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En matière de langue, les clichés ont vie dure. Le français ? «La langue de Molière.» L’anglais ? «La langue de Shakespeare.» Etc.
Le français du Québec, là-dedans ? Première collecte pas, du tout exhaustive.
En chanson : «la langue de [Félix] Leclerc» (la Presse+, 4 mai 2023); «la langue de Malajube» (la Presse+, 24 juin 2023); «la langue de Pauline Julien» (la Presse+, 2 juillet 2023); «la…
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La complexité (différence) dérange forcément le pouvoir puisque celui-ci a peur de ce qui fait dés-ordre. Ce qu’il appelle « complexification » n’est qu’un refus de la complexion d’autrui, un refus de sa complexité. Cette ignorance et mauvaise foi est inévitablement le propre des états « célestes », de celui qui croit jouir d’une béatitude impertubable et ne peut rien tolérer, bref « Dieu » est forcément un con.
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I’m sorry but this is the fandom response to a stag being the wrong color? To Manon not looking how everyone imagined?
Okay now think about what’s going to happen when the next book is announced and it’s not an individuals preferred ship? Or when it’s a character they hate as the MC?
End of the day, this is not normal. Fandom is usually a crazy space but this is unprecedented and you really have to wonder why.
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Inspired by this post!
Bzz!
The villain groans and rolls onto her side. It’s still dark out. Surely nothing important can be happening at this time. She’ll ignore it.
Bzzzzzzz!
Ugh. No, it can wait. No job can be that serious when the moon's still out.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
The villain leaps up and snatches her phone from the nightstand. She taps blindly at the screen and brings it to her ear with an incensed “what?”
“Bonjour, amigo,” says the voice on the other side. The other villain. The villain gave him a coffee once—and this is how he repays her endless kindness? Cruel.
“That’s two different languages, you dimwit,” the villain snaps. “What the hell is so important at” — the villain glances at the clock blinking on the table — “quarter to four in the morning?”
“Damn, is that the time?” the other villain says brightly, as if the villain just said it’s time for lunch and not the middle of the goddamn night. “Yeah, okay, look. I don’t mean to get you involved in my maniacal plans” — the villain can imagine him waving his hands rather manically as he says it — “but could you get to the old town hall in, like, half an hour?”
“What—”
“And bring some of your guys.” The other villain coughs a laugh that crackles the speaker. “Your goons, your lackeys. Whatever you call them.”
“I’ll bring a couple of my henchmen,” the villain corrects pointedly, “if you tell me what this is about.”
The other villain goes quiet for a moment. “I’ll give you half the payout if you don’t ask questions.”
Ooh. A fun little mystery and a pile of cash. The villain was never adverse to a little puzzle. “Whatever. I’ll just let [Supervillain] know I’m coming then I’ll get—”
“No!” the other villain cuts in hastily. “No, don’t tell him. It’s a, uh... a surprise.”
“A surprise,” the villain echoes flatly. “You’re an atrocious liar, you know.”
“Half the payout for no questions.”
Something to solve in her free time. “Fine. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“But I said—”
“Half the payout,” the villain drawls, “half the effort. See you in an hour.”
The other villain makes a noise that half resembles a “fine” and hangs up without another word.
The villain sits in silence for a moment, letting the night’s chill rush over her bare feet before begrudgingly hauling herself out of bed.
Half the payout for her silence. The other villain better hope the reward for this is huge.
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So, hey. How did you and your family celebrate Passover when you were a kid? How about now?
My Rhode Island aunt and uncle almost always hosted a big family Seder, and it was the absolute best. A good Seder is educational, food-filled, and legit fun—it's a ritual meal that includes storytelling, singing, prayers, and a general focus on including and teaching everyone involved, regardless of age or even whether attendees are Jewish. (If ever you're invited to a friend's Seder, go! Do not bring a challah, which my actually-bar-mitzvahed brother-in-law did once as an attempt at a thoughtful host gift. We still make fun of him.)
And my uncle (the same one who officiated at my wedding, and the wedding of my other sister) may well be the greatest host/leader there is; over the years he compiled from a medley of sources what added up to his own Haggadah (basically the guidebook to the Seder—there are a million published and informal versions working off the same template, with readings and activities and interpretations that can go kid-centric or feminist or traditional or whatever). It was always just insanely fun, and warm, and joyous, with incredible food and an increasing array of baked-in, just-us traditions.
Since I went to college basically down the street from their house, and then lived just an hour away in Boston for so long, that was pretty much the heart of my and my family's celebration most years—right up until Passover 2020, at which point the pandemic negated what had been plans to travel from our new home in Illinois for it, and they also downsized and had their own kids scatter geographically and gain very little ones, so that particular tradition is at best on hiatus now.
But there are fun Seders everywhere—well, the Zoom ones of the pandemic years were a mixed bag, but we've found friends who've make a good go of it, over the years, too, if not quite as an elaborately planned out hourslong celebration as my uncle would do. When I studied abroad in Denmark, Boyfriend and I went to an Orthodox Seder that was in a mix of Danish and Hebrew, for instance—that was novel, and so much of the procedure and the Hebrew was familiar enough to follow along.
Still working on exactly where we'll be for those two nights this year (we haven't really met any Jewish families in Pittsburgh yet to garner an invite, and none of the Reform or Conservative synagogues seem to have community events, which is surprising? And I don't really want to go to Chabad?) but we'll figure something out.
That said, as fun as the Seders can and should be, the rest of Passover is a slog of not eating bread or adjacent products, and experiencing whatever it is matzah does to one's digestive system over the course of a week. It's a meaningful observance, and the fact that the relevant rabbinical boards have stopped including rice and legumes in the "no" column in recent years has been great, but...it's ultimately a holiday recalling the story of the Exodus, and how we were slaves once, so, like, there are some less-fun elements. But the freedom celebration parts usually outweigh that!
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Insécurité dans l'Est : au moins 14.322 Congolais ont été tués depuis le début des massacres des civils par les ADF à Beni
Les chiffres sont alarmants et effroyables. Plus de 9 ans après le début des massacres des civils par les ADF en région de Beni (Nord-Kivu), plus de 14 mille Congolais ont déjà péri au cours de plusieurs attaques et incursions dans des villages et agglomérations.
Ce nombre est avancé par un acteur des forces vives, ancien président de la société civile de Beni à l’issue d’un monitoring qu’il a…
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