J’ai décidé de tout casser.
Avec la tâche que je m’étais infligée de faire une migration depuis un outil développé maison vers Spip, rien n’avançait.
Je règle le problème à coups d’améliorations progressives, et désolé si je casse quelque chose ; vous pouvez vous rendre sur mon portfolio en cliquant sur ce lien.
While walking in the small ways that are joining my lane to other streets, I discovered one month ago a small shop which was intriguing me...
It appeared a bit later that Sdodo are making and selling photographs.
Ce texte est une citation du livre de Gao XingJian : « La montagne de l’âme » ; pp 76,77 ; Éditions de l’Aube ; 2000.
La première version de ce livre (en chinois) date de 1990, soit 18 ans avant le tremblement de terre du 12 mai 2008 qui aura tué officiellement environ 70.000 personnes. Cette zone regorge de barrages et de centrales nucléaires...
Pà arrived in my apartment on the 2nd of March. He died in my arms on the 29th of April in the St. Anthony Animal Recovery Hospital. He was injured by a parasite that went from his ears up to his brain, causing enough damages to him to kill him.
As a side note, the doctors there did everything that was possible to save him; it was just too late to be able to do anything. No one’s to blame but fate and probably me for not going there sooner.
He was found in the street where he sought for shelter by running in my friend’s feet; he was living in the trash, it was raining and cold; he was supposedly 1 month and a half then.
I loved him, I love him and hopefully, I hope I’ll love him. He’s still around anyway; he was a really clever and kind companion; he brought me some peace I wouldn’t have figured I needed.
Knowing all he’s been through, I could only say "Life’s a bitch".
These are the posts I wrote on Twitter on his behalf: