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Cédric Lombion
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It's the little things

According to my Pocket stats, I read 2,140,124 words in Pocket this year. That's like reading The Great Gatsby 46 times.

And if the pages from those books were stacked end to end, they'd make it past the top of the Empire State Building.

But I've only watched 12 hours of videos. I'm definitly a text guy, it seems.

Anyway, good job, Pocket.
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I love Pocket, very useful in random connection countries I am working in.
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What a different place Britain was in the spring of 1973.

The pound was worth $2.46. Average weekly takehome pay was £30.11. A packet of crisps was 5p, a soft drink 8p, lipstick 45p, chocolate biscuits 12p, an iron £4.50, an electric kettle £7, a black and white TV £60, a colour TV £300, a radio £16, the average meal out £l. A scheduled airline ticket from New York to London cost £87.45 in winter, £124.95 in summer. You could have eight days in Tenerife on a Cook's Golden Wings Holiday for £65 or fifteen days from £93.

I know all this because before this trip I looked up the issue of The Times for 20 March 1973, the day I arrived in Dover, and it contained a fullpage advertisement from the Government outlining how much most of these things cost and how they would be affected by a zippy new tax called VAT, which was to be introduced a week or so later. The gist of the advert was that while some things would go up in price with VAT, some things would also go down. (Ha!)

I also recollect from my own dwindling cerebral resources that it cost 4p to send a postcard to America by air, 13p for a pint of beer, and 30p for the first Penguin book I ever bought (Billy Liar). Decimalization had just passed its second anniversary, but people were still converting in their heads 'Good lord, that's nearly six shillings!' and you had to know that a sixpence was really worth 2%p and that a guinea was £1.05.

A surprising number of headlines from that week could as easily appear today: 'French air traffic controllers strike', 'White Paper calls for Ulster power sharing', 'Nuclear research laboratory to be closed', 'Storms disrupt rail services' and that old standby of cricket reports, 'England collapse' (this time against Pakistan). But the most arresting thing about the headlines from that dimly remembered week in 1973 was how much industrial unrest there was about: 'Strike threat at British Gas Corporation', '2,000 Civil Servants strike', 'No London edition of Daily Mirror', '10,000 laid off after Chrysler men walk out', 'Unions plan crippling action for May Day', '12,000 pupils get day off as teachers strike' all this from a single week. This was to be the year of the OPEC crisis and the effective toppling of the Heath government (though there wouldn't be a general election until the following February).

Before the year was out, there would be petrol rationing and milelong queues at garages all over the country. Inflation would spiral up to 28 per cent. There would be acute shortages of toilet paper, sugar, electricity and coal, among much else. Half the nation would be on strike and the rest would be on threeday weeks. People would shop for Christmas presents in department stores lit by candles and watch in dismay as their television screens went blank after News at Ten by order of the Government. It would be the year of the Sunningdale Agreement, the Summerland disaster on the Isle of Man, the controversy over Sikhs and motorcycle helmets, Martina Navratilova's debut at Wimbledon. It was the year that Britain entered the Common Market and, it scarcely seems credible now, went to war with Iceland over cod (albeit in a mercifully wimpy, putdownthosewhitefishorwemightjustshootacrossyourbow sort of way). It would be, in short, one of the most extraordinary years in modern British history.

~Notes From a Small Island
- Bill Bryson
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I used to live in London in 1973. 6p for the bus from Crystal Palace Parade to Piccadilly Circus and 8 1/2p during rush hour. £ 1 for an evening in the most modern cinema at that time in London. Happy times :-))
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Aéroports, de l'espace public à l'espace privé

La privatisation de l'espace public dérange pas, a priori : les lieux n'en sont pas moins fonctionnels, en grande partie. Mais elle pose la question de l'appropriation des espaces publics (autant par leur financement que par leur objectif), qui n'est finalement accordée qu'aux grandes entreprises qui en ont les moyens.

Cela va bien au-delà d'un objectif de couverture des frais d'exploitation. On est dans une dépossession du citoyen, pour qui la marge de manœuvre n'existe que dans sa dimension commerciale. Un parallèle peut-être fait entre cette dynamique de l'espace public physique qui s'accélère depuis 50 ans et la dynamique que prend l'espace public numérique depuis les 10 dernières années.

La question qui se pose alors est philosophique et anthropologique : peut-on se permettre de laisser la définition de l'espace public au marketing ?

#espacepublic #espaceprivé #aéroport #citoyens #consommateurs  
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#onthisday   297 years ago , Marie Laveau, the most powerful of  the 19th century Voodoo Queens of Louisiana, was born in New Orleans.

“There is more to it than just you prosper, your enemies fail," said Mama Zouzou. Many of the words of the ceremonies, words she knew once, words her brother had also known, these words had fled from her memory. She told pretty Marie Laveau that the words did not matter, only the tunes and the beats, and there, singing and tapping in the blacksnakes, in the swamp, she has an odd vision. She sees the beats of the songs, the Calinda beat, the Bamboula beat, all the rhythms of equatorial Africa spreading slowly across this midnight land until the whole country shivers and swings to the beats of the old gods whose realms she had left. And even that, she understands somehow, in the swamp, even that will not be enough.“ (Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”)

Most slaves that reached the southern part of what is today the United States were abducted from West Africa and the victims of this forced migration could at least try to keep something – their beliefs and traditions. The Dahomeyan culture circle from present-day Benin and the spiritual folkways were the base of the special manifestation of Voodoo in Louisiana that evolved during the 18th century. A special set of laws from the early 1800s prohibiting the pulling apart of enslaved families encouraged the preservation of an own cultural identity and the slow blending with the believes of the whites in terms of language, custom and religion. A unique culture and religion sprang into existence, combining the voodoo deities, the Loas, spirits of the ancestors with Catholic saints and introduced gris-gris talismans and voodoo dolls in a process to Africanize Louisiana Creole culture.

The Voodooienne Marie Laveau was born a “free person of color” and was, first and foremost, an excellent businesswoman. Working as a hairdresser visiting the rich white ladies in their homes, she possessed a wide-ranging network of both information and contacts. And she knew how to manipulate people’s fears and expectations, all in all the best preconditions for becoming a popular oracle, healer and magician. By 1874, allegedly 12.000 followers swarmed to the shores of Lake Pontchartrain to attend her ceremonies on St John’s Eve, another variant of Midsummer festivities that are still upheld in New Orleans. Marie Laveau had become the charismatic leader of the locals and not only the Creole part, as well as the thousands of immigrants that flooded into Louisiana from Haiti during the bloody revolution early in the 19th century, well acquainted with their own form of voodoo.

Marie Laveau might be responsible for adding more Catholic elements into the publicly displayed voodoo practices to deceive the Church, still a force to be reckoned with during the early 19th century in Louisiana and her considerable influence made her indeed the most powerful of the Voodoo Queens of New Orleans – and she positively knew how to stage a good show – we have almost no records of how the actual rites and practices for the true followers of the religion and not the folklore aspect were conducted. Whatever the case may be, she became a trans-regional celebrity already during her lifetimes and her funeral in 1881 was again attended by thousands and reported even in the New York Times. Today, her grave at St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 in the family crypt of her second husband Christophe Glapion in New Orleans still receives more annual visitors than the grave of Elvis.

Depicted below is Frank Schneider’s portrait of Marie Laveau, based on a lost 1835 painting by George Catlin.

And more on:

#history   #americanhistory   #1000faces  
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Children's dreams and nightmares
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England was full of words I'd never heard before:
streaky bacon, short back and sides, Belisha beacon, serviettes, high tea, icecream cornet. I didn't know how to pronounce 'scone' or 'pasty' or 'Towcester' or 'Slough'. I had never heard of Tesco's, Perthshire or Denbighshire,  council houses, Morecambe and Wise, railway cuttings, Christmas crackers,  bank holidays, seaside rock, milk floats, trunk calls, Scotch eggs, Morris Minors and Poppy Day. For all I knew, when a car had an L plate on the back of it, it indicated that it was being driven by a leper. I didn't have the faintest idea what  GPO, LBW, GLC or OAP stood for. I was positively radiant with ignorance.

The  simplest transactions were a mystery to me. I saw a man in a newsagent's ask for ' twenty Number Six' and receive cigarettes, and presumed for a long time afterwards that everything was ordered by number in a newsagent's, like in a Chinese takeaway. I sat for half an hour in a pub before I realized that you had to  fetch your own order, then tried the same thing in a tearoom and was told to sit down.  

The tearoom lady called me love. All the shop ladies called me love and most of the men called me mate. I hadn't been here twelve hours and already they loved me. And everyone ate the way I did. This was truly exciting. For years I'd been the  despair of my mother because as a lefthander I politely declined to eat the American way  grasping the fork in your left hand to steady the food whilecutting, then  transferring it to your right hand to lift the food to your mouth. It all seemed  ridiculously cumbersome, and here suddenly was a whole country that ate the  way I did. And they drove on the left! This was paradise. Before the day was half  over, I knew that this was where I wanted to be.  

~Notes From a Small Island
- Bill Bryson
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It is a very good read.
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Le secret du feu de la rampe

« Alors il nous faudra attendre une glaciation... Encore une glaciation. »

Silex and the City est une série de bande dessinée créée par Jul (scénario et dessins). Il s'agit d'une fiction préhistorique humoristique. Son adaptation en une série de dessins animés courts est diffusée par Arte depuis septembre 2012.

La série suit les aventures d'une famille paléolithique, les Dotcom. Chaque histoire est une transposition d'un phénomène contemporain dans un univers pseudo-préhistorique permettant de l'exagérer de manière absurde et de s'en moquer.

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#silexandthecity   #french #humour #théâtre
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Yom - Rêve de l'enfant

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Yom is a French klezmer clarinetist born in 1980 in Paris. From jazz to electro and klezmer music, Yom is a non-standard artist, capable of the most unpredictable artistic experiments.

Klezmer is a traditional Jewish music of Central and Eastern Europe. For Yom, this music about Ashkenazi's joys and sorrows is a link between the Jewish identity of his mother and the musical heritage of his grandfather, a clarinetist.
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Tout est ok, merci :) Bonnes nouvelles sont toujours les bienvenues - j'attends votre contributions avec impatience. Je vous souhaite un très bon week-end!
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Dutch buildings color-coded by year of construction

All the data is sourced from the Kadaster of the Netherlands. It's a beautiful use of open data, and allows us to discover the country from a different perspective.

The two red spots (where most buildings have been preserved) on the screenshot below are situated in Amsterdam (right) and Haarlem (left).

You can find the full map here:

#thenetherlands #opendata #maps  
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Student in Political Communication and Public Relations
  • Open Knowledge Foundation France
    Project and Community Coordinator, 2014 - present
  • The Next Generation Internet Foundation
    Junior Project Manager (internship), 2013 - 2014
  • Pedagogy Counselling Agency Sydo
    Junior Digital Project manager (internship), 2012
  • Sustainable Communication Agency Patte Blanche
    Project manager assistant (internship), 2011
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    Web developer and designer (internship), 2011
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I'm French and an enthusiast European citizen.

I'm co-director of the Europeans on G+ project as well as the main curator of the Google+ page and the "Europeans Today" community.

I claim to have an endless list of interests.

Yet i can break it down to four main ones : 
  • Communication, public relations : that's what I'm studying
  •  Sustainable development, social innovation : that's what I try to get educated about
  •  Digital uses, Public sector innovation : that's what I try to keep up with
  • Europe : hence the project Europeans on G+
But I can certainly discuss at length about many different topics, as I'm quite a life enthusiast. Feel free to come at me.

My public posts are either in English or French, or both. I use the hashtag #French for French posts.

I do not have a specific editorial line, though, so expect posts dealing with a wide range of topics.

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