Lost Generation

Le Bluff Technologique FR EN

Je ne suis pas le premier, je ne serai pas le dernier a commenter ce livre. Cela m’a pris un mois pour le parcourir de la première a la quatrième de couverture, d’où je tire que ce fut peut être difficile a lire pour moi. Je me suis perdu de nombreuses fois dans l’énumération des références et détails, des différents sujets dont on parle, car on ne parle bien sur pas que de la technique. 731 pages ou je me suis logé entre références, point de vue d’experts et ainsi de suite. Donner un point de vue constructif sur la technique passe peut-etre en utilisant justement une méthode technique pour évaluer les situations. La méthode du cheval de Troyes peut-être.



Pour être honnête, il y a une essence intéressante dans ce livre qui vous pousse a continuer le voyage sur certaines des impasses par lesquelles nous sommes passées, par lesquelles nous passerons. J’aurai peut-être arrêté la lecture si une de mes connaissances ne m’avait pas dit a un moment : « un livre des années 80 sur la technique, ce livre n’est plus valable, les techniques ont évolué la société aussi. » Bref j’ai continué la lecture.

Bref, beaucoup de ressenti a la lecture de ce livre, ca reste une perception. Nous dérapions, nous dérapons vers une idée d’une société technicienne merveilleuse. Et ce qui m’a le plus surpris, c’est que ce livre est structure comme la technique, hypothèses, raisonnement, conclusions, explications d’explications, identification des effets, mettant en perspective les causes possibles.

Donc oui, je m’en vais sur un court résumé qui n’engage que moi. Sur le cote technicien, je me considère comme un expérimenté de ce secteur, dont vais essayer d’en faire un digestif.

L’éducation nous oriente de plus en plus vers ce quoi la technique requiert, en apprenant de plus en plus de techniques appliques. Causes qui créent des personnes de moins en moins apte a suivre ce rythme technicien, une sorte de déchets du système dans un monde technique qui s’oriente sur l’efficacité, la productivité, et relativise, pour ne pas dire ignore, les points de vue non experts sur ce système dessiné et géré par des experts.

La technique est ambivalente, il y a un coté pile, souvent positif, et souvent sur le court terme, ou résolvant des problèmes a court terme, et un coté face, souvent plus long terme, souvent moins positif, mais que l’on peut ignorer vu que cela se place dans un plus long terme.

Sur ce point précédent se construit une discussion sur l’imprévisibilité des techniques : imprévisibilités que nous savons évaluer, imprévisibilités qui sont des risques possibles qui risquent de se poser, et les imprévisibilités littéralement inconnu qui ne peuvent pas etre penser au moment de la vérification et de la mise en place de la technique.

L’information, un sujet tres bien évalué dans ce livre, et qui ont trouvé écho dans les questions qui se sont posés après et se posent maintenant.

Alors, une culture technique ? La technique phagocyte son environnement et donc la culture a une étape certaine. Je me répète Un livre point écrit dans les années 80, avant que les questions ne se posent tres clairement dans chacun de nos esprits fin 90 début 2000 et maintenant, j’espère.

Bien sur, ce livre se livre sur une réflexion sur la société de consommation, la création inexorable des déchets, des cycles de produits de plus en plus court, de l’économie technicienne. N’aime t’on pas les graphiques ? On peut y identifier des idées hors du cadre de la technique, parce que cela change la perspective sur les sujets étudiés.

Voila mon résumé, comme je l’ai dit, quand je lis, j’ai du ressenti. C’est un livre technique, tres intéressant. Penser out of the box, out of techniques, notre idée du progrès, une pierre utile. Le livre explique beaucoup causes, effets d’une situation, et je pense que c’est peut être pour donner l’opportunité aux lecteurs de penser sur ce qu’on considère come progrès, et de faire entrer le subjectif dans un objectif technicien qui le demande.



I am not the first one, won t be the last to review this book. It took me on month to go from cover to cover on this book, quite difficult to read I have to acknowledge for me. I got lost in the enumeration and various topics getting touched around. I wished I had a synthesis view. 731 pages where I have been drown between references, call of experts and so on. To give a constructive point of view on techniques might come from a technical methods in assessing situations. Troyes' like

To tell the truth, there is an interesting part in it and I would haven t continue to read it if it wasn t showing some interesting insights on some dead ends we ve been to and we re going to. If one relative didn t tell me: “come on, it s a book from the eighties, this book is no longer valuable, techniques have evolved.” so dubious about it that I did continue the reading.

And guts feelings are feelings, we are drifting to a technological marvelous fiction we should be aware of, and it s written following a deep structure of techniques explanation of explanations, and most importantly, putting in prospective at some critic and useful stage.
So interesting, I am going for a sum up. On the technician side, I do consider myself no longer as a newcomer and will try a sum it up, digestive if it could be.

Education is getting drowned towards more and more applied knowledge of techniques. Maybe creating more and more unfit people to the technical world, a technical world focused more and more on efficiency reducing hence the non expert input to the system.

Techniques are ambivalent, they all have two sides: a positive one, often on a short term, or solving short term concerns, and a negative, which we might forget, because it might be longer term, bringing even more concerns than the one that has been solved, concerns that will be solved through improvements of techniques most of the time. Aren t we calling experts for any concerns?

Along previous point, techniques have this part of unpredictability we might not understand: There are planned unpredictability, there are possible unpredictability to come, and there are the totally not thought of possibilities and risks.

Information is a field that is assessed quite rightly in this book, and questions raised are still mattering now.

Technical world might not fit our cultural world, attempting to go over it, and here comes the society of information many books relate since then.

Of course, it s going on marketing, our society of consumption, hence of waste, product cycle shortening more and more, economy of techniques. All these societal effects of techniques we were made aware after this book, but before the XXI st century.

So it is my sum up, my perceptions are gut feelings as I ‘ve said. It is an interesting book to read, even if it does take huge efforts to follow the stream. We can identify some out of the box, hence out of techniques, ideas of progress. the text is perhaps so much explaining a situation, maybe to give the opportunity to the reader to think about progress from the reader’s view.

Standardizing? Creating???

coulnd t refrain from scritching on the previous blank piece of paper.

Create, Understand, express

Don't you want to scritch on it?

Silence on a white frame

Images, simple images - FR EN

From abstract techniques

To a society of Information

What do you see?

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Perspectives in motion

and well, the framing helps, or not, i have called it 22h01

Travelling to some sides around Russia,

Before speaking of my beloved Europe, and this stating point, a diversity that made me wishing to go further, we are stopping in Russia, well first stopping on one site in Latvia.

Riga, its cold weather and wonderful architecture. Climbing up to the roof, extent of this trip is starting to grab my guts. We walk through these beautiful streets, with a personality that gave architecture of last century and before.

Reaching a train station, Cyrillic is trying to make its way through my mind. Boarding the train, we were prepared, the visa, necessary piece that cannot be negotiated on the place, and here we were, on the road to St Petersburg, the great, if I might borrow the nickname of its founder.

Looking around, ulitza after ulitza, we are lost, and we are pleased, walking along the fontanka, reaching the Ermitage, and staying within a family down there. It gave insights to my lack of Russian, and the work I have to carry out, and it gave insights to this point of view only locals can bring.

Continuing with the train, we don’t go to Vladivostok, meeting the landscapes that are amazing any traveler’s mind, we arrived to Moscow.

And well compared to a city which was built to open to Europe, the Nevski prospekt putting yourself in prospect, the soul of Moscow had more from the scars history left than a place to stay. Unease was a feeling that kept following us.

Of course, it is unsettling to reach the red square, to witness the reconstruction of this cathedral destroyed last century, to see sign of Lenin around, Still, Moscow personally brings back one memory, a walk near the Loubianka place, a place that was feared in the past, a place that still holds its threat from history.

So down, we went peacefully to Ukraine and Kiev. Where you need a visa as well. Of course, it s rather nice memories to be awakened at 2 o’clock in the morning by military at the frontier asking you your visa. Fortunately, the luck didn’t leave us and we filled the paper literally on the go.

As the sleep escaped us, we could rightly take  notice of this landscape around, and especially on the bridge the train took, where we could see what we will discover later, a monastery from a far sight.

It was at a time where Ukraine was gathering its diplomacy through different colors, the yellow party, the pink one, the orange one, and the blue one gathering in a main square next to a wonderful jazz club we were entertained in, a sound of jazz, a glass of red wine, my vision of felicity.

We went down to the museum of Chernobyl to go along the history path started in St Petersburg and Moscow, and well, it sounds kind of nowadays giving recent events and the sight of the destruction, material and of lives, back in the 80’s.

Why am I writing all that and all these travels? I have the personnal feelings all these place, in Cambodia, in Peru, in Mexico, in Europe, will inexorably change with what we consider progress and standardization the future holds. So memories in black and white, it does take a photo in my memories at a point in time. And well I didn t speak about the U.S. only because I’ve been only there once while my skills in the language over there was up to socks level, in deep Texas, Houston a business town, and well I was as well under 21. surely i wiss cross again these landscapes, like any of the previous travels.

Travelling to Israel and some sides of Palestine: A road back on track

L'écriture en diagonale
CARNET DE VOYAGE
Introduction: No mysticism, no major change to the initial draft, the writings below are essentially as first written, apart from grammar mistakes. Looking at it now, It shows a lot of feelings, a lot of emotions, and a long way. Simply these are shared, hopefully in the most proper way, with not too much misunderstanding as I am entering this difficult zone.

Background Figures:
One trip. 06/06/09-14/06/09
489 kilometers of drive
62 kilometers of walks
7 Falafels
4 Bagels
5 shwarma
31 liters of water
??? archeological sites.
Many encounters.
ONE happy smile
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Why does he never smile?
First impression: One thing is certain, c’est de l’hébreu pour moi. :o)))



Rumours before departures set my mind up on different perspective. Different experience should come at the end. First, Calm, Relax, Quick, Youth and Enjoyment. Happy.
Why did I want to go there?
So long I cannot trace it back. When was it? 16 years ago? The print was already there in my mind map. Even better, starting straight away, only one hour after landing, no sleep, and straight into the car. It will be the first rush stone to many more. Starting with Spanish, heading to English, German, Russian. Yep surprising a lot of people coming from previous satellites states of Russia. Won’t speak about immigrants. It has a different meaning down here.



So, sunburnt from the first day, I am meeting history and extactic activity in pleasure. Definitely not along the urban legends I’ve heard. Another world, another time. Perhaps…




07/06/2009
First Encounters
Americans, Armenians, Sudanese, Ethiopians, Russians, Canadians, Australians, Israelis, South Africans, Irish, Spanish, Uruguayan, Germans, not that many French or English though. I am forgetting many.
So, good surprise, meeting first Americans from south Florida looking to history and coming here for their own personal reasons. Back here, facing all the history and reckoning all the consequences. I am still startled as the people I am meeting are deep into faith. I respect that and fortunately they do as well when I say I don’t believe in god, anyone that would judge my acts. Open-minded, we each other accept the other’s position. Goodness is in all human beings. It’s my only belief. I don’t want to enter the world of this chess and mate. I understand it better. I don’t think I’ve got no questions. Losing my religion is sounding back in my head.
Tel-Aviv is a westernized place under the sun. Israel has done its way forward on unknown borders. Commute together; Shabbat is a day of required sleep. All is about balance. Here, now. All is about excess eating infected mushrooms.



08/06/2009
There is always a first time
Yep, Surprising. First time I am discovering something linked to my own background, rather than discovering a totally new culture I’ve never been in touch with and that I was just eager to discover. I am in Jerusalem, straight onto Via Dolorosa. A path that had to be done this way. I now look to the surroundings with a deeper view, a further perspective. Calmness is the key, just look, witness, understand and absorb. Time to unlock the door, and see what‘s gonna come. Just listen to others meanings. Already, I’ve got the feelings that something gonna come from this. An experience that no one should be scared to undertake, something to be done. Definitely.




11/06/2009
Living the unexpected.
Finally away from Jerusalem, from this nice terrace of this youth hostel. I have absorbed, I can now start to digest. Wahoo. Nothing I expected and still the feeling that I was due to come here since a long time. not for spiritual enlightenment, although I have never been that tanned. I feel totally drained, already. Most surprisingly, for the first time, I feel exhausted both physically AND mentally. 5 days down the line, and still a lot in front. I now enjoy the tranquillity of the sea of Galilee. To these expenses. So much to see, so much to witness. You eat for your hungriness; you drink for your happiness as He once said. Why not? It still looks like Hebrew to me. All the unexpected, all concentrated in this small area.
Safe craziness of Tel aviv
Calmness of the night in Jerusalem, Light show and this dome of the rock I’ve been reading so much about.
So many nationalities meeting down this country
Yad Vashem, where I cried in front of the detailed chunks of this essential museum of history



12/06/2009
I am not, who am I?
Who do I believe in? The questions that keeps being asked, and that I fortunately finished to ask myself. So,
I am not Catholic.
I am not Protestant.
I am not Jewish.
I am not Buddhist.
I am not Muslim
I am not Sufis
I am not Druze
I am not Orthodox
From the look in the eyes of each, I could be an anomaly. But no. I respect them for their belief. They are listening as well to me. We are carrying out a useful discussion. I am that thing. I am that smile. After I am that all unconscious and I don’t know why I am here. No witness, no deception. Don’t know from which my set of values are set by. I trust myself, and this way I go above expectations and achieve more.
Who is speaking at the moment?
I don’t know, I cannot see it.




13/06/2009
End of the trip on a white sand beach, still discovering more and more history, and this dialog taking place.
- What did you accomplished?
- I don’t know.
- How do you feel?
- I am exhausted, never felt that tired.
- Happy?
- Head down the Mediterranean sea, How else could it be?
- Ready?
- For what?
- Tell me.
- Don’t know. I need time to digest. A lot of experience, a lot of feelings. I need to rest and keep quiet.
- You are in idle mode. Looks like you’ve been hit by a truck…
- It was a concessionary.
- Was it your idea of a good time?
- It was, meeting a lot, eating different cuisine, and discovering history and religion. I liked the sensation of sand sliding between my fingers.
- Did you achieve something?
- I can feel changes. I am not yet aware of how much. I don’t know why I came. I now need to digest. I will come back in time to face it with answers. I wasn’t prepared to meet so many questions.
- You’re more philosophical?
- Yep, I wouldn’t have believed it. That’s certainly for the better. I am ready for more, escape from the I to another isle. Starting from 0. I was kidding myself. I have everything in hand, and I will sure enjoy it.
- What’s next?
- More sun for sure. Now I really have to keep quiet. Silence will help lifting this superficial burden. Please don’t ask me any other questions.
- Why?
- …




14/06/09
Still… final word.
- Who are you ?
- Yep I know. I am Christian. I am a follower of the Christ and others. In that sense only. He showed, like other prophets, the basic underlying goodness inside everyone, humanism, and they extend their own to so much extent. Nothing more, no miracles, no god protecting it all, no church ruling it all, no more questions. I don’t believe in all and that’s enough. Call this enlightenement, call this a big lie. I need that lie. One has to believe in something. So I believe in human beings. Now, a respectful silence for them, for you. I need to digest, I need to sleep.

Un voyages tres intérressant... MERCI a tout.


3 Years later:

Time played as well with my memories of a travel there. I remember mainly the good sides, having seen and discussed most things I was searching for, discovering about myself, the most valuable thing, and all the good memories.

Still, now, did it worth all the hassle? Having a visa that, 3 months after, would deny my entry to Tripoli, while my plane was running late, and I had to go to , if not an hospital, a quick check up room. Secondly, being stopped by two soldiers, yet very gorgeous, but it wasn’t the matter. A beard of a week and my usual pair of glass on my face, and I didn’t look like the picture of my passport. Are you playing with my nerves? So a mild yes it did worth the hassle, for once, maybe not twice. and because it always has to worth it, whatever I am getting from it, it is not the question.

Why? finally because of what matters. Gut feelings that made me believe I will pass my turn, simply. I am looking in the future, and see a lot more of the other things I am looking forward to.

Travelling to some sides of South America, a road in songs

On the road to Macchu Picchu.

On this road, I only knew Spanish since 3 months, It was the first time I realizes each country benefits from its very own atmosphere no one can harm. Through a medium, a Spanish accent that I couldn t understand back in Spain, and here, a sweet melody full of meanings. The learning curve has its mystery

I’ve discovered surprises at every corner: Landed in Juliaca, we’ve reached Puño. There I have enjoyed a charming “Camisa Negra” after a short ride in a kind of motorcycle that led me next to the lake of Titicaca, its floating islands, La Paz on the other side, and people sharing insights I wouldn’t have dreamed of in my modern western life, or what I thought modern is.

This road to Peru, c’est pas le perou, leads me to other trips over the continent, wonderful memories.

In Mexico, where we went back on tracks with the Incas, understanding a ball game and discovering an architecture that empowers as well the symbol of snales.

Mexico, and one memory going back to me. Apart from renting a car, and getting literally lost in the street of Mexico city, 5 kms from the airport, I have this memory of this airport for buses, a platform leading you everywhere as soon as we forgot rightly the car

This way, we went to Palenque, a beautiful temple, wild and eaten by the wild nature, giving this special thought, this special feeling only MAcchu Picchu, Palenque and Angkor Wat gave me. This sense of not being unique, this sense of facing a whole life in the past, this sense of Waouh.

From Mexico to Cuba, where apart from very good cigars of course, we did enjoy this buena vida side in this Buena vista social club bar in La Habana, and further a deep calmness around Viñales. Memories of mountains spreading over your eyes in wild shape I couldn’t even imagine.

And this coming back to the world, speaking the language is the best visa I had, and truly I was deeply shattered to discuss and see civilians with food tickets, not one, not two, a lot. That and the lack of medicine were my drugs to stay along reality. I am thankful for this humanity, showing a smile rather than despair, beautiful

Travelling to one side of Asia, an insight on my inner self

Cambodia

At a point in time, before the wet season, I landed further than I ever dreamed of. Naturallly, I had feared for these far away landscape, these cultures I did’nt know., especially for what it combines, radically.

a shock, a culture, smiles were welcoming all around, with no sign of any negative thoughts, at least from my perceptions, tourists might have added this glasses on the 4 eyes I already have, still a pleasure.

A story taking its roots far away,  she is expressing a fully fledged travel to another world, another time, different rules.

Why? Because of the unsettlement I have felt during these two weeks, only 2 weeks, an eternal time some would feel.

Grateful for them to show me the deep essence of the identity composing my inner self, by truly discovering the contrast I had within myself A black and white picture express its beauty through contrast, same games, same rules.

Indeed, there, yelling is not a rational way of life, screaming is about losing your identity, crying is meant to be only done when alone.

I am looking back to the person I was there, the recipe took and worked tryly on myself. It gave myself a present: rethink myself, and restart. Don’t lose yourself, be true to yourself, essentially.

In all my travels, there is always something money cannot buy, and throughout these travel, I keep looking on this quest.

There, I’ve faced it. Calmness, a mark of respect, a gift. one memory staying with me, the atmosphere of Boeung Kak Lake within Phnom Penh, some evenings down there looking to the sun coming down and bringing its wild vibes on a special place.

Travelling to one side of Africa, a surf on emotions

Senegal


Afrique, et la le Senegal, tu m'as fait le meilleur cadeau. celui de vivre deconnecte de notre monde modene, oui touriste de passage. Au loin, enfin, ces verites eclatent de plus belle au grand jour, le mien... je digere, petit a petit. joie solitaire de ce ver qui m a fait vivre toutes ces surprises.

You offered me this gift, living, no thinking. I cannot stop anyway to write. this continent is the forgotten one of our modern world. To keep our comfort, we are still ignoring it. we are doing these mystakes again and again. after the first 2 weeks down there, my feelings confirmed by some other western people living permanently down there is that you know you have nearly no future, we are offering none, and you are living the present. to such extent. yes there are issues in Africa. yes there is corruption, yes, there are forgotten wars, yes there are awful diseases, yes there is a big weight of ancient traditions, some very positive, some very negative. yes, you are struggling to get your everyday food. yes, streets are very dirty, infrasctructure very bad. Aside, yes there is a wonderful panel of people spared from our modernity. that s one gift. you are worth it, you ve got the power to go forward. if only speaking less when setting up something. Senegal was one of a developped country down this continent, and yes that makes me scared. waouh, yes. when are we gonna remove that fold making us blind? Are we gonna still treat you as the waste of our little wars?

you don t have easily access to internet, but you can express it. Tiken jah fakoly, thanks you, yes you gave us our pardon. you haven t forgotten. we are still not worthing it. when are we gonna do the same? when are we going to react not blindly? Yes, I am ashamed. Yes, I will still be living. You offered me this power of simplicity, this desire of equity, this good sense of reality.

Thanks to you for making me sharing simply your everyday life. changing big thing starts by changing small. yes we ve got to change our habits.

Thanks. On that no more words ..

Andrei Makine - and well, many many many books :) EN FR

A short post to meet one proficient Russian writer. At the corner of each volume, I am entering a universe that keeps completing itself, and that keeps reinventing itself.

I have discovered his book through “the French will”. And since then, I do appreciate his verve and energy coming only from writer that composes in French, without French being their mother tongue.

Stories and novels are flowing around, from discoveries to local insights on the other side of the iron curtail. And well, on this other side, the love river is brining us in the dry landscape of whole Russia, far from only Moscow, in natural scenes that are so wide only a novel like this can correspond.

You are invited to a dance where you understand a prolific author advising us tha beginning of last century we were speaking French in what is composing now Russia.

A first invite to this literary scope: Life of an unknow person. I am finding there melody of sounds coming from Cyrillic background, a beautiful candor of literal writings bringing situations to the utmost.

And my wish now from such a proficient mind? a mind that can put disarray in wonderful and human words. I would welcome a book of Mr. Andrei Makine written in partnership with a Chinese author.

Un court billet pour s'envoler vers l’oeuvre des oeuvres de Mr. Makine, et je m’emporte dans l’univers de son œuvre complete et qui se complete.

Découvert a travers le prisme de « le testament français », j’apprécie cette vivacité et cette énergie qui provient de ces auteurs qui composent en français, sans que cela soit leur langue maternelle. Vous prenez part a une valse de cet auteur mirifique qui nous rappelle qu’au début du siècle dernier, on parlait français dans ce qui constitue maintenant la Russie.

L’histoire s’écoule a chaque fois dans un fleuve de découvertes simples de l’autre cote du rideau de fer. D’ailleurs de l’autre côté, « le fleuve amour » » nous transporte dans les steppes, dans les étendues si larges et longues que seul un roman peut correspondre.

Une première invitation a la rencontre d’un paysage littéraire qui se définit au cours des livres : « La vie d’un homme inconnu. »

Je retrouve les sonorités de ma langue dans ces mots cyrilliques, je retrouve la belle candeur des passions littéraires dans les situations mises en phrase de Mr. Makine.

Ses mots transcendent toute description dans ces lieux pleins de mémoires. Mon désir, la, je saluerai une œuvre de Makine en partenariat avec un auteur chinois.

The Financial Bluff FR EN

FRANÇAIS

Avec toutes les infos qui nous tombent dessus, en tant que pro-nucléaire, et j’explique plus bas pourquoi et me permet une photographie de la situation telle que je la vois.

Je suis incertain sur l’issue que certains trouvent et utilisent dans la problématique nucléaire, débat qui risque d’être traite comme une gestion de crise et non en tant que débat. Je comprends une gestion de crise au Japon, la situation est critique et dramatique. Maintenant ramener ces vieux démons en France sans attendre, je trouve ca utilitariste et tout à fait égoïste. Pour le moins tant que ca reste dans le cadre de pompiers en face de crise.

Pourquoi je suis pro-nucléaire ? la raison financière. L’énergie est le démarreur de n’importe qu’elle développement. Maintenant, a y regarder de plus près, maintenant, ici, je trouve, en parallèle, que les événements en Lybie prennent racine dans un soulèvement humain. Et la, je suis tres peu confiant que le monde occidental sache saisir cette fenêtre d’opportunité qui va bientôt se fermer en Lybie. Beaucoup de pétrole vient de la bas, nos économies vivent en couple sur le pétrole, et cela nous empêche de prendre des actions. Nous avons peur que cela étrangle une économie tout juste rétabli. Oui, c’est vrai, oui, mais ce n’est pas éthique, c’est économique et purement financier. La France et l’Angleterre ont oublie leurs vieux démons, bien a eux, et se sont concentres sur l’avenir, l’option diplomatique ne fera que nous faire attendre et rater le coche.

Sur ce chemin de bon matin, le mien croise encore celui d’un livre de Mr. Jacques Ellul : « le Bluff Technologique » que j’ai pu enfin lire. Se concentrant sur certains paramètres sur lesquelles notre futur pourrait prendre place dans ces années 80. Points que l’on aurait peut être dû considérer comme critique dans leur développement. Un livre intéressant, et le titre de ce post le montre, je crois que le fantôme technologique est un mal pour un bien et qu’il a laisse place a un bluff financier sur lequel nous ne nous sommes pas arrêtés. Cela nous a bluffe tout du long, et continue de le faire. Dans ses points, c’est la qu’une personne comme Mr. Ellul manque dans les débats cruciaux qui se posent dans notre présent actuel, et dans notre avenir.

Oui, nous devons trouver une solution pour être indépendant énergétiquement et réfléchir a sortir possiblement du nucléaire vers une autre source d’énergie. Source d’énergie pas encore mature. Les panneaux solaires ont leurs inconvénients. Quels sont les composants de panneaux solaires qui devront se multiplier par millier pour faire face a notre consommation ? Sont ils écologiques ? non pas encore. Les éoliennes, les matériaux composites sont ils écologiques ?  Est-ce que ce sont des technologies valides alors que les grilles énergétiques commencent seulement a se développer et pas encore en position de maturité? Voila pourquoi je reste pro nucléaire pour l instant, en attendant d’avoir une technologie mature capable de les remplacer, et devant les possibles progrès du nucléaire, cette source a sa place dans un mix énergétique qui aujourd’hui laisse trop la place au pétrole.

http://stotb.blogspot.com/2010/07/business-gouvernement-et-societe-quand.html

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With all the news coming around, as a pro-nuclear, and I will explain below why, I am afraid the recent concern following recent events will be diverted through crisis management in France, and not through an interesting debate that has to take place. Crisis management, yes, in Japan, the situation is worrying and dramatic and I can unfortunately only hope and cross fingers… now taking this fact to bring back so shortly all old daemons on our French nuclear, I find it egoist, as soon as it is staying within the crisis management frame.

Why am I pro-nuclear? A financial one. Energy is the key for development of our future industries. Energy is the essence of our development. Now, looking to events, from human roots, taking place in Lybia, I am afraid we will the opportunity window of giving back power to people who owns it. So why nuclear? Because t would enable us to take actions against Gaddafi’s Lybia. Why? Because we are afraid of a surge of petrol that already happened, and will continue. We are fearing this will strangle our recovering economy and so on. All that is right, but it is not ethical, it is only financial. France and the UK were looking to the military option. Opponents are bringing back the diplomacy tool all around and will make us wait and miss this window.

In this path, mine crosses a book from Jacques Ellul “The technological bluff”. While focusing on key parameters on what our future could hold, it shows interesting point in which we have perhaps not considered as critical, while it should. An interesting book, so and as the title of this post shows, I believe now we are far more within the financial bluff, that has bluffed us all around, and continue to do it. Too bad we are now missing this person in crucial debate laying ahead and update the book view on economy and finance that has developed to such extent compared to the 80s. ah la la.

So yes we have to find a way to divert from this old nuclear technology to others developments of energy. Still, this won’t be done for the day to the day after. Solar panels have their drawbacks, what are the materials used to manufacture these panels??? Renewable? And wind farming? Are composites renewable either their production environmentally friendly? Is it that efficient given IT grid are not yet mature? So it is why I am standing as a pro nuclear, we don’t have any alternative yet in the mix of energy between oil and renewable yet, this mix, its working capital, enabling us to run our everyday life. Work has to be done.

http://stotb.blogspot.com/2010/07/business-gouvernement-et-societe-quand.html

La Fin de la Folie - Jorge Volpi - FR EN

Welcome to 1968, back to tack the pulse around Paris street on a period that will change our culture forever. Anibal Quevedo is crossing diffrent path around his psycho extravaganza. He is meeting Claire of course, taking part of a Street movements, meeting deconstruvist like Lacan and Laplace, crossing fingers with the philosopher of photography, Roland Barthes, and Foucault, and Altusser.

An epic contemporary ficion that gives a view of the world around, from cuba, to mexico to france with an undefined look that gives this book all its value. Put some humor, some sarcasm, some interesting thoughts along an unbelievable imagination, and it s where contemporary fiction are giving good insights in our own history.

Digestive and beautiful.

Bienvenue en 1968, de retour pour prendre le pouls le long des rues parisiennes. Pendant une période qui changera notre point de vue complètement. Anibal Quevedo croise différents chemins. A la croisée de ceux-ci et des mouvements de 68, il rencontre les déconstructivistes qui constituent la pensée de la philo française a l'époque, Lacan et Laplace, il croise les doigts avec Roland Barthes, ce philosophe magnifique qui donne un sens moderne a la photographie (Lire la chambre clair), et Foucault, et Althusser.

Des vies qui se croisent, des destins qui se décroisent. Une vue a un moment t sur ce qui se passe dans le monde alentour, des événements de Cuba a ceux du Mexique et d'Amérique latine, a la France de 68 qui met en scène. Un esprit indéfini qui donne sa valeur a se livre. Rajoutez de l'humour, du sarcasme, des pensées diablement intéressantes, tout ca le long d'une imagination intellectuelle débordantes, et on se retrouve a regarder notre histoire sous un nouvel œil, là où la ou la fiction contemporaine rencontre de nouvelles significations.

Marina – Carlos Ruiz Zafon FR EN

C’est avec un plaisir non dissimulé que j’entre une fois encore l’univers de Barcelone sous les doigts émérites de Mr Ruiz Zafon. Un auteur que je découvre lors d’un voyage vers la Grèce, un des rares auteurs qui m’accompagnent encore quotidiennement. Un style qui chante, une écriture qui change, un délicieux équilibre entre la simplicité du moment, et la découverte des impromptus qui composent la vie des acteurs de chacun de ses livres.

Ce que j’aime particulièrement ? Comme tout ses personnages, vous pouvez décider d’ignorer les événements, vous pouvez décider d’aller plus loin. Mr Ruiz Zafon montre le miracle à chaque croisée de ce second chemin.

Avec Marina, je retrouve cette Barcelone, endroit de mille et une découvertes. Dans le jeu de l’ange, ou a l’ombre du vent, je suffoquais sous la ténébreuse atmosphère diffusée au fil des pages. Un plaisir.

Un livre est un film que chacun se crée.

Merci

It s with pleasure that I enter, another time, in the universe of Barcelona under the golden fingers of Mr. Ruiz Zafon. One author I discover on a plane going to Greece, one of the rare author I am coming back to nowadays. A style that sings, a writing that changes, a delicious balance between simplicity of the moment and the discovery of the unexpected that compose life of actors of each of his books.

What I like? Like these actors, you can decide to ignore, you can decide to go further, and the author shows the miracle of following up this second road.

With Marina, I find again this Barcelona, place of many discoveries at every corner. In the angle’s game or Shadow of the wind, I suffocated by the atmosphere building up pages after pages. A delight.

Books are films that each one is creating.

Thanks.

http://www.amazon.fr/Marina-Carlos-Ruiz-Zafon/dp/2266213024/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1300011821&sr=8-3

What this blog is about

As you have reckoned this blog is mainly speaking/writing about one subject I have at heart Culture, in fact CULTURE. The kind of that gives perspective to the things happening.

Well, yes, here culture might be hampering action, still I do believe culture is effectively aiming at a good set of actions. Out of the box, in the box, whatever, just think. Culture is this gem that we shouldn’t look to standardize. Every country has one of its own, and that’s for the best. Because between me, and Alfred, there are as much differences as there are similarities, it is the best recipe to cook well.

I wrote quite a while ago a motto I do enjoy: books cook our looks. Yes, in the equation of culture, books, and literature in general, is one main agent, the mixer if I dare, exposing ideas in different situations. And in a world fully super connected, quick as hell, frozen as the sun, with reactions giving no meaning no more to the word of pro-activity, I do believe books cook our looks. It gives us the perspective, it gives us some witness, and most of all, it gives us some thoughts of older times that holds still true today.

I was some time ago spending some time and attention at a corner of the following discussion:

-          World is more insecure now than before

-          Before what?

-          I don’t go out at night, I am scared

-          Why are you scared?

-          It is very insecure now

-          Well, forties years ago

-          Well, I don’t believe in that, at that time, we might have had the same amount, still it wasn't published in the medias as now

I cannot remove here that yes we have new roots for the social unsettlement we might be subject of, still I do believe standing out and putting in prospective is what history brings best. So in a word like in a hundred, I am happy to see around every corners thinkers and readers, and I am grateful to see on the next corners people acting.

In a world where information is passing through everywhere, distorting through every perceptions, understood through every confusion, we are alive. Information is not a power of decision by itself. Still, information is an important part of the decision process.

Reframing it on our daily life, as we open our computer, log on and unlog, and relog, we can feel we are opening again and again the door of nonsense: a flow of datas coming from a context of the initial writer, the first filter to the jigsaw appearing smoothly to our eyes. Are we able to put that in prospective? Do we need to challenge any assumptions? No, yes, what is the goal. It depends mainly of this question. Now are we able to do that? Yes only if we acknowledge we have to put efforts in the process.

Only 3 subjects are coming to my mind when thinking of the current imbalance of our world. And from it, the most important I see is about culture, and how we can ensure differences, as well as similarities, are taking equal parts in an equation that brings more light to the day. And the day we will learn from the past, and live for the present will be the right day of progress. Not getting eaten by old daemons, but still not giving birth to new ones.

At a time where we might think human race is nearly reaching the end of the road of progress, the essence, I believe, is to consider the equation again, with what I say the three roots causes that imbalanced it radically.

One way of thinking I have, and that I am standing strongly for, is to consider nothing as given, all things as dynamic and essentially irrational. Tools or Way of life?

What is for you information system, finance, politics, literature, means of communication, medias, a tool or a way of life? Like I am not idealizing anybody given we are all humans with its fair share of negative and positive points, I will not do it for a system.

It s only my vision here, I cannot escape to see that finance has reached the global superpower above us all. A revolution is aimed at persons, how do you do that in finance, in IT, in system of thoughts like capitalism? We would need to change the rules, simply. This system is evolving in a network based on rules, abusing some of them, so references have to be dynamic. Tools have to remain tools, not to replace our thinkings.

Like any others, in IS in Finance, in Literature, in all topics,  there is only one step to do in order to let them overcome us. I am not prepared for that. For people in action yes, for a system no.

Still, as I have many voices going around at this moment in time in my twisted head, Here comes one thought: it is the imbalance that defines the balance, it s from it that we can be aware of what is balance. Balance is not an end goal, but something to what we are tending to. At least I believe.

Like any tools, we are here to ensure we create the frame for it. System are developed in frames, it is from where we are drawing our strengths. After, like any products or services in our modern world, it is only a matter of are we reaching the critical mass to overthrow this power?

Culture is by essence a medium of exchange, a power of negotiation, far above the solely financial ones. It is nowadays in imbalance, because politics are not business men, while they currently appear as. A country is not a business, and here comes my strong disagreement with any capitalistic economics philosophy around, this belief, this doctrine, is only one way of thinking, Still it is missing one essential point, Economy 101 is too much rational, or in other words, rational economists cannot understand our world given every equation is made of parameters local and particular, not global and overall.

So what is this blog about? I don't know, round?

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