The right half of her head is dyed blonde. She stands out. Deep inside, she’s not so confident. Soon, she’ll learn what it is to really stand out, when her parents are arrested for killing old ladies. Her life will fall apart, but she’ll sew it back together in time.
Author: Stephanie Booth
Bloggy Friday le 3 octobre 2008 [fr]
[en] Bloggy Fridays are an informal meeting of bloggers and other "online" people initiated in Lausanne. In theory, we meet on the first Friday of each month -- but in practice, you're better off pinging me 10 days before to prompt me to organise it! Next meeting: Friday October 3rd.
Nous avons passé une soirée fort sympathique lors du Bloggy Friday de septembre qui a eu lieu Chez Rony: Virginie, David, Richard, Marco et moi-même, ainsi qu’un invité surprise de dernière minute: Lyonel. Comme vous le voyez, on n’était pas assez pour que les timides puissent se noyer dans la masse et espérer passer inaperçus, mais l’avantage avec les petits groupes c’est qu’on fait vite connaissance de toute le monde 🙂
Oh, plus on est de fous, plus on rit — donc on est contents si on est plus que cinq! — mais au fil des ans, je suis venue à accepter que le Bloggy Friday Lausanne ne sera jamais Paris Carnet.
Si vous avez envie de vous joindre à nous, il suffit de mettre un petit mot dans les commentaires ou de vous inscrire sur Facebook. J’insiste, comme toujours: le Bloggy Friday est ouvert à tous (un vague intérêt pour internet et les nouveaux médias est souhaitable, pas besoin d’être blogueur depuis 8 ans), il n’y a pas besoin de connaître les participants (d’ailleurs ils changent tout le temps) ni de me connaître. L’objectif de telles rencontres c’est justement de faire connaissance de personnes du coin avec des intérêts un peu similaires — qu’on les connaisse déjà en ligne, ou par leur blog, ou pas du tout.
Rendez-vous donc le vendredi 3 octobre 2008 à 20h Chez Rony (c’est très sympa)!
Isa and Sam's Birthday Salad [en]
[fr] Salade mêlée faite pour les anniversaires d'Isa et Sam. Tomates, oignon doux, poivron vert, piment vert, maïs, pousses de soja, feta, feuilles de coriandre, et une sauce à base d'huile d'olive et de vinaigre balsamique.
Here we go, another quick and dirty salad recipe:
- 5 San Marzano tomatoes
- one large sweet onion
- one green bell pepper
- one green chilli pepper (chopped fine!)
- one box of fresh mung sprouts (blanched)
- 2 tins of corn
- 200g of feta cheese
- a lot of chopped coriander
- mixed seeds (pumpkin, sunflower, poppy, flax, sesame, buckwheat — Coop sells the mix)
- dressing: lots of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, some normal vinegar, some lime juice, mustard, tomato concentrate, pepper, salt (enough salt can make the difference between a tasty salad and an unexciting one)
Enjoy!
Reclaiming 43 Folders [en]
[fr] De plus en plus de blogs semblent prendre la route du "multi-auteurs, revenu pub" -- et j'en suis attristée. Merlin Mann, auteur du célèbre 43 Folders, fait machine arrière, et reprend possession de son blog. Ça me fait chaud au coeur.
I was very happy to read this post by Merlin Mann titled Time, Attention, and Creative Work. Here’s an excerpt:
5. This is my site. There are many like it, but this one is mine
43 Folders is now, once again, about what I have to say about things, and I want that to be the sole reason that the idea of a visit here either attracts or repels you.Yes, there will still be occasional guest posts, open threads, and of course, I’ll be linking to and quoting widely from the work of others. But I’m taking a cue from John, Andy, Jason, and anybody else who wants to own every pixel of their site. I’m buying back my own stock, even if it incurs a short-term writedown.
Over the last year, I’ve been increasingly saddened that a number of personal blogs I love (not least /Message, by my dear friend Stowe Boyd), have morphed into multi-author “media outlets” complete with ad revenue. And I’m glad to see 43 Folders coming back from that.
I discovered 43 Folders roughly two years ago when it was still Merlin’s site, and it was my starting-point for understanding what this GTD thing was many people were talking about. I visited regularly (by my standards — I’m a lousy blog reader) but at some point, 43 Folders changed.
Instead of dropping in at “my pal Merlin’s” to see what he had to say today, it felt like dropping into a noisy bar. And I’m a person who prefers a quiet heart-to-heart conversation around a cup of tea to an evening hanging out at the bar.
So, welcome back, Merlin. It’s nice to see you again.
The man seems pleasant, until I notice [en]
The man seems pleasant, until I notice the earwax. I follow him off the train and clean his ear with my knife before I cut his throat. I can’t stand earwax. I go home and change; I’m late for work. Bob tells me off again. Pity his ears are clean.
Rhonda is a psionic half-elf, born to [en]
Rhonda is a psionic half-elf, born to be a misfit. Why she chose to run for president is beyond me. But people like her — there’s always some suspicion, though, with those psionics. I’m in charge of her security, and this time, the anonymous dragon threat we received seems serious.
The five shared a coworking space [en]
The five shared a coworking space in the city centre. Many others came and went, dropped in and stopped by, but there was always the five of them. They dated, got married, had children, won the lottery, divorced, hooked up with a millionaire. Lived lives. Then the building was destroyed.
Twibbles fled out of the flat, waddled [en]
Twibbles fled out of the flat, waddled hastily down the stairs (no rolling down, phew) and waited patiently by the door.
The humans sure were noisy today.
Pee on bushes. Catch some exercise (that belly) and eat rubbish (the best).
Kidnapped. Bite. Escape. 150 miles to home. Much fitter.
John cannot stop writing. He's only a few [en]
John cannot stop writing. He’s only a few days ahead.
The enchanted notebook freed his ideas and gave him a story. But to his horror, he has ended up writing the world.
He dreads reaching the last pages — if time doesn’t catch up with his writing before then.
Five people on the last train to Lausanne [en]
Five people on the last train to Lausanne. They don’t know each other… yet.
By dawn, I will have brought four of them to kill each other, and dealt with the fifth.
I’ll plead insanity — but trust me, there was nothing insane about this. I just saved the world.