Invite Wording Rhyming With 2010

There is more than a mad love to share. These moments, they should enjoy, as one can extend the ...

Monk. No, maybe not. But let's say my life these days has become monastic. Nothing worse than a Saturday night spent working at home: for me it's the last straw. But I'm not complaining, again, I'm doing something I like. And even if I am "tired" of Cross , the Belles-Soeurs by Michel Tremblay, and all these records and oral arriving at breakneck speed, I like this hard, this gift of myself at work. Yes, there really was a gift of myself when I do not go out on a Saturday night!

Small parenthesis: Caroline and Felicien. The latter has a comp 'climbing Saturday Q u é beak they VIENN ent then the day before, just to see me and spend the night there. Caroline arrived with my cad of water birthday, a bamboo in a pot of inspiration and rural Chinese. She prepares the c Mr. Roques-louse r dinner, while her boyfriend gave us a dressing for salad. Thereafter, we go on Plai ties, and enjoy our first tobogganing. We go up, wet and snowy, but c'es t funny. All this Napoleon ends the vaults, just our place, to Caroline and me, over a pitcher of red ale, and the sound of song that makes us share the usual songs. The next morning, after a bala of in Quebec, I found my guests for brunch at Cosmos. Like those friends when they ask a doggy-bag for the rest of their meal not eaten, or when Caroline speaks French (say "note" instead of "bill", calling the waitress " Madame, "something I'm more after all this time in Quebec!). Then they will join their car me on my side, I join my job takes him to Starbuck's, and go for five hours ...
What I did not know is that the car did not start ... Felicien

Seven o'clock, my poor hosts of the day come home, and take a phone call to get help. We do not know what is going on: so much so that I suggested, repeatedly, to sleep in Quebec City and leave the next day early to Sherbrooke (Felicien is working Sunday morning at 9 o'clock). Fully dedicated, I would prepare pasta that Felicien will not eat halfway. The repairman arrives, is a good time to replace. Early Praline and her man go at the stroke of 9 am hungry and eager to reach. A fourth "goodbye" (yes, in all these adventures, I never knew if they would return), and there they go. My daily resumed control of the situation, and my Saturday night, I put it on my bed, writing my paper next Wednesday on Cross .

Sunday afternoon, get out! It snowed again on Friday and Saturday, the opportunity for some fresh air and play in the snow. I can t lways count on Eleanor, and Aurélie Mathieu, who join me in front of me. Direction, the Plains. We have first wanted to make a snowman. After some hard work to solidify the powder, Coco born. It is beautiful, big, and really makes the effort. Touch clothing, and presto! There he is ready for group photos. After a few shots, we go look at my plastic bags, and slip on the slopes. Great moments again, we come back soaked, clothes full of snow, and wet tshirt. What's better than a small Banania with cookies and cake? My friends are sailing at 18.30 (rude as I am, I put them at the door, I need work). Back at my computer, I try as best they could to advance my presentation.



Today, I presented my thesis project for my class. Well received. But that's not what I remember. During the break, Sophie takes over my computer to show me a photo she had taken from Lyon, where she studied in France. Fourviere ago, the hill, and I'm projected 6000 km to the east. To make people laugh, I mime the despair of being far. In truth, I missed almost a bit!

agitates a question now: Fate or coincidence?

Invite Wording Rhyming With 2010

There is more than a mad love to share. These moments, they should enjoy, as one can extend the ...

Monk. No, maybe not. But let's say my life these days has become monastic. Nothing worse than a Saturday night spent working at home: for me it's the last straw. But I'm not complaining, again, I'm doing something I like. And even if I am "tired" of Cross , the Belles-Soeurs by Michel Tremblay, and all these records and oral arriving at breakneck speed, I like this hard, this gift of myself at work. Yes, there really was a gift of myself when I do not go out on a Saturday night!

Small parenthesis: Caroline and Felicien. The latter has a comp 'climbing Saturday Q u é beak they VIENN ent then the day before, just to see me and spend the night there. Caroline arrived with my cad of water birthday, a bamboo in a pot of inspiration and rural Chinese. She prepares the c Mr. Roques-louse r dinner, while her boyfriend gave us a dressing for salad. Thereafter, we go on Plai ties, and enjoy our first tobogganing. We go up, wet and snowy, but c'es t funny. All this Napoleon ends the vaults, just our place, to Caroline and me, over a pitcher of red ale, and the sound of song that makes us share the usual songs. The next morning, after a bala of in Quebec, I found my guests for brunch at Cosmos. Like those friends when they ask a doggy-bag for the rest of their meal not eaten, or when Caroline speaks French (say "note" instead of "bill", calling the waitress " Madame, "something I'm more after all this time in Quebec!). Then they will join their car me on my side, I join my job takes him to Starbuck's, and go for five hours ...
What I did not know is that the car did not start ... Felicien

Seven o'clock, my poor hosts of the day come home, and take a phone call to get help. We do not know what is going on: so much so that I suggested, repeatedly, to sleep in Quebec City and leave the next day early to Sherbrooke (Felicien is working Sunday morning at 9 o'clock). Fully dedicated, I would prepare pasta that Felicien will not eat halfway. The repairman arrives, is a good time to replace. Early Praline and her man go at the stroke of 9 am hungry and eager to reach. A fourth "goodbye" (yes, in all these adventures, I never knew if they would return), and there they go. My daily resumed control of the situation, and my Saturday night, I put it on my bed, writing my paper next Wednesday on Cross .

Sunday afternoon, get out! It snowed again on Friday and Saturday, the opportunity for some fresh air and play in the snow. I can t lways count on Eleanor, and Aurélie Mathieu, who join me in front of me. Direction, the Plains. We have first wanted to make a snowman. After some hard work to solidify the powder, Coco born. It is beautiful, big, and really makes the effort. Touch clothing, and presto! There he is ready for group photos. After a few shots, we go look at my plastic bags, and slip on the slopes. Great moments again, we come back soaked, clothes full of snow, and wet tshirt. What's better than a small Banania with cookies and cake? My friends are sailing at 18.30 (rude as I am, I put them at the door, I need work). Back at my computer, I try as best they could to advance my presentation.



Today, I presented my thesis project for my class. Well received. But that's not what I remember. During the break, Sophie takes over my computer to show me a photo she had taken from Lyon, where she studied in France. Fourviere ago, the hill, and I'm projected 6000 km to the east. To make people laugh, I mime the despair of being far. In truth, I missed almost a bit!

agitates a question now: Fate or coincidence?

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Debating the political engagement of young

In a speech rehashed in many writings, the concept of the struggle on behalf of the principles may have lost its meaning in the minds of youth. It is now replaced by the idea of the struggle for self-interest rather than collective interest, as the saying the end justifies the means. In fact, young people are no less politicized than those of 1968. But their commitments change form. Any current mobilization of youth movements is not related to a decline in youth engagement, but a rejection of political parties seen as too ideological and too closed.
Young people are very critical on Facebook and blogs with respect to the politicking and politicians like Marzouki, Mustapha Ben Jaafar, Najib Chebbi. Young Students no longer believe the great ideological systems, but they continue to look to the future of the university and society. They demonstrate great generosity and express their readiness to act for certain causes: the fight against AIDS, the right to employment, the right training and civic expression. The mobilization of young people are occasional but massive and their actions are pragmatic. Certainly, the youth of today do not require a revolutionary change of political system, but they want a quality education, leading to real possibilities of integration professional. Young
however, are more frequently registered as voters and take more part in the elections. Admittedly, the politicization of youth is uneven social conditions, their level of study, degree of political awareness.
The proliferation of forums for dialogue in schools, universities, youth centers and cultural and political parties can only encourage youth involvement. It is this learning that will highlight the true model of participation that young people will acquire and track during the rest of their lives.

Shiny Goldwalkthrough

Debating the political engagement of young

In a speech rehashed in many writings, the concept of the struggle on behalf of the principles may have lost its meaning in the minds of youth. It is now replaced by the idea of the struggle for self-interest rather than collective interest, as the saying the end justifies the means. In fact, young people are no less politicized than those of 1968. But their commitments change form. Any current mobilization of youth movements is not related to a decline in youth engagement, but a rejection of political parties seen as too ideological and too closed.
Young people are very critical on Facebook and blogs with respect to the politicking and politicians like Marzouki, Mustapha Ben Jaafar, Najib Chebbi. Young Students no longer believe the great ideological systems, but they continue to look to the future of the university and society. They demonstrate great generosity and express their readiness to act for certain causes: the fight against AIDS, the right to employment, the right training and civic expression. The mobilization of young people are occasional but massive and their actions are pragmatic. Certainly, the youth of today do not require a revolutionary change of political system, but they want a quality education, leading to real possibilities of integration professional. Young
however, are more frequently registered as voters and take more part in the elections. Admittedly, the politicization of youth is uneven social conditions, their level of study, degree of political awareness.
The proliferation of forums for dialogue in schools, universities, youth centers and cultural and political parties can only encourage youth involvement. It is this learning that will highlight the true model of participation that young people will acquire and track during the rest of their lives.

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Dance has nothing to tell: she has a lot to say!

Dance Me.

In this life that continues to make between work and snow storms to face, I want a little unexpected. That something was not expected, a grain of sand that gets things done. No ulterior motive, just enough to shake the lovely life I have.

I'd like a whirlwind effect. I would turn endlessly. I would like learn nothing new, sometimes fall, pick myself up again with style and elegance. One two three, not stuffed, folded, "rivers", "drop" three steps back, spin, not stuffed, clear, tense, piroutte, free, folded. Follow the "flow", take the "beat". Sing to the music. And sometimes I am wrong, because when I dance, it is not always perfect.

In the street, I often find myself making a small step, put my hand on a carrier becomes a dance, not even that I am aware of my action. I sing loudly in my head, and repeat two or three movements learned one day, long ago.

In a week's gala. Provided there is a spark.

I prances. Let me dance. And fast.

Period Only When Wiping

Dance has nothing to tell: she has a lot to say!

Dance Me.

In this life that continues to make between work and snow storms to face, I want a little unexpected. That something was not expected, a grain of sand that gets things done. No ulterior motive, just enough to shake the lovely life I have.

I'd like a whirlwind effect. I would turn endlessly. I would like learn nothing new, sometimes fall, pick myself up again with style and elegance. One two three, not stuffed, folded, "rivers", "drop" three steps back, spin, not stuffed, clear, tense, piroutte, free, folded. Follow the "flow", take the "beat". Sing to the music. And sometimes I am wrong, because when I dance, it is not always perfect.

In the street, I often find myself making a small step, put my hand on a carrier becomes a dance, not even that I am aware of my action. I sing loudly in my head, and repeat two or three movements learned one day, long ago.

In a week's gala. Provided there is a spark.

I prances. Let me dance. And fast.

No Period White Mucus

Political Islam is not soluble in the democratic

Persistent rumors conveyed by Islamist elements on the Web talking about legalization in the coming months from a party with religious affiliations. Certainly, the plurality of political expression and intellectual is a sign of healthy democracy. Now we know that the law on political parties in 1989 does not create a party on religious, ethnic and linguistic minorities. Islam and the Arabic language are the heritage of all Tunisians. Any attempted monopoly in favor of these identity markers would be contrary to the very concept of nation. The values of Islam and Arabism are common to the Tunisians. That is to say that Tunisians today in their diversity, have ways to live their own Islamic identity and Arabism. This is what constitutes the specific identity markers of all Tunisians. Islam in which all Tunisians acknowledge Islam is the common memory and the everyday culture. However, the essence of political Islam is to impose by force and terror, a totalitarian vision of society and break the achievements of modernity. Some observers say that the Islamists have changed and that political Islam is soluble in democracy. But the very essence of political Islam is to divide people based on their relationship to a transcendent Islam and want to apply the ideal city in the Law of God, that is to say, corporal punishment and the rules of Sharia.
The public space would then become a theological space under the influence of imams. It is a very dangerous design of public life that will do the singers of the Middle Ages and certainly serve the cause of democracy and progress.

No Period White Mucus

Political Islam is not soluble in the democratic

Persistent rumors conveyed by Islamist elements on the Web talking about legalization in the coming months from a party with religious affiliations. Certainly, the plurality of political expression and intellectual is a sign of healthy democracy. Now we know that the law on political parties in 1989 does not create a party on religious, ethnic and linguistic minorities. Islam and the Arabic language are the heritage of all Tunisians. Any attempted monopoly in favor of these identity markers would be contrary to the very concept of nation. The values of Islam and Arabism are common to the Tunisians. That is to say that Tunisians today in their diversity, have ways to live their own Islamic identity and Arabism. This is what constitutes the specific identity markers of all Tunisians. Islam in which all Tunisians acknowledge Islam is the common memory and the everyday culture. However, the essence of political Islam is to impose by force and terror, a totalitarian vision of society and break the achievements of modernity. Some observers say that the Islamists have changed and that political Islam is soluble in democracy. But the very essence of political Islam is to divide people based on their relationship to a transcendent Islam and want to apply the ideal city in the Law of God, that is to say, corporal punishment and the rules of Sharia.
The public space would then become a theological space under the influence of imams. It is a very dangerous design of public life that will do the singers of the Middle Ages and certainly serve the cause of democracy and progress.

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Finally, I spent some time on developing my new website is now available here : http://www.leny-bernard.com

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Symfony development (of course), but also iPad development, GWT, jQuery etc..
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Hello,
Finally, I spent some time on developing my new website is now available here : http://www.leny-bernard.com

I would post no longer Content here but the new site. The program therefore
Symfony development (of course), but also iPad development, GWT, jQuery etc..
to Soon! Leny

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The fight against violence against women is a matter of company

Tunisia is a country that embodies the model of the emancipated woman. Women enjoy great freedom. Tunisian women circulate freely. The rights of women are sacred acquired. It does not return it. They are embedded in the Constitution. No one dares to flout. Tunisian women have the same rights as those in the West. Protected by law, the Tunisian woman was actually released from the grip of man. Polygamy, repudiation is prohibited. The debate on these subjects is obsolete. Tunisia has closed the parenthesis for decades. The Code of Personal Status, the right to vote, the law on sexual harassment are the guarantees that provide a thick blanket in Tunisian women. Its status gives it a special place in the Arab-Muslim world. A finding confirmed in October 2010 at the 3rd Congress of the United of Arab Women, chaired by Mrs. Leila Ben Ali.
Despite the force of law, the male has trouble admitting certain conditions and behaviors. Men feel a bit overwhelmed by the women's liberation, and see a kind of insult to their manhood. This explains in part the phenomenon of violence against women. Here is part
implementation by Tunisia of a national strategy against violence against women. At this congress, the First Lady of Tunisia called on Arab countries to the implementation of statistical studies to reflect the reality and magnitude of the phenomenon. The goal is to "break the wall of silence" by encouraging women to report this phenomenon.

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The fight against violence against women is a matter of company

Tunisia is a country that embodies the model of the emancipated woman. Women enjoy great freedom. Tunisian women circulate freely. The rights of women are sacred acquired. It does not return it. They are embedded in the Constitution. No one dares to flout. Tunisian women have the same rights as those in the West. Protected by law, the Tunisian woman was actually released from the grip of man. Polygamy, repudiation is prohibited. The debate on these subjects is obsolete. Tunisia has closed the parenthesis for decades. The Code of Personal Status, the right to vote, the law on sexual harassment are the guarantees that provide a thick blanket in Tunisian women. Its status gives it a special place in the Arab-Muslim world. A finding confirmed in October 2010 at the 3rd Congress of the United of Arab Women, chaired by Mrs. Leila Ben Ali.
Despite the force of law, the male has trouble admitting certain conditions and behaviors. Men feel a bit overwhelmed by the women's liberation, and see a kind of insult to their manhood. This explains in part the phenomenon of violence against women. Here is part
implementation by Tunisia of a national strategy against violence against women. At this congress, the First Lady of Tunisia called on Arab countries to the implementation of statistical studies to reflect the reality and magnitude of the phenomenon. The goal is to "break the wall of silence" by encouraging women to report this phenomenon.

Snoring With Closed Mouth

23 years of Change: From the Brink the peaks of success

Twenty-three years after the change made at the state summit, Tunisian women are likely to feel pride in terms of how far their country, and the many changes that have substantially altered the physiognomy . Within a generation, Tunisia rose from the brink to heights of success. The Tunisians come a long way. Before the Change, especially women, had lost all hope of finding a normal life of Tunisian citizens with what it entailed freedom and autonomy. Out had become dangerous. Fundamentalist elements excited chased them and vowed to undermine the progress achieved through the personal status code. Women were more afraid that nothing could prevent this darkness to seize power. Each in his corner, frightened, they held their breath, praying that fate does not turn their backs, albeit without much conviction.

Snoring With Closed Mouth

23 years of Change: From the Brink the peaks of success

Twenty-three years after the change made at the state summit, Tunisian women are likely to feel pride in terms of how far their country, and the many changes that have substantially altered the physiognomy . Within a generation, Tunisia rose from the brink to heights of success. The Tunisians come a long way. Before the Change, especially women, had lost all hope of finding a normal life of Tunisian citizens with what it entailed freedom and autonomy. Out had become dangerous. Fundamentalist elements excited chased them and vowed to undermine the progress achieved through the personal status code. Women were more afraid that nothing could prevent this darkness to seize power. Each in his corner, frightened, they held their breath, praying that fate does not turn their backs, albeit without much conviction.

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Ah! as snow snowed! My window is a garden of ice.

Saturday, November 20. Date that I will surely not forget the emotion was so great that day. I went to bed late the night before, working more or less my dissertation project, but mostly talking about everything and anything with Jean-Michel, via Facebook. Great work, either! The next day, so this Saturday, November 20th, I woke up, stopped by my poster Moulin Rouge! falling. Fuck it Only 10.30 I would gladly stayed longer! I commend the bill, and decided not to go back to bed. Opening the curtains, then. Normal. And then I loose a big "Oooooooh." My face lit up and open my big mouth to smile like an innocent. Snow!

It was announced in snowfall in recent days. Presaged the temperatures, and sometimes the thermometer goes down to -7, at this time. The winter was coming. And since this morning when I smiled idiotically blessed to Maa window, we're really! Neither one nor two, I dress quickly, grab my camera, and presto! outside. I must take advantage. The devil's work, books waiting for me. That's for later. This is my first snow day, and I am a true child.

He still snowed a few inches, and my shoes sinking into the ground white. I head to the Plains of Abraham, and the sun gives the morning a special lightness. It's cold, and yet everything is nice. On the Plains, children, teenagers, playing with snow. Two skiers pass, I'm obviously surprised them, they wasted no time! I look at the St Lawrence River and the shore side, white as well.
My morning walk did not last long, an hour, time to catch some rays the sun and the snow still white in many places. Several times, I may drop ... And finally, I fall, ridiculous. Snow on the jeans, I'm kidding myself. It should be noted that since I left, I can not stop every two minutes, launching a thunderous "whaaaaou. I fell in the snow with cooled my enthusiasm and my legs, I get pushed by the cold wind which prevails on the avenue Leveque.

the evening, probably nothing better than an evening with the neighbors around homemade lasagna, and beer, they previously purchased at the store. Good atmosphere, which ends with a musical quiz around the tubes of our childhood: the 90, Gigi D'Agostino, the Funky Family ... I leave this house of happiness in the evening to go to a disco bar. Alone. It happens. To dance, dance until the end of the night. I walk through the snowy streets again, and came to the bar, located in St. John. Two shooters later, here I am on the dance floor, taking advantage of its good; Barbra Streisand Duck Sauce bottom bolts, I close my eyes and drown in the crowd, drunk.

Sunday night to rest after the excesses of the day, nothing better than an Oreo-tea session with Sophie, who is going with me. A young and very friendly Quebec, who knows moreover France for having spent a few months. There is her boyfriend, Thomas, who is under media culture with me. Around two hours of excellent teas and the famous Oreo, while outside is the night from 16.30. Sophie gives me some free DVDs, including movie Xavier Dolan I killed my mother, I expect to watch for quite a while. Among the other films, The War Tuques , sort of Boum Quebec, who scored the generation of Sophie (mine, for that matter!).

Monday. It's snowing for the second time. But the excitement of Saturday is not the same. As if Snow began to be part of the scenery of Quebec. What will happen, obviously. Tomorrow, Jean-Michel proposes to accompany me to my shopping for winter boots and coat. Something to live a season that lasts six months!

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Ah! as snow snowed! My window is a garden of ice.

Saturday, November 20. Date that I will surely not forget the emotion was so great that day. I went to bed late the night before, working more or less my dissertation project, but mostly talking about everything and anything with Jean-Michel, via Facebook. Great work, either! The next day, so this Saturday, November 20th, I woke up, stopped by my poster Moulin Rouge! falling. Fuck it Only 10.30 I would gladly stayed longer! I commend the bill, and decided not to go back to bed. Opening the curtains, then. Normal. And then I loose a big "Oooooooh." My face lit up and open my big mouth to smile like an innocent. Snow!

It was announced in snowfall in recent days. Presaged the temperatures, and sometimes the thermometer goes down to -7, at this time. The winter was coming. And since this morning when I smiled idiotically blessed to Maa window, we're really! Neither one nor two, I dress quickly, grab my camera, and presto! outside. I must take advantage. The devil's work, books waiting for me. That's for later. This is my first snow day, and I am a true child.

He still snowed a few inches, and my shoes sinking into the ground white. I head to the Plains of Abraham, and the sun gives the morning a special lightness. It's cold, and yet everything is nice. On the Plains, children, teenagers, playing with snow. Two skiers pass, I'm obviously surprised them, they wasted no time! I look at the St Lawrence River and the shore side, white as well.
My morning walk did not last long, an hour, time to catch some rays the sun and the snow still white in many places. Several times, I may drop ... And finally, I fall, ridiculous. Snow on the jeans, I'm kidding myself. It should be noted that since I left, I can not stop every two minutes, launching a thunderous "whaaaaou. I fell in the snow with cooled my enthusiasm and my legs, I get pushed by the cold wind which prevails on the avenue Leveque.

the evening, probably nothing better than an evening with the neighbors around homemade lasagna, and beer, they previously purchased at the store. Good atmosphere, which ends with a musical quiz around the tubes of our childhood: the 90, Gigi D'Agostino, the Funky Family ... I leave this house of happiness in the evening to go to a disco bar. Alone. It happens. To dance, dance until the end of the night. I walk through the snowy streets again, and came to the bar, located in St. John. Two shooters later, here I am on the dance floor, taking advantage of its good; Barbra Streisand Duck Sauce bottom bolts, I close my eyes and drown in the crowd, drunk.

Sunday night to rest after the excesses of the day, nothing better than an Oreo-tea session with Sophie, who is going with me. A young and very friendly Quebec, who knows moreover France for having spent a few months. There is her boyfriend, Thomas, who is under media culture with me. Around two hours of excellent teas and the famous Oreo, while outside is the night from 16.30. Sophie gives me some free DVDs, including movie Xavier Dolan I killed my mother, I expect to watch for quite a while. Among the other films, The War Tuques , sort of Boum Quebec, who scored the generation of Sophie (mine, for that matter!).

Monday. It's snowing for the second time. But the excitement of Saturday is not the same. As if Snow began to be part of the scenery of Quebec. What will happen, obviously. Tomorrow, Jean-Michel proposes to accompany me to my shopping for winter boots and coat. Something to live a season that lasts six months!

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IFEX When playing the game of crazy fanatic ...

When the Tunisian authorities continue to bear with courage and determination their full responsibilities in the fight against Islamist nihilism destructive and bloodthirsty enemy of freedom, the Monitoring Group of Tunisia from the Exchange International Freedom of Expression (IFEX) still dares talk about what he calls "censorship of online activity" and reduced "to silence critical voices." In a cloth tote made public, the IFEX going to confuse freedom of expression with the amendment of article 61 bis of the Penal Code relating to economic security and vital interests of the country.

What IFEX forgets to mention is that we are witnessing these days in an acceleration of a campaign of vilification and incitement to murder launched, especially via the Internet cons of Tunisian intellectuals for the crime of lese-religion . The latest is a black list of twenty-three Tunisian intellectuals accused of heresy. Texts carried by blogs and websites that explicitly call for the physical liquidation of these "heretics" who are fighting God, his Prophet and the pious

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IFEX When playing the game of crazy fanatic ...

When the Tunisian authorities continue to bear with courage and determination their full responsibilities in the fight against Islamist nihilism destructive and bloodthirsty enemy of freedom, the Monitoring Group of Tunisia from the Exchange International Freedom of Expression (IFEX) still dares talk about what he calls "censorship of online activity" and reduced "to silence critical voices." In a cloth tote made public, the IFEX going to confuse freedom of expression with the amendment of article 61 bis of the Penal Code relating to economic security and vital interests of the country.

What IFEX forgets to mention is that we are witnessing these days in an acceleration of a campaign of vilification and incitement to murder launched, especially via the Internet cons of Tunisian intellectuals for the crime of lese-religion . The latest is a black list of twenty-three Tunisian intellectuals accused of heresy. Texts carried by blogs and websites that explicitly call for the physical liquidation of these "heretics" who are fighting God, his Prophet and the pious

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Mohktar Trifi and blocking sectarian LTDH

Again Mokhtar Trifi behaves in a way that despises the Opinion public and those who are really affected by exceeding the blocking experienced by the LTDH years. In a statement released Nov. 12 current in response to the call of President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali to find a solution within six months from the internal crisis that is tearing apart the league, the fanatic poctiste what Mokhtar Trifi dares to take as usual for the messiah of human rights. Worse, it reduces any cons objective mind the question of the League for the reopening of offices of the sections. Ignoring the transgressions of the current Steering Committee regulations governing the operation of this prestigious institution in the Arab world in the context of a calculation politician for the 6th congress.
attitude Mokhtar Trifi wants to give a certificate of virginity and morality to the LTDH a temple of the extreme left. The battle for authentic defenders of human rights does not square with the crass mercantile concerns of one who was behind the crisis in the league and that has made this crisis a business that pays a lot. Travel first class, stays in five star hotels, receptions rainfall in Western embassies, interviews on TV .... Mohktar Trifi got used to all this luxury and it seems he can not do without it to move towards a settlement of the crisis in the league.
It is unrealistic to see a leftist as Mokhtar Trifi admit mistakes and the harm it has done for the noble cause of human rights. Bad faith he showed in the press release of November 12 indicates that there can never be serious about all attempts and good offices to find a solution. Therefore, it is now for Democrats to denounce the kidnapping of the league by Mokhtar Trifi and friends Islamists and leftists. At the attitude of a steering committee anachronistic activists LTDH are they able to draw new perspective to this noble institution one? While the bubbling spirits within the political elite, LTDH and civil society is at its height and the new announcement for the League. Exceeding the crisis generated by the practices of its steering committee of the League is the price.

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Mohktar Trifi and blocking sectarian LTDH

Again Mokhtar Trifi behaves in a way that despises the Opinion public and those who are really affected by exceeding the blocking experienced by the LTDH years. In a statement released Nov. 12 current in response to the call of President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali to find a solution within six months from the internal crisis that is tearing apart the league, the fanatic poctiste what Mokhtar Trifi dares to take as usual for the messiah of human rights. Worse, it reduces any cons objective mind the question of the League for the reopening of offices of the sections. Ignoring the transgressions of the current Steering Committee regulations governing the operation of this prestigious institution in the Arab world in the context of a calculation politician for the 6th congress.
attitude Mokhtar Trifi wants to give a certificate of virginity and morality to the LTDH a temple of the extreme left. The battle for authentic defenders of human rights does not square with the crass mercantile concerns of one who was behind the crisis in the league and that has made this crisis a business that pays a lot. Travel first class, stays in five star hotels, receptions rainfall in Western embassies, interviews on TV .... Mohktar Trifi got used to all this luxury and it seems he can not do without it to move towards a settlement of the crisis in the league.
It is unrealistic to see a leftist as Mokhtar Trifi admit mistakes and the harm it has done for the noble cause of human rights. Bad faith he showed in the press release of November 12 indicates that there can never be serious about all attempts and good offices to find a solution. Therefore, it is now for Democrats to denounce the kidnapping of the league by Mokhtar Trifi and friends Islamists and leftists. At the attitude of a steering committee anachronistic activists LTDH are they able to draw new perspective to this noble institution one? While the bubbling spirits within the political elite, LTDH and civil society is at its height and the new announcement for the League. Exceeding the crisis generated by the practices of its steering committee of the League is the price.

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Twenty-one year old! It is in some wings of the big bang in a universe without bounds, without closure, without obstruction, without defense, without prohibited.

is an event. His feast elsewhere, away from the family calls you, friends who textotent you, you are surprised. Yet it is as if nothing happened wrong. I am home with other friends, other surprises. Another faco n do. I'm sad not to be in France? Absolutely not. And my birthday that I spent some time this week, proves to me how the environment became part of Quebec my senses and my emotions. At what point so I'm not so foreign as that, and everything around me, colors and shapes are becoming familiar. As if I had always lived.

Monday, I decided not to go to class. Yeah, it's my birthday, I want! This is especially a good opportunity to leave the computer turned on and Skype, just to get the father, mother, and a few friends by phone. On the other side Great Puddle, Lucil e Elisa and Juliet struggling to sing me Happy Birthday e, while lighting a candle on a Mont d'Or. To make me almost cry. But I must not, moreover, that evening, Eleanor, Nadine and Aurélie come eat pancakes, just to mark the occasion. I tell them a surprise by opening a tin of foie gras. Hell, it was not every day 21 years! Enjoyable evening, as our habit. Our gang of walking fire god. Yesterday evening, Friday, I org anise a party for the occasion. Twenty people met in my small living room (yes, there was little, that night). There are neighbors, obviously, and the gang from Tadoussac. Jean-Michel and Sophie, Quebec who are going with me, also came, accompanied by Marc-Olivier. Gayanhé and Marielle, I n 'had not seen him since a bit of time, responded to the call, and reapplied. Even Sebastian was there, come Shown al sp SPECIALIST for it. This means if I'm spoiled! Entertaining evening with lots (too much) alcohol, which completes e s to three hours. I'm going between groups of people who create, try a race at 22:30 with the Mariel to get other beers in the store. In the end, I wilt not bad, especially after midnight.


I also had some small present, I am going away present:

-Two's waste tea (one is called "Kiss Me") and a bottle of ice cider, from Sophie.
-A plush, given free by Eleanor, and named Gideon.
-A notepad "cookies" and his pen, by Anne-So, Maxime, Sego, Anne-Cé and Helena.
-A box of Lindt "Lindor". Nadine had understood everything about my life.
-CD "best of" the Bottine that Sebastian gives me just happened.

Sebastian also not proceed until the next day, 18 hours. For once, we undertake a long walk in Quebec, I'm starting to have enough knowledge now. Earlier today difficult headache obliges, but soon the weather and Doliprane relieve me. As the week before with her, I show Sebastian the town where I live, and love. Really. We walk, Place d'Youville Walk of Poets, Rue des Remparts, then descend in the Petit Champlain. We eat at Pig Crazy, where I have the pleasure to taste, in my burger, Ciel de Charlevoix, a strong blue cheese. As in Montreal, Seb and I talk about everything that affects us, our futures, our fears. No pathos, just fears assumed, without going into too much confidence. Like our embarrassed silence s, when neither one nor the other No one wants to talk. After the Pig Crazy, we take two steps and go eat a beaver tail, sweet specialty of Quebec. This is the first time I eat, and although it is stifling Christian is good. We get back into town we stopped in shops, like one on Christmas. My friend wants me to take a picture before each decorated tree that we see. And there, the garland! Quebec veered into the Christmas spirit. And 16h, as dusk is beautiful, there is joy in the streets lit. Something very reassuring that, despite the cold, warm moments. I coach Sebastian in the Cathedral-Basilica, where a choir of a dozen singers repeat, accompanied by a piano and a cello. This cathedral was something warm and songs're healing. I promise to return for a mass one day and we go out to lead us to the bus stop. Seb hand, he is to carpool.

Me, I go home, happy these few days, the evening of that day, finally, very soothing. I put aside the work, and I know I'm going to suffer to catch up. But this evening birthday, this march in Quebec, while it was a simple side. No need to think about reading this, or do this: just enjoy the present and show them how much I like them, after the nearly three months here.