Thursday, February 24, 2011

Silence - de Fred Pellerin


J'm'en vas t'amener où c'est silence
Pour entendre juste la murmurance de ta voix
Une fois

J'm'en vas t'amener où il fait noir
Juste pour voir la petite brillance dedans tes yeux
Un feu

Y'a plein d'affaires qu'on dira pas
Y'en a toujours qu'on dit jamais
Puis qu'on dit "j'aimais".

J'm'en vas t'amener dans un désert
Grand comme la mer
Te voir courir à perdre l'horizon

Y'a plein d'affaires qu'on dira pas
Y'en a toujours qu'on dit jamais
Puis qu'on dit "j'aimais".

J'm'en vas t'amener devant la mort
Quand la vie part
Voir si ton coeur battra l'amour
Encore

Y'a plein d'affaires qu'on dira pas
Y'en a toujours qu'on dit jamais
Puis qu'on dit "j'aimais".

J'm'en vas t'amener où c'est silence.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83js0XXCkUo

Monday, February 21, 2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Nirvana


“I think Kafka knew it,” she said through pierced lips. Her eyes were dismal and tired, the words falling off her tongue into some abyss of futile thought.

“Knew what?” I asked, pulling the cigarette from my mouth and savoring the toxins filling my throat and lungs.

“He knew that at the center of all things, there’s something horrible and unknown,” she said, her eyes drifting up enough to briefly meet mine and then darting quickly back down to the hot concrete.

“You’re too ambiguous. I can’t answer you because I don’t know what you’re trying to say. And besides, if it’s unknown, then why is it so horrible?”

“Because,” she said, “it’s horrible precisely because it’s unknown. That’s why we’re afraid of the dark. It’s not the darkness itself that frightens us, but we’re scared shitless of what’s hiding behind the darkness. Fear was at the root of Kafka’s angst. So many thinkers and artists can’t cope with that same thing. Nietzsche was desperately ill, Pollock was a raving alcoholic, Cobain went crazy. That’s hardly the tip of the iceberg. These minds saw enough of the world to know the chaos surrounding it. They saw the horror and drowned in it.”

“I think you’re wrong. I think Kafka knew somewhere that there is something infinite and beautiful in and beyond life. But we are trapped by the human condition. We fail to see what is so obvious. We live for tomorrow but all we ever need is today. I think he knew that but could never embody it. I think his intellect prevented him from feeling peace, but he knew that at the center of things was not something horrible and unknown. No, he knew that at the center is something heaving, eternal and inexplicably divine. All Kafka really needed was to drop some acid on a sunny day.”

“I think you’re full of shit,” she said.

“Well,” I shot back, maybe too soon, “I don’t think you can just read Metamorphosis and pretend to know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I crushed the cigarette against the sole of my shoe and exhaled. This was the same talk we’d had a thousand times. It was just taking a new form this time. She was talking about life as some meaningless entity, something that we try desperately to see but can’t, like we’re staring into the sun. And I was the blind optimist, trying to see the beauty in those bright blue spots burned into the back of my mind.

“You don’t have to be so abrasive,” she said, obviously hurt and beginning to tremble.

“I’m sorry, babe,” I said. I had forgotten again how easy it was to shake her. I reached into my pocket for another cigarette. And to think I was contesting her nihilism. After finding out she was suicidal, her parents had been quick to sedate her with an endless supply of prescriptions. It was more lucrative for the medical world to treat her than to cure her, like swallowing saltwater to quench a thirst. They knew that every second she spent taking those damn pills was another moment of relative quiet. And the therapists could never help her. They were all too human.

“I just don’t know anymore,” she said, starting to cry. Her eyes were wet, beautiful against her skin. She had such a pure heart. It always hurt to see her like this.

“You never knew,” I joked. “And everyone is lost. You remember the American dream? Well here we are, spending our time watching television, rushing to get to jobs we hate, shopping for shit we don’t need, overeating, throwing up … and getting drunk to numb it all. The pain is universal. We’re all just treading water.”

She stayed still, her sobs beginning to quiet down. By the look of it, the weight of the world seemed to rest squarely on her alone. I would shoulder it as best as I could, but at night the weight would always come back to her. She would talk in her sleep, sharing her anxious abstractions, soft curses and cold sweats.

“Where did everyone go?” she said quietly, watching four lanes of traffic drift past us. “These people don’t look like they have lived a day in their lives.”

“They have,” I said, trying to calm her. “I’m sure they live at least two days a week.”

We both laughed.

“Things are going to get better, babe,” I said moving toward her, “trust in me, trust in beauty, trust in love.”

She kissed me and sighed. Then she started to giggle, enjoying the slight rush that sometimes comes after a cathartic cry.

—Adam Itkoff, Adbusters

Struggle for Pleasure


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvZQOYzycVA

Monday, February 14, 2011

Scoala la Polu' Nord


Nunavut, Nunavik teacher shortage hits school boards hard this fall

Does no one want to be a teacher in the Arctic anymore?

JANE GEORGE
Nunatsiaq News

MONTREAL — As teachers discover that they don't need to leave the South for good job, a serious staffing crisis is battering Nunavut and Nunavik school boards this fall

The pool of qualified, competent teachers available for work in the Arctic is drying up, due to increased demand for teachers in southern Canada.

School enrolments are increasing in the South, where there are fewer new teachers to replace those who have recently retired.

This means many students in the Arctic will end up with young, inexperienced teachers, fresh out of school, and some students may start the school year this fall without any teachers at all.

In the Kivalliq region, where 35 out of 140 teachers are newcomers, Whale Cove's school faces a complete changeover in staff this year, with a new principal and teachers.

But that school can be counted as fortunate.

Some Nunavik students may sit at home

Less than week before classes are due to start, Kiluutaq School in Umiujaq has no teachers for its English sector students, and still needs one teacher for its French language secondary program. If no teachers are found, some students may end up sitting at home, instead of in school.

"They're not going to start, that's it," said an administrator with Nunavik's Kativik School Board.

In the Baffin region, where the education board's personnel office was too "swamped" to answer any questions from a reporter, they're still trying to recruit teachers, just days before most Baffin schools open.

It's the same story all over the Arctic.

Advertising by the Kitikmeot Board of Education netted only 150 applications for the region's 20 vacant positions, a figure termed "dismally low" by board official Ian Critchley.

In the past years, the Kitikmeot board would receive up to 600 applications, without doing any advertising at all.

Teachers with personal problems

"And the type of person who is applying now is different," said Critchley. "Now, we're tending to get people who want to come to the North for some reason. There is still a sense of isolation, and we get people who are running away from something."

But the problem goes beyond the problem of finding experienced teachers with no hidden personal problems.

Keeping teachers is an additional challenge. Many experienced teachers who have been in the Arctic for two, five or even 20 years left this year, a situation affecting the quality of education.

"It's tough," said Joe Taukie, the vice-principal of Cape Dorset's Sam Pudlat School. "The kids get to know the teacher who was here for four or five years. Their communication skills improve, and then it has to start all over again."

Apart from the job boom in the South, the brutal cost of rental housing in Nunavut is often cited as a major reason for the flight of experienced teachers from Nunavut.

Teachers in Nunavut stands to earn at least $50,000 a year, but rents may cost $900 to $1500 a month, taking a big chunk out of their after-tax incomes.

The high cost of housing also discourages some from even looking at jobs in Nunavut.

School boards are telling single-income earners that they won't be well off financially if they move to Nunavut. They encourage single teachers to share lodgings, or look for teaching couples.

Some teachers haven't been able to find suitable housing in Nunavut either.

"That was an incredible stress on them," said Pangnirtung teacher Donald Mearns. "You try to prop them up, but they're not happy. They come here, they're excited, Pang is beautiful and the people are friendly, and then they get a bad taste in their mouth and decide to leave after two years."

Nunavik faces same shortage

Nunavut's reduced benefit package is also said to be a factor in its exodus of teachers.

In Nunavik, teachers may rent subsidized housing for as little as $200 a month and receive two paid trips home a year, but its schools haven't fared much better than Nunavut's.

This year the Kativik School Board had to fill 50 vacant positions, and is struggling to find nine more teachers.

While there's no magic formula for keeping teachers, a dose of community involvement, along with some financial breaks, does appear to help.

In Puvirnituq, where the local school has strong community input into its curriculum and administration, many southern teachers from the South have remained for more than10 years.

Rankin bucks the trend

In Rankin Inlet, there will be only two new faces among 35 teachers this year. Maani Ulaayuk School principal Margo Aksalnik attributes this to the community's lower cost of food and air transport to major cities.

And schools in Rankin Inlet and Arviat have benefitted from bringing in student teachers from the South who do practice teaching in the communities and often choose to return afterwards.

In Coral Harbour, where half the teachers are local residents, staff turnover has also been greatly reduced.

"The long-term solution is to train our own and import less," said Bob Moodie, Nunavut's deputy minister of education. "This will have nothing to do with quality, but if you're from here, you are more likely to stay here."

The Nunavut government plans to invest an additional $2 million this year in teacher training. It also wants to train teachers to teach at the high school level.

"We are going to offer courses for our current elementary teachers who are clustered in the lower grades, so they can get certified for a teaching specialty for the higher grades," said Moodie. "If we train our teachers in the North, it solves several major issues for us at the same time."

In Nunavik, where teacher training programs began more than 20 years ago, many Inuit have qualified as teachers. Some who have completed bachelor of arts programs now teach at the secondary level.

But, according to a Nunavut school board official, graduates from teacher education programs are most successful teaching with Inuktitut-language materials, now available from kindergarten to Grade 3, and in some subjects at the higher grades.

A long-time Nunavut teacher, who agreed to share his thoughts after a guarantee of anonymity, doubts that any Inuit graduate from a teacher training program without a high school or college diploma would feel comfortable teaching advanced courses in subjects such as mathematics.

"If you really want to drop the standard, that's the way to do it. That is really going to kick a hole in the education system," he said.

He said that he's already seen many new Inuit teachers burn out or turn to other employers, such as the Nunavut government, where on-the-job stress is less and the benefits are greater.

"The expectations are very large and the support is falling off," this teacher said. "Who the hell wants to be a teacher?"

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Ziua lu' Valentin


Traiesc intr-o societate mult prea comercializata ca sa ma mai impresionez de Valentine's Day si intr-o zona climatica in care in ziua asta esti nevoit sa inoti prin zapada. Prefer sa 'sarbatoresc' iubirea daca nu in fiecare zi, macar in orice zi din an se poate.

Asadar, sa continuam cu un fel de talmes-balmes:


What is love? It is one of the most difficult questions for the mankind. Centuries have passed by, relationships have bloomed and so has love. But no one can give the proper definition of love. To some Love is friendship set on fire for others Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it. No matter how you define it or feel it, love is the eternal truth in the history of mankind.
In the past the study of philosophy and religion has done many speculations on the phenomenon of love. But love has always ruled, in music, poetry, paintings, sculptor and literature. Psychology has also done lot of dissection to the essence of love, just like what biology, anthropology and neuroscience has also done to it.
Psychology portrays love as a cognitive phenomenon with a social cause. It is said to have three components in the book of psychology: Intimacy, Commitment, and Passion. Also, in an ancient proverb love is defined as a high form of tolerance. And this view has been accepted and advocated by both philosophers and scholars. Love also includes compatibility. But it is more of journey to the unknown when the concept of compatibility comes into picture. Perhaps the person whom we see in front of us may be least compatible than the person who is miles away. We might talk to each other and portray that we love each other, but practically we do not end up into any relationship. Also in compatibility, the key is to think about the long term successful relationship, not a short journey. We need to understand each other and must always remember that nobody is perfect.


« Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux », écraivait Aragon le poète. Sheryl Gaudet constate pour sa part que même un amour heureux porte des souffrances. « On n’a jamais de garantie, dit-elle. Tout ce que l’on sait, c’est que, pour maintenir le fil, on traversera des passes éprouvantes. »
Rien ne peut nous protéger des avatars de l’amour. Qu’on se la tienne pour dit, le bonheur aseptisé n’existe pas. Autant le savoir tout de suite, aimer signifie prendre des risques. Parce que certaines crises viendront troubler notre ciel, parce qu’on vivra une part des angoisses et des désarrois de l’autre. Une réalité qui, au fond, n’est pas si dramatique que ça.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNjIB-7hnls