Thursday, February 25, 2010
Charnanniversaire
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The invitation
Greetings,
Following the lead of Mr. Scott "Ranboro Man" Murray, my brother "The gay horse feeder", Nicolas "Geyser" Fontaine I've decided to maintain a Blog.
I do this mostly because automated layout programs are putting us lesser web nerds out of work and so the least I can do is investigate advantage and caveats of this particular media while at the same time attempting to improve my communications skills, particularly my grammar and spelling. Of course I'm also dying to waste more of my time doing something else than what I'm supposed to do.
At any rate please enjoy the content when you wish.
Please let me know what you think.
I leave you with this enchanting thought.
I find myself disgustingly trite and sometimes I tire of the burgher that hides beneath my skin.
Gustave Flaubert, Correspondance, vol. 16 Gallica.
Gross translation by Patrick Chevalier.
L'inviation
Bonjour,
Suivant le cheminement de M. Scott « Ranboro Man » Murray, de mon frère Vincent « Nourrisseur de cheval gai » Chevalier et de Nicolas « Geyser » Fontaine j'ai décidé de maintenir un Blogue.
Le but est d’approfondir mes connaissances à propos du fonctionnement d’un blogue et honnêtement de ces temps-ci je me demande bien si je me trouverais un bouleau avec tous ces gugusses automates qui usurpent le rôle d’un petit webmestre comme moi au sein de la société informatisée.
Mais bon, pourquoi ne pas étudier l’ennemie et mettre ses connaissances en à ma portée. M'enfin, nous pourrions un jour être amis macGoogle et moi !?
D’autant plu qu’il y a une foule de raisons pour maintenir un blogue d’une part ça va sûrement m’inciter à mieux réfléchir et peut-être même mieux écrire.
Alors, amusez-vous bien à lire mes vers terreux et plate à votre aise.
Laissez-moi savoir ce que vous en pensez de temps à autre.
Je vous laisse avec cet espoir…
« Je me trouve d’une platitude écoeurante et je suis parfois bien ennuyé du bourgeois que j’ai sous la peau. »
Gustave Flaubert, Correspondance, vol. 16 Gallica.
Presume Bill Lee to be log
When writing ones thought in a journal there is no need to be thorough or judicious for presumably no others care about ones personal prose. But to publicly post each page of ones diary on what amounts to be a church door means to invite the devil in ones home.
A coward knows this as much as a goat could know this if a goat really cared about a diary, a door, a public or a devil for that matter. I hear someone say, “He would certainly eat the paper of his diary well before his appetite for writing ever fasted”. I mean the goat… and perhaps the coward.
So for the sake of argument a goat that could write a journal would likely post it, without compunction, to a door of a church knowing full well that he would be skinned and roasted as a sacred lamb by the good collars, swallows and hawks hiding behind the door, and all the while remaining ignorant to the dangers of inviting the devil within his own house. And this despite the manner or the matter of what it had written.
Would not the goat know better than most of the good folks within the holy box that it is predestined to be second to the primes. Isn’t such ignorance sinful bliss?
For the collars, swallows and hawks there is no better excuse that to call a goat a beast and execute it at once for being strange and illiterate. What, what. Tan its hide for paper to boot!
To conclude, it is better to be the goat than to be behind the door for at least one has written, been read and eaten for it too.
What a brave goat.
The awe sir.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Pan Brain Dead Pan
As such you will have done well to ignore it altogether.
However you may wish to find here vagaries and rhymes from an aged' goat who sits by the cathode fire frying up some fish in butter, setting his cheese to the block and tending to his scattered flock of thoughts while drinking a few drops of porto wine.
Cheepishly yours,
The awe sir,