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Il faut bien se trouver des raison de célébrer dans la vie, histoire de garder le moral et de se donner des objectifs pour marquer le passage du temps. Et bien je vous annonce qu’il ne me reste plus que 2500 jours avant la retraite !!! J’ai bien hâte de pouvoir me consacrer à temps plein à la lecture et à l’écriture…

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You have to find reason to celebrate in life, just to keep up your spirits and to set goals to mark the passage of time. Well, I tell you that I only have 2500 days left before retirement !!! I can’t wait to devote myself full time to reading and writing …

Status report (early July)

The life in the time of the coronavirus continues… 

This is my fifth status report since the beginning of the coronavirus pandemic (the other four were in March, mid-April, the end of April, and in mid-May). It has now been fifteen weeks (or one-hundred and seven days) since it has all begun. It has been forty days since the beginning of the slow re-opening and my return to work (thirteen days since we’ve restart taking the public in the library for a limited offer of service). 

On the domestic side of life, I can say that I feel I have not been doing much in the last month and half… I didn’t do much around the house (it was either too hot or raining). As usual, I probably watch too much television: like rewatching the Ghost in the Shell: Arise series and several movies (also, to fill the time, I started watching again the 2004 series of Battlestar Galactica). However, I have been reading enough to catch up on my tsundoku… (hurray!) and write a little about my readings (dBD #141, La sphère d’Or, Unbeaten tracks in Japan, I’ll never tell, De Gir à Moebius, and several other French comics that I covered in the article “Sherlock Holmes en bande dessinée (2)”).

Weather — The temperature was unusually warm lately (above average) and often quite dry. So much so that the vegetation in the parc often took a yellowish colour. Thankfully, it rained periodically enough to keep everything alive. In the last week or so it has been quite hot and humid. Enough to discourage any sustained outside activities, although we still take our daily walk.

Health — With the confinement (probably because of slightly bigger meal and less activity) I have gained weight. My blood pressure and glucose are also higher (maybe because of an increased stress?). I have also experienced digestive problems, my usual recurring pain at the end of the digestive track as well as some chest and shoulder pain (probably muscular). Overall, I feel in good shape but it could be better. Unfortunately, I know that with age nothing gets better…

Work — All is fine at work. My usual library being still closed for renovation I was assignment to another one. This new place is at a nice location (at walk/bike distance from home) and has a nice team (although, since the people of my library working there are in extra, we perform mostly boring jobs). However, there was one painful incident: a customer refused the answer the covid “questions” and to sanitize his hands upon entrance. As I was insisting (to follow protocol), he became increasingly disagreeable, up to implying that I was doing so because of my ego or because I was racist. I was just trying to do my job. I was putting my health at risk (and the health of my family) in order to give him access to the library and he has shown absolutely no appreciation or gratitude for it. All I ask is some respect. If I was hurt by being called a racist (and I will come back on this subject) what really pissed me off was that my colleagues didn’t show much support when I tried to explain that he refused to follow protocol and insulted me. I don’t know, maybe they just didn’t understand me well: it is hard to express yourself calmly when it’s hot and your are talking through a mask and a face-shield. What happened to “we must absolutely ask ALL the covid questions and not let anyone in that doesn’t answer properly”? And then they told me “you know, we get insulted all the time. You have to get used to it” implying that I was weak to let it get to me. We are supposed to have a policy of not tolerating any disrespect and bullying (no respect, no service) and, yet in the end, that man received the service he came for. If you are tolerating such disrespect OF COURSE people will feel empowered and continue with the same behaviour. It is the wrong attitude. Anyway, that incident bothered me for weeks as I kept thinking about it…

One thing that I spent a lot of time on lately, was shopping for a nice electric bike or scooter. In this epidemic, I want to avoid public transportation (bus & subway) and if my work place for now is at a walking or biking distance, it is quite tiring in the summer heat (and I am closer to sixty than fifty years-old after all). I rented one for a week and I liked it a lot, but when I wanted to purchase one not a single store in the metropolitan area had any in stock. I guess everybody had the same idea at the same time and I was too late. An electric BIKE looks cool (particularly the Banana Boss, the Rad Runner 1, the Maxie Large, or the Paris) but it is quite expensive and a standard bicycle seat is really hard on my backside. Strangely, a scooter is less expensive, as well as being much more confortable and versatile. I’ve been checking several nice models (Écolo, Tao Aquarius, Vienna, Gio Italia, Mignon, UQi Pro, etc.) but now I found a good store and I am just waiting for them to receive some stock later this month…

Many important events happened in the second quarter of 2020 ( the end of May, June and the beginning of July) but I don’t want to spend much time on those current events. However, the world stage was dominated by the three great plagues of the era. First, the coronavirus. So far, the world has suffered over 10 million cases of infection resulting in over half a million deaths! We dealt relatively well with it in Canada, but the U.S. in on the verge of total catastrophe as it reopened too soon and they are now seeing an horrible surge in infection (over fifty-thousand new cases each day!). 

The second plague is Trump. I would think that we would get used to it by now but his mishandling of the coronavirus response (no national coordination, not enough test and PPE, not urging confinement, distanciation, and wearing masks, etc.), his constant lying, and his rhetoric encouraging hate-speech and inciting to violence kept making everything worse. Sometimes, I think he just doing it on purpose. If he is not a Putin agent, he is certainly an agent of chaos. He loves it. I can’t wait until November… 

The final plague is racism. Following the death by police abuse of George Floyd and many other subsequent similar baffling incidents, the American urban areas erupted in spontaneous protests against this pervasive institutional racism that literally plagues the U.S. How did we moved from a pandemic to riots in the streets? (Without much social distancing hence the cases surge) We all hoped that it was getting better but I guess we got negligent — the coronavirus confinement and Trump inducement somehow seem to have put salt on the wound — as it now seems worse than ever. It must be dealt with once and for all. With police reform certainly (defunding, demilitarizing, new structure, call it what you want — I always thought we should have several level of policing: the unarmed street or biking cop, the patrol police answering to theft and hold-up, the inspector, the riot police and now we should have a force of psycho-social worker for domestic violence, teenage trouble, neighbour disputes, etc.), but the disease goes further than that. Social reform and massive investments to reduce inequality (in education, in job opening, in housing, etc.) are necessary. With the recent movements like Me-Too and Black Lifes Matter, I feel that the world is effervescent and on the verge of great changes, just like in ’68. However, we will have to be patient. Real change takes time. But now the seed of change, the idea that it is possible, has been planted in people’s minds. It only remains to take care of it and watch it germinate… But the first step toward that change is for American to go vote in November.

Racism has always bothered me. All my life I tried to treat everybody equally, not letting their opinion, behaviour, the size of their nose, the colour of their eyes, hair or skin (pink, brown, “black”, “red” or “yellow”) distract me from the fact that we were all the same. Human beings. I always tried to be tolerant (sometime failing: for a while I became quite intolerant toward religion, but now the only thing I can’t tolerate is intolerance — and stupidity). When I was a teenager I thought that the best way to solve racism was to intermarry and eventually we would all become of the same skin colour (that’s what I did, unfortunately I never had kids — too much trouble!). However, skin colour is just an excuse for racists: in fact they are just afraid of the difference (people thinking, dressing, talking, etc., differently than they are). There are many culture on this world and, if we just learn about them, we see there is no reason to be afraid. We discover that this difference is beautiful, that it is a wealth. Those people usually are against (or ignorant of) science. Science is telling us that, genetically, we are all the same and that there is only one race: the human race. I always wanted to write about this complex and touchy subject (and someday I will). Unfortunately, whatever you say or write will always receive criticism: you didn’t say this, the way you say that is discriminatory, it is not enough, it is too much, etc., so I am waiting to have the right words. However, if you stay silent,  it is worse because they say that you are complicit, that you are encouraging racism by saying nothing. I prefer to show support by my actions: I won’t protest in the street but I’ll always try to be equitable, unbiased, and just. If I see someone being discriminated (racially or otherwise) I will try to defend them. And I’ll stay silent. If I scold you for doing something wrong (like misbehaving in the library or trying to cut the waiting line to enter the bus) and you answer be accusing me of being racist, I’ll stay silent. But just know that calling me a racist is the worst insult that you could give me…

I feel the end of this year will really be difficult… Take care of yourselves and stay safe !

Also, I found time to stay a little acquainted with the affairs of the world and gathered a few notable news & links — which I now share with you (in both french or english, slightly categorized, but in no particular order — note that, to save on coding time, the links will NOT open in a new window), after the jump.

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J’emmerde Facebook

Sommet-des-dieux-animeLe 20 juin j’ai republié un message d’Animeland qui annonçait la bande-annonce d’un film d’animation adaptant un excellent manga d’un de mes auteurs préférés, Jiro Taniguchi. Le 26 juin j’ai reçu un message de Facebook qui disait “Your post goes against our Community Standards [on SPAM] so only you can see it.” J’ai donc contesté la décision et FB a fermé le dossier mais j’ignore toujours si mon billet original est toujours visible… alors je l’ai re-publié (mais il ne semble toujours pas visible!)…

 La bande-annonce en question (sur Vimeo)

Je suis outragé! Facebook trouve correct que Trump mente sur leur page, que Trump fasse de la désinformation et de la propagande haineuse, que Trump incite à la violence [WaPoNYT] mais je republie simplement un post qui parle d’une animation basé sur un beau manga de mon auteur préféré et c’est du SPAM ???? F**k you FB, je commence sérieusement à penser à te laisser tomber !

Ne vous gênez pas pour commenter et laisser FB savoir quelle petite merde ils sont!

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F**k Facebook !

On June 20 I republished a message from Animeland announcing the trailer for an animated film adapting an excellent manga from one of my favorite authors, Jiro Taniguchi [same news on Anime News Network]. On June 26 I received a message from Facebook saying “Your post goes against our Community Standards [on SPAM] so only you can see it.” So I contested the decision and FB closed the file but I still don’t know if my original post is still visible … So I re-posted it (but I’m still not sure it is visible…) !

I am outraged ! Facebook finds it okay that Trump lies on their page, that Trump does disinformation and propaganda, that Trump uses hate-speech and incites to violence [WaPoNYT] but when I simply republish a post that talks about an animation based on a beautiful manga by my favorite author it is SPAM ???? F ** k you FB, I’m seriously starting to think about dumping you !

Please feel free to comment and tell FB how shitty they are !

 

Status report (mid-May)

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The life in the time of the coronavirus continues… 

This is my fourth status report since the beginning of the coronavirus pandemic (the other three were in March, mid-April and the end of April). We have now been in confinement for eight weeks (or fifty-six days).

I have not read or written much in the last couple of weeks. Maybe because I was getting tired of my routine. Also, since I keep myself busy during the day, I read mostly at night. And for now I am still stuck reading the epistolary travelog of Isabella Bird in Japan which is a little laborious to read (lots of descriptions). As I keep falling asleep, I read barely a dozen pages every night, therefore it is a long enterprise. I want to start reading something else during the day (some manga or comics because it is “May, the comics’ month”) but there’s so much work around the house (gardening, painting, doing laundry, shopping for groceries, etc.) and other distractions (shopping online for a new TV, ordering gardening supplies, watching or reading news) that I never get to it. I also undertook tasks that were rather time consuming: editing a video interview with an author, updating the blog indexes and finally putting together the 2019 “notable news”.

Unfortunately, this joyous preview of retirement is coming to an end and I will soon have much less time to read or write. I have been recalled to work… at the community gardens! I chose to work in a library to stay involved with culture and, obviously, there nothing more cultural than to oversee the operations in one of the borough’s community gardens. Considering that we are in one of the boroughs with the worse coronavirus infection rate, within the worse city and the country’s worse province, I was quite reticent to expose myself to possible contamination by going back to work, particularly for a job that I didn’t choose. However, I didn’t have much choice (apparently they don’t give a damn if I bring the virus home and cause the death of my immunosuppressed sibling). To minimize the risk, I opted to work in the closest community garden, avoiding public transportation. And I’ll be very careful in protecting myself. Working outdoor, at walking distance, cannot be so bad (unless the weather doesn’t cooperate)…

I conclude with a list of posts where you will find links and suggestions to fill your confinement and entertain yourselves:

Take care of yourselves and stay safe !

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De l’écriture (4)

L’écriture c’est la solitude et le vide. Comment puis-je écrire quand tout bouge autour de moi, avec toutes ces boîtes qui parlent sans cesse et jouent de la musique. Je ne peux plus réfléchir ou me concentrer avec toutes ces voix dans ma tête. Et mes mots sont évanescents. Je tente de m’y accrocher mais ils me délaissent. Pour écrire je dois faire le vide mais il y a de plus en plus de monde autour de moi. Étrange en ce temps de confinement. Mais là est le paradoxe, car c’est de tous ces gens, de toutes ces boîtes, ces livres que j’absorbe les émotions, que je suce la vie, aspire le vécu, arrache la connaissance pour nourrir mes mots et combler l’absence et le vide en moi. C’est une balance, un cycle émotionnellement difficile à atteindre et à maintenir…

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Nostalgie pour des souvenirs volés

J’écoute des documentaires à la télé française. Je vois tous ces lieux où j’aurais aimé vivre, tous ces gens que j’aurais aimé connaître. Je ressens un complexe sentiment de frustration, de nostalgie et de jalousie pour ces milliers de vies que j’aurais aimé vivre. Je réalise O combien je ne sais rien. O combien je n’ai pas vécu. Où sont passé toutes ces années ? N’est-il pas trop tard pour tout recommencer ? Et mes yeux se remplissent de larmes…

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Viol funèbre

La mort est mon amante de toujours
De longue date je l’ai courtisée
Et jamais elle ne s’est offerte à moi

Elle aussi a refusé mon amour
Mes avances, désirs, professions de foi
Auront donc tous été repoussés

Est-ce la décence ou une peur retorse
Qui m’empêche de la prendre de force ?

Séjanus
Morwajal
1991-08-06
1992-08-13

Note: Pour ceux qui ont de la difficulté à lire entre les lignes, je tiens d’emblée à préciser (avant que tout le “me too” me tombe dessus) que, malgré le titre, ceci est un poème sur le suicide ! Juste pour être clair. J’y ai souvent pensé mais ai toujours résisté. Au bout du compte, pourquoi forcer les choses? Elle viendra bien assez vite…

Toutefois, quand on est jeune, la mort peut avoir une attraction romantique. On se décourage pour un rien et le moindre obstacle ou contre-temps est source de désespoir. On sent que la mort nous appel et quand elle ne vient pas on voudrait “la prendre de force”… Heureusement, cela fini par passer… Cela aide d’en parler ou d’épancher nos émotions sur le papier.

Je me suis d’ailleurs fait la réflexion, un soir sous la douche, que plus je vieillis et moins j’y pense. L’expérience de la vie nous rends plus apte à affronter les défis et les revers de la vie (“les frondes et les flèches de la Fortune outrageante”, comme disait Shakespeare). On acquiert un peu une attitude “je-m’en-foutiste” et on réalise qu’il n’y a vraiment rien de romantique dans la mort. On deviens aussi de plus en plus conscient du peu de temps qu’il nous reste, qu’il suffit de pas grand chose pour que tout finisse subitement et on réalise l’énormité des choses que l’on voudrait encore accomplir avant qu’elle ne vienne. Alors, non, je ne perd plus beaucoup de temps a y penser… Mais cela reste une source d’inspiration.

Comme d’habitude ce poème ne respecte aucune forme: il s’agit de deux tercets et d’un distique, dont les vers sont  hétérométrique (10/10/11 10/12/9 11/10) mais rimés (abc acb dd — sans toutefois n’avoir de genre structuré: M/F/M M/M/M F/F).

C’est néanmoins un poème que j’aime beaucoup.

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Happy Solstice to all !

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May the turning of the seasons and the renewal of the calendar bring you peace, a long healthy life and prosperity. No matter what you are celebrating at this time of the year (Christmas / Nativity, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Saturnalia / Sol Invictus, etc.) I wish you all merry holidays and happy new year ! 🖖

Joyeux solstice à tous ! Puisse le tournant des saisons et le renouvellement du calendrier vous apporter paix, longévité et prospérité. Peu importe ce que vous célébrez à cette période de l’année (Noël / Nativité, Hanoucca, Kwanzaa, Festivus, Saturnalia / Sol Invictus, etc.), je vous souhaite à tous de joyeuses fêtes ainsi qu’une bonne et heureuse année! 🖖

عطلات سعيدة للجميع
祝大家節日快樂
Feliĉaj Ferioj al ĉiuj
Frohe Feiertage für alle
Ευχάριστες διακοπές σε όλους
Happy Holidays nan tout
חג שמח לכולם
सभी के लिए खुश छुट्टियाँ
Buone Feste a tutti
すべてにハッピーホリデー
Beatus festis in omnes
Счастливые праздники для всех
Felices fiestas a todos
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