Friday, May 22, 2009

Get Well Card Example

The art of the conductor

Two videos of pretty incroyages Mravinsky, Russian conductor who has created most of the symphonies of Shostakovich.

Small, dry, an implacable rigor, what a contrast between his attitude and the violence of the music he runs ... And

repetition


And in concert:

Is vraiéent the brass from the depths of the orchestra are well in your opinion?

Saturday, May 16, 2009

1995 Gmc Remote Reprogramming

Burgundy can be beautiful too! Finally we

At a bend, a few hours' march from Dijon ...


How Do I Play Runescape At School

photos of Spain

Walk, a bit of adventure, the thrill of discovery and family life: some souvenir photos of this day trip to Andalusia!








Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Marilyn Monroe Piercing

Pending the return ... Blue Thumb

While Monday night, we France3 revived the '70s, the hippie era and post 68, I wanted to share this beautiful THE CYCLIST magazine cover.

Sympa non?

Mount Blade 1011 Hile



6 days later ... I thumb while blue!
Although the picture it does not seem obvious, I promise you that it is impressive. If so believe me, it's me who has bad;)

pfuuu ... only 6 days of plaster and I have already fed up: (

reminder for metacarpal 3 split: ((

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Cave Behind Bill's House

A little break (

A big scoop bike on Friday morning during the boom of 200km. wet. Late Braking . Gazoil? Slip, the hand takes the fall, bottom side. Ouch.
Unable to move his hand. End.

ER. Worse than expected 3. metatarsals broken down enough and displaced fractures.
surgical block. Atmosphere. Operation. Night in the hospital. Nice nurses. Not too slept. Out quickly.

At home. Plaster 1 month and a half. Farewell project bike for this and other urgent things to do.

Bah ... we will do with it. Ouch, that hurts this shit?!

To those who say it should happen, I remember that I have over 100 000km without a big bobo so ... stats huh?!





Selfportrait hosto al.





Fresh Pizza.

Post published entirely in the left hand. :)

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Sale Of Human Organs Advantages

The quartet for the End of Time by Olivier Messiaen, Darius Milhaud

The Quartet for the End of Time is not exactly an easy work approach. Composed for violin, piano, cello and clarinet, it is harsh, brutal, barren at times. It goes from very serious to very acute, the inaudible piano to triple forte. To be honest, at first it almost hurts the ears.

And yet it is a fascinating work, at play. It takes great discipline to meet indications of the composer. Many technical and rhythmic precision, and at the same time some restraint: in Messiaen, no outpouring of lyricism, no rubato, idling, high tremolos played with ... the master's, rigor, and Sincerity is perhaps the key to addressing this work, composed in Stalag during the Second World War.



A major work, so talk with Karl Paulnack emotion, pianist and director of the Boston Conservatory:

"One of my parents' Deepest Fear, I suspect, Society Is That Would not value me Properly as a musician, that I wouldn’t be appreciated. I had very good grades in high school, I was good in science and math, and they imagined that as a doctor or a research chemist or an engineer, I might be more appreciated than I would be as a musician. I still remember my mother’s remark when I announced my decision to apply to music school—she said, “you’re WASTING your SAT scores.” On some level, I think, my parents were not sure themselves what the value of music was, what its purpose was. And they LOVED music, they listened to classical music all the time. They just weren’t really clear about its function. So let me talk about that a little bit, because we live in a society that puts music in the “arts and entertainment” section of the newspaper, and serious music, the kind your kids are about to engage in, has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with entertainment, in fact it’s the opposite of entertainment. Let me talk a little bit about music, and how it works.

One of the most profound musical compositions of all time is the Quartet for the End of Time written by French composer Olivier Messiaen in 1940. Messiaen was 31 years old when France entered the war against Nazi Germany. He was captured by the Germans in June of 1940, sent across Germany in a cattle car and imprisoned in a concentration camp.
He was fortunate to find a sympathetic prison guard who gave him paper and a place to compose. There were three other musicians in the camp, a cellist, a violinist, and a clarinetist, and Messiaen wrote his quartet with these specific players in mind. It was performed in January 1941 for four thousand prisoners and guards in the prison camp. Today it is one of the most famous masterworks in the repertoire.

Given what we have since learned about life in the concentration camps, why would anyone in his right mind waste time and energy writing or playing music? There was barely enough energy on a good day to find food and water, to avoid a beating, to stay warm, to escape torture—why would anyone bother with music? And yet—from the camps, we have poetry, we have music, we have visual art; it wasn’t just this one fanatic Messiaen; many, many people created art. Why? Well, in a place where people are only focused on survival, on the bare necessities, the obvious conclusion is that art must be, somehow, essential for life. The camps were without money, without hope, without commerce, without recreation, without basic respect, but they were not without art. Art is part of survival; art is part of the human spirit, an unquenchable expression of who we are. Art is one of the ways in which we say, “I am alive, and my life has meaning.”

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

How Do You Make A Strong Spaghetti

Super bike ride tonight

I went for a bike ride after work. I went to 18h and did 53km. It was THE EXTRA FOOT THE TOP! It was beautiful, the sun shone again, the weather was around 25 degrees and the nature was beautiful.
it was good cruiser at 25km / h on my beautiful bike. A treat:)

The only drawback is that I ate a lot of flies, gnats, mosquitoes and other flying merdouille;)


There was a beautiful bebete on the road, good c ' is true that he had a little roll on the head ... yuck.





I love the wild orchids in this period. I am a fan. I spend a lot of time observing the slope and I do not hesitate to stop to take pictures with my phone. Well, only in side because otherwise I'm going a little too fast:)
Sometimes guys are hallucinating passing car. What does this Maboule kneeling in the slope with the helmet on his head, he prays or what??