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Tere euro! says Estonia

Who cares? This ballet created by Balanchine to music by Gershwin will be one of the highlights of New Year's ball, which in Opera Tallinn mark the end of 2010 and the entry in the 12th shot midnight of Estonia into the euro area.
strange choice, Who cares? Not the musical (I like Gershwin). But because of the symbolic title of the ballet, which will be presented this evening just before midnight in the presence of political and worldly gratin of Estonia and the premiers of the three Baltic states.
I can not believe that this choice has no special meaning. But which one? Who cares? Who cares? Who, what?
I guess, in the minds of Estonians have chosen this work, we would like to respond in kind to the funny comments and outbursts of surprise rise here and there, the entrance to the Baltic country in a currency area, it is true, somewhat shaken ...
I found a few titles of articles on the Internet:
- They are crazy Estonians!
- Estonia away from Moscow by adopting the euro at the worst time
- Welcome, Estonia, to flawed Euroland

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Admittedly, seen below, this Estonian accession to the euro area may seem to cons-time (understatement) or suicidal (exaggeration). I tried, in a article published this morning by Cross , explain and put into perspective the rallying of Estonia. To each to get his opinion.


In my opinion, this country had little choice but to dock with the European monetary area. A motto like kroon, the Estonian kroon, can it survive to term in a world becoming more global? On what basis? Imagine that the Estonian economy generates only 600 000 jobs. And the country has good claim a surprising balance in fiscal deficit and public debt, it is not immune to turmoil from the outside. Although individualistic by nature, I must admit that quite often, unity is strength ...
I also understand very well that the Estonians are in the membership of the euro zone an extra insurance against the big Russian neighbor whom no one knows yet how it will evolve. This is one of, if not THE main reason the desire to join the Estonian core of the EU, despite the current uncertainties about its future.

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At the same time, I mean some of the arguments of the few Estonian eurosceptic campaigners. The one I have met a few days ago in Tallinn (Anti Poolamets) has all of a provocative Zebulon which stimulates by debiting to loud bursts of ideas and formulas. Here posing in front of posters of his own, likening the eurozone Titanic


If I find it hard not to wince at hearing the euro compared to the Soviet ruble and confidants to the Eurocrats Vladimir Putin, I recognize it's not wrong on other points, even if its arguments can often be countered.

Yes, the Estonian government silent negative aspects of abandoning the national currency (but that does not mean he is not aware ... and that's fair enough, it does not proclaim from the rooftops as the country prepares to board a skiff in trouble).

Yes, he did not consult the public on this important (but membership of the euro was under the Treaty of Accession to the EU), which is more a very delicate moment in the short history of the European currency.

Yes, the changeover may seem imposed from above (but members Estonian who approved the decision they have not been elected by the people?).

Yes, Estonians were forced, once again, to tighten their belts for the government to submit an application form acceptable by members of the eurozone.

Yes, Estonian banknotes are aesthetically more successful than the euro. Not to mention the symbolism of Independence they convey (the kroon was established in 1992, just after the exit of the USSR).


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For now, people like Anti Poolamets seem to preach in a desert (White) of indifference or weariness. In snow flurries blowing across this country, there is a small voice that hisses "since the decision is made, and Europe opens the doors of the euro, let's go, we'll see later" . For months, moreover, the Estonians are preparing without asking too many questions, including posting the prices in crowns and euros, as in the cafeteria of the University of Tallinn:


The euro is far from a panacea. Anyway, there is no magic or perfect. It is likely that once the country entered in the euro area, the Eurosceptic arguments gain in popularity among Estonians. There will be time to talk.
Meanwhile, the time has come to say Tere euro! ... Hello euro!

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40 Street Artists At Square

The book " 40 Street Artists At Square" was born of a challenge in an age of 4.0 . Henry Kaufman, a passion for art and always at the forefront of new technology, creates the Miss.Tic Fan Club in 2005. It is in this context that I meet him. Having read my writing on this blog, I am proposing to develop a collection by combining our shared passions at the crossroads of Flashcode Street Art, photography and poetry.

After 11 months of work, it shows a panel works just as amazing as it is inventive form of performances, drawings, photographs or even paintings. More than a static collection, this book is a true interactive digital gallery. It is both an extension of the street and a place of culture where everyone can dive through this gateway that is the timeless Flashcode in the universe is constantly being updated to 40 Street Artists who accompanied me in this adventure.

To give you a taste, here are above the first cover flaps of this 100 page book is slightly larger than A5 size, with my lyrics and contributions in black and white artists ANIS, BATLLE MICHEL, PHILIPPE Baudelocque , BEPLUS , CALIGR , THOMAS CANTO, ENDER , ESPER , DJA'LOUZ , FKDL , GREGOS , Let there , JANA & JS , JB, JBC , KAN , Kanos , KOUKA , FLY , LEIDYLEI , Liliwenn , MAPE , MIMI THE CLOWN , ALICE Mizrachi, gentleman , NEOKER , RAPHAEL , PIXAL PARAZIT PPPs SHAKA & NOSB , SAIR , SLY2 , SNEZ , SURIAN , Sowat , SWING , and TSF grandpa MILOUZ & KOTEK.

Thanks to them, HENRY KAUFMAN for offering me the idea of writing 40 pieces illustrated in EMMANUELLE INTINI for the magnificent achievement of the book and finally XAVIER WARGNIER of Editions KAWA for his confidence.

The book will be available beginning January 2011, you can preorder here . The coupon code XAV40AR entitles you to -5%. I suggest you read the introduction, I have illustrated this drawing, self portrait done in ballpoint and felt pen to paper (I used Photoshop to do the Flashcode integer that refers to that blog).

Code and Labyrinth

One path leads to the virtual antithesis
When the other scrambles track those who use it ...
The image of the first consists of a code
Equally tortuous a dark labyrinth.

Damier shorted or chessboard words, her key
If it escapes us is left behind. Under this false
prosaic mosaic
The secret message is if we zap its logic!

can simply find the aesthetic
printed in foot-hen he made a fine textile:
For his text has the style to which controls the grid ...
Be cryptic crosswords to capture the ethical !

lockers judicious language
Boxes weave black and white at all and its opposite. An email
for words whose octet envisaged
As a note cube on a range binary.

Riding the wave of serendipity *
There is often what we do not seek,
And one looks in vain for what we can find these links
Restrained by when other souls are there:

the turning of a click of a site, it became a habit,
As in this child's play when we project a pen
From a black dot on a sheet paper
tributary connections between strangers,

Who probably otherwise would not cross ...
passwords networked human dematerializes
His relationship with others and chooses to spend its way
From fantasy to reality ...

code photographed reminiscent
The vagueness of the anonymous head of a pixelated
... It is so unique that code
Who leads in this book to artistic venues.

Human societies are governed by codes
Going to the objects it's tattooed numbers
And if art takes it, to each his method
To represent its lights and shadows.

* The word serendipity is a French neologism derived from the English word "serendipity", a term introduced in 1754 by Horace Walpole to describe "unexpected discoveries." To read: The Travel Serendipity by Henry Kaufman:)

Sections Of A Pirate Ship

DOGGY RINGS , kesako?

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I had a few years ago (!) Spoken on this blog about my collection of rings and the symbolism of a major survey.

Henry Kaufman makes 2 in 1 because I asked to speak about what for me is the fact to a particular ring to a given finger. I am interested in the thoroughly fascinating subject, drawing from the literature that Henry has given me and the Internet. I jokingly told Henry that the day of filming the video I'll bring my "doggy rings" ... and I did not say so!

It was with surprise that I discovered that the word "ring" is a derivative of luggage (see bag = bag in English). Word that is also not to be confused with its homophone "banding" which consists mainly of putting rings on the legs of turkeys. Of particular interest to Henry, is knowing what lies behind the symbolism of the rings and how they can betray the spirit of a person's mood, concerns, or reports seduction that began with the others, more or less conscious
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Everyone knows the meaning of the covenant, this circle without beginning or end, symbolizing the continuity of a relationship. Worn at all times on the ring left by the couple, it would refer to the vein that leads to heart by the ancient Greeks and Romans (vena amoris). The success of the Ring "Trinity" (3 rings) launched by Cartier and created by Jean Cocteau is because it is a form of materialization of the "holy trinity" recalling the ecclesiastical hello (index, middle, annular raised).

I found all kinds of interpretations by rings and their uses: for example, would rather thumb rings worn by gays. In the 19th century, wearing a ring given to the finger by a woman means that she supports the feminist movement. Feminists were often portray while openly wearing a ring on your thumb. Rings per inch would be a signal that carriers want to stand out from the crowd. What is certain is that originally in the gay community hard, it symbolizes wearing a cockring.

They would be brought to the index by the spirits "Cartesian" and "leaders" in major (medius), the "calm" and "emotionally vulnerable" and ring by "friendly". With regard to atrial several meanings are given. Masons wear their rings on this finger. The design of these rings are often inspired by "rings surprises" of the 17th century. These were equipped with a small house covered with a hinged lid to hide a magical object or another small object reflecting the membership of a secret society. The signet rings are worn on this finger coat-there by the English nobility.

At the end of the 18th century has added another new feature: the rings tell whose eyes stones form a kind of acronym. Played in a certain order, the first letters of the stones form a word: The apis lazuli, O blade V ermeil (another name for garnet) and E emerald suggest the word "LOVE". I did not know this system but it gives me another excuse to buy a new ring! It remains for me to find one with itrine C, H ématite, R UBIS, I olite, and a stone or a metal that starts with X to Chrix but I ' did not ;-) found

In prosaic, pleases me when a ring at the time of purchase there is not always all sizes, so I put it where I can at least go where my preference is to say either ring or middle finger. I rarely put rings on the index or little finger and thumb they never bother me (probably because in the case of the little finger and thumb, two fingers each being at the end of the hand, the cover is a bit close and I need to feel my hands free to one side or the other). So it's more a question comfort that service ... I seldom put two rings on one hand (feeling of space) and if I do, never on two fingers that are side by side. For stone, the color of my clothes and my makeup. So these are purely aesthetic considerations that determine my choice!

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I Have A Rash Between My Breasts

Locus Solus
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I had planned to visit Brighton the day after our expedition Owling Manor, but I could not stay on my hunger. The image the old piano in the middle of the farm empty haunted me. I told Andrée how it would be great to film singing and photographed Barbara Hendrix at this location shifted, and she agreed with me: he had to go back! Lifted at 6 am, arrived at around 9, we had all day to have fun in the English countryside.

Under a bright sun that we arrived at Owling Manor. The exploration began with the garden, where nature has planted a field of many weeds and plants of all kinds.

This short course struck me by almost regularity of 8 shrubs growing around. They give a semblance of order in this jumble of greenery.

The red brick façade of the house is decorated with carved shamrocks.

view of the roof.

The first sight that was entering the house is the staircase where there is still a red carpet and skylights oval.

The remains of a past life are scattered in pieces at the option of passing visitors who, like us, are having a field day, moving objects according to their desires. Here, the tag "LIAR" is the only one in the house. It is even more strange to find it here because its double-meaning is oddly relevant. English "liar" means both "a liar" and "lying", and refers in turn to lie about the staging and the sleeper fantasy that has left her pumps at the foot of the bed ...

In the room next door, disorder Ambient is reflected in the mirror of a large wardrobe.

The kitchen has nothing to envy to the rest of the crowded parts of many objects of a bygone day, and whose disturbing presence seems to involve ourselves in a nearby, almost disturbing intimacy as it is dusty and chipped.

According to my research that the mansion belonged to a Franco-Hispanic English. The owner, the son of a English duchess, was born in 1913 in France. He married an Englishwoman in 1957 in London.

Potier, he was also a painter. His wife cultivated species of orchids at the manor. As for the house, it dates from 1904.

For reasons unknown, she was abandoned by its occupants and all its contents (pictures, dishes, furniture, clothing, etc ...). As if a drama or a sudden fad had forced the couple to leave without even packing his bags ...

The house and grounds are currently on sale for $ 3 million books and according to unconfirmed sources, the owner would still be alive would have 104 years! The couple had no children, returns to the mansion a niece although negligent.

Among all objects, books, pamphlets lying around, I found a French edition of 1932 of Impressions of Africa by Raymond Roussel (1877-1933). I think she was waiting. Of his time was a writer Raymond Roussel maligned and misunderstood. Oulipians and admired by the Surrealists, he was particularly fond of handling the "language of birds ", ie homophony. Anecdotally, there is a double-meaning in its title: "Impressions of money to," were published at the author. In preparation to deliver mine, I took them with me as a souvenir.

Greeting ...

We still had to Andree and me one last thing to do before leaving. Return to the abandoned farm.

Here the old piano as we had found the previous day to 20 hours. At a time when we went back the next day around 15 o'clock he was immersed in the dark. It took us half an hour to move a few meters and thus gain in brightness. The poor piano was so shattered that we were afraid that it turns into a pile of dust.

But we were motivated enough to mark the final score of this adventure, knowing that we do not soon come back to this place. In her velvet dress, Andree, singing is his finest classical arias, has given a kind of second life to old instrument whose voice had been silent for long. In the English countryside silent, the "Urbex Singer" had done a button!

Kiwi Cleaners Annoying

OWLING
MANOR (1)

London, August 30, 2010. My friend Andrea and I are going on that day to discover a strange abandoned Victorian mansion. We do not doubt will happen again What a veritable obstacle course. The trouble began when, after taking our tickets, we are wrong platform. The train leaves in 3 minutes, it is about noon. I start to run, convinced that Andree follows me. This is where I lose it. The problem is that she told me be left without her cell phone ... so after several minutes of searching I finally ask for an announcement to be made throughout the station to find myself at Andree reception point ... except that during that time she took the train to the city where we must go to make the change, that I finally know by checking my text messages, because ultimately, she has her laptop! We end up back on the station platform. An hour of lost. Also in the rush, I asked an employee of the line where the next train to Dovecourt, our destination. He told me platform 3 in 3 minutes. So here we are on the train. It begins to take the lead about the incident for at least half an hour, then time passes, pass, pass ... the controller comes and tells us we are not in the right train! Stupor, stress, nervousness, it is 14:30, but the controller is nice, we do not pay a fine (it was the equivalent of twice the planned route) and we let us not be discouraged ... it redid the road reverse and start again. With all these setbacks, we can Dovecourt to 17 hours!

According to the plan we have, the mansion is a good half-hour walk, so do not dawdle ... but I printed plan indicates a road that does not stop at the location indicated, the guy's hometown inn says it is the first left then this is the second ... We are the edge of a wood, and it is 18 hours.

You meet a guy on the road that says "yes, Owling Manor is one mile away, a very mysterious house, he must pass over a barrier , cross a field to get there ... "we did all that but there is still no! Meanwhile, we ran into the brambles, nettles, I stressed to see the light fall, Andree Zen that the Dalai Lama ... she is also an exemplary patience and I was awarded a medal to follow me into this mess with the rush that I ... imposes

Then, a resident of the area tells us that it is the door of his house after ... we climbed over a fence in the mud and nettles, and explores a farm ... I think that this is surely the outbuildings of the manor ...

But aside from this old piano musty, nothing like up close or from afar at a mansion here ... this is not the wasteland! We just lost another hour.

So we turned around, it will retry the opposite door, asking for more residents of the house next door who say "you can not miss if you follow the path lined with trees, "but we can not find the path and stressed out, tired, bleeding, itch with nettles English that are decidedly more warlike than here, at the final moment of giving up, the way is there under my eyes ...

Manor Owling When we arrive, it is 20 hours. Despite the light dims, we still have a fast lap, just to take some pictures. The house is much more devastated than I've ever seen on the net. But it is still surprising, given its quirky architecture.

The lounge chairs and its twin, the ground floor.

The skylight in the middle of the house.

It is clear that kids the corner came to have parties in view of the corpses of bottles that we found some fun to be staged as to accentuate the singular and the murky atmosphere of the house. A painting with a portrait of a woman torn, a broom and a black dress stricted the ingredients for a bad horror movie series B.

One of the inhabitants of the manor was probably the painter who has represented this brunette with a strange look on several paintings and sketches found in the house. This piece was to be his studio.

On the roof, many doves have made their home and helped to destroy the rotten floor 3rd floor. The clock is ticking and we need to go ... Andree and I did not imagine one second remaining to sleep tonight in this gloomy house and we decide to break camp. It was at that time said Andree inspired to sing a capella an aria in this peaceful, sorry ...

I film the scene, as in a dream ... the voice of Andree rises and that's when the hooting of owls meet him in the heart ... it is almost dark, you see nothing but we still have the sound of this strange interlude of a song "at nightfall" in front of a mansion maybe haunted! I was almost afraid Andree awakens the spirits with his powerful vocals and sharp, but when night came, it is in the healing that we made our way back. Who said that music soothes the soul? You should know that Andree was fasting and had eaten or drunk for the day ... this woman is almost superhuman fifties!

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I was certainly frustrated at not being able to explore more Retail Owling Manor, but ultimately very happy with my day with Andree, the opportunity to become a "Urbex SINGER *" more honorable! I just had that rare photographs of poor quality but the memories were there to overcome my disappointment. Unless ... unless fate decides otherwise ...

TO BE CONTINUED

* = Urbex Urban Exploration contraction English (urban exploration)

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abandoned house NAMUR

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Namur, Sunday June 20, 2010, 17:45. I have an hour or two to kill before catching the train from Brussels to Paris. My friend who knows my immoderate taste for urban exploration, drive me off to a strange abandoned house at the Casino, facing the River Meuse.

The vision of this gate ajar, oozing rust, does not tell me anything worth the sinister house and barricaded the entrance seems people watching its strange eyes, the lush garden appear gradually cover the facade the appearance leprosis.

Despite the overall look uninviting, yet I decided to walk the few yards to lead the black stone staircase covered with ivy. I'm the first round. Bags of garbage suggest that the house was still occupied recently ... perhaps by squatters?

The house looks completely airtight, but it's back, after a glass door surmounted by a small shelter made of wrought iron and glass past few brambles, I see broken windows overlooking unappealing on a toilet bowl full of filth. The place is dark and dirty, somewhat reassured, I start to tell me that I'd better ... Carapate

So I returned to the terrace on the south side. The wrought iron porch adjoins the house on the left draws my attention. The heavy silence, added to the pale sky and cold, does not invite lingering ... it was when I decided to spin that I see a chair that I had not seen At first sight, hidden by vegetation. I climb on the chair, the window is open ... my heart starts beating a little louder I go? I'm not? Curiosity takes over the discomfort and apprehension. I tap the glass with my nails to see if anyone. No answer. I enter the house.

The ceiling moldings and flaking, but the most beautiful is the veranda, with its old tile and wrought iron structure. In this picture, it looks like big rusty crucifix structure framing.

Some tags, stencils grimacing faces certainly reflect the squat and clandestine celebrations organized by teens in need of strong sensations, echoing ghostly white mask that hung on the top floor, barely illuminated by the light of the attic.

Stencils pochtrons ...

At the bottom of the wooden staircase leading to all three floors, the presence of a stairlift betrays the state of the previous occupant, probably a disabled person and elderly in view of seniority tapestries. The atmosphere this house is quite heavy, even oppressive.

In reality, the place is much darker.

the ground floor, the house is plunged into near darkness, parts bathed in total darkness. I myself do not dare venture out, leaving me with some frustration behind closed doors. During my visit, I walk very slowly and breathe fully from room to room, watching for the slightest sound as not to wake hypothetical invisible entities.

Plant parasites, spider webs, dead empty bottles, piles of garbage, rusted tin cans, pieces of broken mirrors, some vestiges of soiled tissue paper and form the backdrop of a desolate and apocalyptic remains with the pestilence has erased any trace of humanity.

My only encounter with a living will that this kitten discovered in dusty attics, whose sad eyes squeezed my heart.

During my explorations, I always wonder what can justify abandoning such beautiful homes. In the residential district of one of the most beautiful cities in Wallonia, it seems incredible. I can not help but think that a drama can only explain the fact that the house is not for sale and nobody seems to care. Indeed, no sign indicating that this is private property, no trace of either explicit prohibition to enter or review site ... fantasy or reality? The front door of the house has eyes ... like Amityville. The boards that the muzzle will probably continue to preserve its secrets for a long time ... unless someone comes along lifts the veil ... the appeal is launched!