years old, I was jalous about my sister who began to learn English. This language appeared to me with sunny and brightly colors. Yes, I see colors on each vowels and consonants. And at this time, french was dark, grey and a sad way to talk.
French was the language of the bible, of the pastor's sermon every Sabbath morning, of the argues between my parents, of the children at school who called me "Serpent à lunettes", "Jambes d'allumettes", "Trisomie 21" or "Bâtons de tambour".
Yes, I weared glasses, I got almond eyes and a very straight hair at this time. Which, by the way, is a little bit wird considering my curly hair today. I was also smaller than the other kids of my age, all the more so because of my anorexia.
On the other hand, English was the language of those mysterious words embedded in some scenes in Charlie Chaplin's movies that I could see on the french public tv each Christmas. Evenly the language of Mowgli and Mary Poppins, of those movie stars such as Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot or Dustin Hofman in Little Big Man.
To pronounce this sweet and singing language was, and still be, a real enjoyness for my mouth. I don't exagerate. In a way, this is a body language. And the pictures the english words create in my mind, as well as the links between ideas, are more close to my way of thinking, and logical to me, than French.
I have been liking my mother tongue only recently, since about ten years, through my blogging activity which makes me read more and work on a text for a long time before publishing it. But I love English for fourty years. And this summer, I have choosen to study it again.
Firstable, to become able to understand international anglophone web ressources, like news and receipes, Yoga and DIY videos, films, series or documentories. Knowing that 54% of the websites content are in English and the English-speaking population online was about 873 millions in 2015, with growth of 300% the last ten years...
It would be second to none to explore all that without subtitles. And secondly, of course, to be able to speak fluently.
In a legitimate way, the prevalence of English in many domains can be seen as a problem and criticized. It is necessary indeed to help the others languages proportion increase. I would'nt like to see French disappear from screens.
In fact, I contribute with my blog to the contrary and also to its evolution, in particular through the inclusive writing that I defend ardently.
But this is not the point, this is about learning several languages. English is a first choice for me, but then no question to stop, because I will be even more able to learn languages which are close to it, for example Japanese... Or why not Korean !
A few studies prove today that speaking different languages maintains a healthy brain, produces new neuronal connections, preserves from degerenative diseases and makes people be more curious and tolerant.
Who knows, perhaps it will also open doors on my jobseeker route.
In the meantime, I love to think in, read and listen to the language of Virginia Woolf, Mark Twain, William Egglestone or even Jane Jacobs. But here I am going to do the effort to write too, regularly, that will make me do some research on my own, as I always do obviously, but it would be supplementary usefull homework besides my english class.
So, this is the first article, hoping of a long list which will be less and less full of mistakes and clumsiness... and perhaps more and more stylish.