Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful.
It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom.
He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically,
but almost with pleasure.

Aldous Huxley

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Sacred truth

Almighty church! On Christmas eve we went to the church for the midnight celebration... My first time in such a thing, with maybe 2000 people crowded to hear the blessing from the priest and his message "god is close to you on this holy day, and he says 'I love you'", and hear the message from the church, "love!". Aah what a beautiful momentum, and then he started handing over some pieces of Jesus' body for people to eat, what a lovely thing isn't it?
But how come so many people go there? How come the Church has been so powerful for over 2000 years? How come people all accepted to follow blindly this madness? Even more peculiar, why this need of suffering, perpetual suffering? What's wrong with being happy and experiencing pleasant things? The Martyrs... what a madness! They were all mad like Mr Savage in Huxley's Brave New World! Who was this genius who manage to turn Jesus' love message in hate and fear and hell? Why so much fear? Fear of the after life, fear of the unknown, fear of eternity! It's always about fear. I really can't understand how it could have been possible. 2000 years. And it ain't finished yet! Far from that. Mad Christians are all over the Americas and Africa, Muslims a bit everywhere...

And that's what I have for lunch today. No wonder why people go religious...

Monday, December 22, 2008

Political Chrismass Tree

It's chrismass! Maybe some hadn't realized, but yes it is really chrismass! People are shopping like mad, trying to end the recession maybe, or just trying to forget about it and about all other nasty things happening nowadays, such as the melting terrific artic and everything...
So I added my own touch. My sister and my mum are here with me in Montreal, and it's the first time in four years that we spend chrismass together, so I thought a chrismass tree would be quite suitable. And so we had to decorate it, and I thought that a Tibet flag and a horse from Costa Rica were absolutely unavoidable. And they were, good god!
So here we are, ready to be chrismass all the way!


Thursday, December 11, 2008

A Heap of Pictures

That's it! IT is decided, approved, motion passed, forward, everywhere, massive, and cool. Since I got my D70 I am of course taking pictures, too much pictures, at least too much to put them here among this Enigmatic Worthlessness. Thus I decided to create another blog, Picturesque Reality, where I can display the result of me having fun with my camera.
So may the obliteration of all sense go on, and let worthlessness be enigmatic, and might makes right, and party in the garden of heaven.

Furthermore, today is a new day for me, for the Hyatt Hotel Montréal choose to employ me as barback, which is great because I desperately need money to buy a tripod, a winter trip to mexico, my carbon offset, my trip to China next summer, and another carbon offset, and so on. Hence I am happy. But first of all I need a bowtie!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Satan Gave me a Taco

Taco Art is not enough recognized around the world I believe; therefore, Today I say, or rather I shall say, that, by all means, and notwithstanding the above, but in any cases, yes we can, yes we can, yes we can promote the Taco comunity. Beck already wrote a song "Satan gave me a Taco". So I am not going to write a song, but I witness witnessess all under heaven, and everywhere, and I shall take action upon my word, delicious word from the mind, but for god's sake, don'T call me a taco! Taco be it.
And here it comes, wraped in its infinite virtue, in a shallow morning, outstreched by dusk, the mighty dusk, and here it goes.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Sutton? Who cares...


Oh putain de con y gèle!

People are crazy, or is, whether you like it or not. But as one is hunting the moose, the bears dance tropical carioca and spurs oceans of light and snow, all of this mixed by mixed feeling of undecisive kindness and moose hunters and irrational enlightened rationality. But where are we? I am nowhere to be seen, not that I can see neither, but frack! I don't care. But the guy was nice.