Apparently, when you start blogging stuff in english, you get a ton more comment-spam from bots.
It's 4AM, and I'm not going to talk about shoes. I'm really going to tell you about how bad it is to get drunk.
The fact is I heard about Vibram's five-fingers a few days ago, and found the idea of feeling what I was walking on quite interesting, and new (?). In the end it would be the same you would experience were you to walk barefoot around your place, which happens to me quite a lot. I hate (most) shoes ; all the more during those hot afternoons of summer.
Furthermore, the awful look of their product and the barefooting meme that seems to be going on tickled my geek senses. Like "oooh it's quite ugly, I wonder if it works".
So I searched the Internet, and found a shop around Paris that sold them to the same price the online shop would, without the annoying delivery delay/expenses.
After walking with those for a few hours, let me tell you that a) my feet do not hurt (good for me, I have touchy feets :p), b) I'm quite happy with buying them even though the base price is around 90 euros. I am still to try to run with those shoes, but won't have any time to do so for a week or two because of the upcoming RMLL in Bordeaux. How convenient for me.
Oh, and I'm telling you about this because I'm a little drunk, and were I a little less, I'd probably be chatting with the cute girl who asked me about climbing with those shoes, on the way home in the bus. Nobody's perfect. :p
Not so long ago, I read about introverts on Hacker News, and how for X Americans, an average of Y would be serious introverts (luckily this doesn't seem to affect us Europeans). While some of those poor introvees don't know a thing about their condition, some could be faking it, obviously, shame on you faketroverts.
The point made was that introverts are cool, have an awesome creative brain, with hidden powers and extra cheese. But as a drawback, they are kinda awkward socially: the introvert need some alone-time to recharge h{er,is} batteries, and then can go back to a normal life of consumerism, tivo-ing, and endless chats about the latest game, comic book, or whatever.
That's all very fine with me, although it just seem like another word for geek. Like they stole the damn word from us, and turned it into Peter Parker, the Bastards. Now we're introverts. Next time we will not hesitate to use pseudo-latin. Do not fuck with us, we're the Introverti of the Internets.
Let's get back to me. This is my first post in english so, please, can I be self-centered for a little longer? Although you could stop reading now: the following is strictly boring.
Last Thursday, I was still convinced it was okay to drive through half the gracious lands of France with my dad, to end up at a holiday resort. He got an extra-big discount to stay there a few days in a decent looking.. mobile-home. I won't count the ways I hate holiday resorts, or mobile-homes. Combine the two and you've got the king of holidays I won't typically enjoy. Somehow I tend to be a supportive son, I'll endure it, and try to get the best of the damn situation. Plus I get to escape work a few days under the sun, which is motivational enough.
No my dad did not buy the stupid thing in the end, it is of course a scam, duh.
It was not just the two of us. My sister joined in with her Italian boyfriend, who can't walk very far because of his broken little toe. Which is quite amusing since he's a giant pack of meat that used to do weight-lifting. From Thursday up to Sunday, the schedule was mostly beach and sun-bathing, aka human bbq, with a lot of bacon. I hate that, I'd rather have real bbqs than observe sea lions in pink bikinis.
Sadly, my stock of one (1) book died too early and without a decent library around I was quite frustrated. Imagine a cute puppy all alone and sad in the sand, that's me with nothing to read.
Then I had to acknowledge soccer trivia while turning my back to the huge LCDs every restaurant love to put on display during the world cup. I won't recall our endless chats about how nice this place is, though a little bit crowded during the full season, and how hot the weather is, and how's your toe dude?
My family is not common ground for introverts. Not at all. It's just that we manufacture them with carefully crafted holiday sessions. So, please don't talk to me for a few years. I need to recharge now... Or grab some beers, and show me clever code, that could help.
Extra thanks to M. Ward, and Herbie Mann, who provided the soundtrack for this.
La pile des livres à lire grossit, celle des films prend la même voie, et on voudrait en plus me faire spotifier? Oublions.
On ne peut pas dire que je sois spécialement désorganisé, ni le contraire ; pourtant plus ça va, plus je m'aperçois que le monde est grand, et moi trop curieux, et beaucoup trop petit, et qu'il me faudrait plusieurs clones inter-connectés pour tout faire à la fois. Il paraît que c'est de la triche, que c'est très mal vu de se cloner, parce que le moi qui passerait sa vie à bosser pour les autres l'aurait un peu mauvaise. Je te comprend va.
C'est super emmerdant, je suis obligé de faire des choix alors? Des croix sur certain-e-s par manque de temps, et besoin de dormir. Pourtant l'immonde Soleil oblige, je suis revenu à cinq heures de moyenne. Théoriquement, j'ai donc 19h par jour, soit 133 heures par semaine de temps "éveillé". Admettons que j'en échange 40 à mon employeur, moins quelques heures de transport, j'arrive à 88. Soyons magnianimes, et allons jusqu'à dire que je procrastine en moyenne une heure par jour, ce qui me laisse 80 heures (environ 3.333333333333 jours) libres.
Et qu'est ce que vous ferez, vous, de vos prochaines 80 heures? :)
Apparemment, on ne peut pas avoir la sécurité et l'élan social d'un grand groupe international où règne le friday-wear, et le côté cool et décontracté de la start-up où la cravate est acceptée comme un accessoire, au même titre que le godemiché. Il faut bien se rendre à l'évidence, si on veut suivre le modèle de réussite qui nous a été donné par nos pères (promis, aucune symbolique paternelle ne sera tuée ici), il faut prendre le moins de risques possible, jouer la carte de l'adulte responsable, et se contenter de suivre le cours de la rivière jusqu'à la mer.
Mais si tout ce qu'on voulait, c'est jouer, créer, et rire, et picoller ou fumer n'importe quoi... Et... voilà c'est Bacchus qui chatouille mon petit côté épicurien parce inévitablement, on devra s'occuper des anciens, et former les brillantes générations de demain : selon notre culture rien n'est gratuit tout doit être équitable, même selon les pratiques hérétiques de l'alchimie. Alors si l'on nous a donné de l'amour et un toit, il est attendu de nous que l'on fasse de même. Et c'est sans doute ce qui me gène parce que je ne suis pas assez vieux pour avoir besoin d'aide et détester ceux qui me l'apportent.
Je suis peut-être juste assez jeune pour regarder encore les bulles monter s'éclater à la surface, et me poser des questions sur ce que je ferai l'année prochaine.