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21/12/2007
My favourite Xmas movie
The least I can say is that this year I'm in absolutely no mood for Christmas! I kept forgetting about it, till yesterday when I had to admit that wether I like it or not, there will be a Christmas day to live through.
No mood at all for Xmas boogie woogie, and trying to find something nice to think about it, I remembered Tim Burton's Nightmare before Christmas, and somehow it lightened the days to come. Nice images and music to remember during Xmas dinner in family. I recommend the whole movie! Merry Xmas to you all (and peace on earth for men of good will)!
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18/12/2007
Big brother?
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13/12/2007
My first slam
Je me souviens de Delhi, la chaleur, la grande mosquée et le mémorial de Gandhi
Je me souviens de Mathura, le gros patron de l'hôtel et le temple de Krshna sur les rives de la Yamuna
Je me souviens de Agra, le Taj Mahal, si beau, si blanc, et l'appel du muezzin au soleil couchant
Je me souviens des couleurs, des odeurs, des saveurs,
Je me souviens des rires, des sourires et des pleurs,
c'est blanc, c'est jaune, c'est noir, c'est rouge,
c'est vivant et j'aime ça quand c'est l'Inde qui bouge
Je me souviens de Jaipur, et des escaliers qui grimpaient jusqu'au sommet du palais des vents
Je me souviens d'Amritsar et des heures passées au Temple d'Or qui dans mes yeux brille encore
Je me souviens de Dharamsala, du silence du Bouddha, du sourire d'Avalokiteshvara et des cèdres fiers de l'Himalaya
Je me souviens des couleurs, des odeurs, des saveurs,
Je me souviens des rires, des sourires et des pleurs,
c'est blanc, c'est jaune, c'est noir, c'est rouge,
c'est vivant et j'aime ça quand c'est l'Inde qui bouge
Je me souviens de Shimla, de la pluie et de la route qui monte jusqu'au temple où les singes sont rois
Je me souviens du bain dans le Gange à Haridwar que les fleurs et les feux parfumés viennent saluer le soir
Je me souviens de Rishikesh et des trombes d'eau de la mousson déchainée, où pieds nus sur la route dans la nuit étoilée, les Rishis m'ont donné un peu de leur liberté
Je me souviens des couleurs, des odeurs, des saveurs,
Je me souviens des rires, des sourires et des pleurs,
c'est blanc, c'est jaune, c'est noir, c'est rouge,
c'est vivant et j'aime ça quand c'est l'Inde qui bouge
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09/12/2007
Popular wisdom - V
Les peintures de Lascaux on trouve ça génial, mais si ça se trouve à l'époque personne en voulait chez lui.
Brèves de comptoir - J-M Gouriau
The Lascaux paintings, we find them great, but who knows at that time nobody would have wanted them at home.
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05/12/2007
Somewhere over the rainbow
Since a few weeks already I've been haunted by this music, heard in a special moment of a workshop on holotropic breathing. I've found it again a few days ago on a friend's answering machine!
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dream that you dare to
Why, oh why can't I?
Well I see trees of green and red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Well I see skies of blue,
and I see clouds of white
and the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the face of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Singing "how do you do"
They're really saying, I... I love you
I hear babies cry and I watch them grow
They'll learn much more
Than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dream that you dare to
Why, oh why can't I?
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04/12/2007
Cabbage soup reloaded
As good as it may be, one must confess that cabbage soup isn't very sexy... Inspired by a friend who gave a new look to his leek-and-carrot soup, I have tried a new combination to turn the cabbage soup more appealing. And it works: with ginger and coconut cream.
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1 small green cabbage
1 big onion
3 carrots
4 small potatoes
1 tbsp of ginger paste
1 glass of ccount cream
1 tbsp of garam massala in seeds
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1. Fry the spices in olive oil, chop the onion and fry it too.
2. Add the carrots and potatoes cut into small pieces. Cook for about 10mn.
3. For each cabbage leaves, cut off the spine, and cut them into stripes. Add them to the vegetables and 1 liter of water. Add the ginger paste (or fresh ginger finely chopped). Cover and cook for about 15mn.
4. When the vegetables are cooked, mix with a liquidizer. Add the coconut cream and mix again.
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