Sunday, March 14, 2010

Removing Earring After One Week

the monstrous banality

next Wednesday, France 2 broadcast a documentary The Game of Death , which should, hopefully, provoke a wave of shock among viewers usually brainwashed.

This documentary examines the fascination exerted on us games and other entertainment reality shows that seem to know no bounds in their race to the most trivial one-upmanship. Britain's Channel 4 did research does not at this time of terminally ill patients who agreed to be mummified before the cameras? How far reality TV can push it Vice populist sole purpose of raising the stakes scores of hearing? What authority has the TV does it affect us?

The Game of Death is a game sham since its principle is based on the famous experiment had done the research psychologist Stanley Milgram in the 60s. 80 candidates were invited to participate. The shooting of the game took place in April 2009. Participants are subject to the authority of a false television crew, Tania Young presenter of the game is actually an actress and producer of the show, Christophe Nick, a filmmaker directing a documentary actually.
The storyline of this game "dummy" is very simple: applicants must memorize in one minute, a guinea pig tied to a chair electrified, a list of 26 word associations. Each error guinea pig, the participant sends him as punishment electric shock graduated from 20 to 460 volts.
If you are familiar with this game, it's either because you've read the book Submission to authority has written Stanley Milgram following his experience in the USA, or because you 've seen the movie I like Icarus Henry Verneuil which describes adapting the Milgram experiment.
The question concerned the nature Milgram monstrous acts of any authority that is able to commit to an average person. Indeed, what has been pushing young SS soldiers to accept the camps to deliver thousands of Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals by sending gas to the showers? How the pilot who dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, he was led to obey an order that his superiors had given him?


Here is an excerpt from the film I like Icarus Henry Verneuil recounting adapting the Milgram experiment. (More ...)







The Milgram experiment has shown that absolute obedience to orders barbarians did not apply not exclusively military in wartime, but to any form of authority from the moment it is recognized by the subject, respected and not questioned. Science for example. The men who sent a shock of 460 volts to the person they were questioning on the grounds that his answers were false had no intention maliciously toward the latter. But the presence of a scientist at their side, the guarantor of a bond they do not challenge, was sufficient that they feel relieved of all responsibility vis-à-vis their murderous acts. The documentary

Christophe Nick, Wednesday night at 20:35, trying to see what becomes of this blind obedience when it will implement the scientific field to that of a game show, the science itself being replaced by a host of game .
Do the candidates have agreed to impose the man attached to his chair electric shocks increasingly burdensome to the ultimate, 460 volts being fatal? There was a disciplined public applauding at the right time? Music it engendered suspense worthy of Hitchcock?
no illusions about the outcome of this new television experience, I believe that the ensuing debate, moderated by Christopher Hondelatte true, would shake a lot of torpor and to admit to viewers that the SS for the most part were not monsters.

A little later, ARTE is planning to devote a segment on the candidates participating in the Game of Death to the question of their experience. How to defend those who went to the end of game, that is to say who literally ran the man subjected to questions? This could be an exciting or terrifying issue that inevitably will learn a lot about bad faith.

Let's meet here to discuss them in our turn. Will you have found the experience completely legitimate or unconscious?

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Foot Pain Ice Skating

A patriarch goes ...

Grandpa Leo died yesterday morning, Monday, March 8, 2010. He did not catch the flu or any cancer that H1 is fashionable to blame when a landowner withdrew permanently from the world. He was not senile or any disease that suppresses stupidly dropper to the memory of the hard disk. He did not drink, at least not beyond the glass of wine recommended by any respectable physician, and he did not smoke, at least not since my memory could fix her memory as to render his figure gaunt material. Certainly, the culinary art of his wife was the only vice to which he would have abandoned any license, a generous kitchen after a long rural tradition that concocted every day my late grandmother and shouting themselves hoarse that insatiable foie gras, a product caused by Siros granny in person force to push the funnel in the neck tapered goose she raised in city, in their small farmhouse, syrupy soup of vegetables which floated a little glass of wine poured into the hollow of the plate of french fries drenched in glistening oil fatty liver, without forgetting of course the smiling ear offered to individual desires grandmother always ready to simmer in her home the forbidden childhood.
No, Grandpa died withered top of its 89 years in perfect health after his usual breakfast of the morning. On Monday, he opened his eyes to the promise of a new day. Even if grandma had left him fifteen years earlier, even if he had felt more maintain the garden of his small estate in town and joined himself to the nursing home that housed and cared for his melancholy, he knew getting up that morning he would find Pascaline, his girlfriend with whom he shared a few walks and drives to the ball and he could no longer drive, it melted the car (the Citroën, it goes without saying!), his eyes not allowing for more recently (just think, 89 years ago), but well-established scenario of life made him set foot on the ground each morning after a good night's sleep, to sleep early to get up even earlier, the vital impulse still gave meaning to his solitude, which was measured at narrowing progressive of his universe. And this morning, Monday 08 March, just yesterday, his heart rang the bell, without warning, with the authority conferred upon millions of years of animal life. A patriarch died in the privacy of its feverish toilets (yes, the mower does not wait, this is its least fault, it looks pretty so we do not protest when his turn).

of paper, I would like to keep a few pictures as the years have knitted in the alcove of my hard disk: first, this photo languishing in a family album, with my parents, and where is papi stands down from his 80 meter, front of the shoe closet of my childhood home. A photograph banal ... except for me, your grand-son. You never knew the importance to me this picture of you and the little bundle of joy that I was at the time (4 years, 5 years?), Whom you remember from your arms and huge which displays the same serious expression as you, forever expression identified in you: a mixture of seriousness, austerity and authority. Yes, Grandpa, I was already 4 years old like you. I knew the futility of life, the transience of the few magical moments where every wish has to leave at one time or another. My parents have a picture of you and me together: one. But what could he used to do when the other one and only caught one sixtieth of a second of an eternal truth understood only me and you?

Smile me again when I see you still out at the table at the end of supper, your imitation of teeth attached to a resin of the color of the metal, and put you to suck them into a horrible sucking sound that penetrated my flesh to disgust. All the guests were taking advantage of free entertainment in your greed when it came to licking the traces of soups or meat left on your device. But nobody said anything, I was silent too, holding the issues bothering me: how could you remove your teeth at will? I do understand that much later, at age 12, once operated a quist of the jaw which had won five teeth torn from life, reducing me to the state of his old man sentenced to suck soup.

The moment the meal is crucial to understand what you are being charged in Family Frayssinhes. You ate greedily all the good dishes for your wife who knew receive surprise guests. When there was food for 2, there were also 6. Grandma spent her morning and part of his afternoon to meet you ... and never had a thank you, never the slightest expression of gratitude to your wife. Myriam cousin will never forgive you for having reduced the life of his grandmother home, she cut her hens head with a savagery that terrified me, especially when I saw the decapitated bird trying to escape in spite of everything a geyser blood gore worthy of a film by Sam Raimi. You spent your afternoon god knew where. You'd have to answer to anyone. All were good excuses for leaving your area. Your satisfaction began as soon as you came on foot in one of Citroen countless successive in your long life. You loved the fine mechanics, the sweet music of the engines silent, the slamming of the door on the palate of your DS. You loved yourself comfortably in the driver's seat and admire the dashboard of your shiny new acquisition. Where was leaving you with your treasures? What countries did you go exploring, what adventures continue with your attentions?
In fact, you stayed mostly in town, you were going to test the temperature in the corridors of City Hall to smell the hard work of politics, to hear the Mayor or one of his relatives that you wanted to hear about the endless bloopers right. Right, the Dextra, the clever, always had two heads ahead of the Left, the sinister, ominous. You came back from those discussions with senior political dignitaries proud of the unwavering conviction that inhabits you tirelessly triggers you to reject all arguments that you could argue. Your dream was of the glorious trappings of the USA, the country of freedoms, the country of migrants, the countries of the success, wealth, the country imposing buildings scraping the sky.

Years and years and years talking about the USA, to cite an example ... until the day the dream was nearly s'exaucer. Belatedly maybe. You had already passed the age of major projects. You felt sick at least that you had simply been afraid. Afraid to take the Concorde that you had spent your time admiring the CRT. Afraid to leave your country, afraid to let the little world in which portable you felt so well. My father had wanted to offer you America for your 70 years (I forget exactly), even more than America, New York, the eternal city where glass is neither unemployment nor tramps nor affected districts like Harlem or the Bronx. You did not explode with joy the day my father has entrusted the project he was planning to you, for him, for you. I've never caught in the enthusiasm as in despair. Emotions, repressing you behind the mask of impassive tone. But I knew that the gift of your step-son was to them what your Father Christmas poses to the child about to receive for the first time in her white hands the gift delighted. This trip, you would have done, you might have to live: you're simply the dream, citing health concerns.

But you would not miss for anything in the world of a News who offered you twice a day, 13h and 20h, the new world which thou filledst regurgitate for your family when an event were right to your right side. No one was allowed to sit on your chair at the hour of national information on pain of being packed like a common alley cat that needs to be abandoned on the wool of the sofa.

Children. That's it! The word is out! Children, those who bothered indécrôtables nosy always the calm order of the garden that you maintain if maniacally. Children, this is not what was missing in the family, starting with yours. 6 children, 2 girls. Known exponential force of procreation, then it will not be surprised when your 6 children to spring forth magically 13 small children, so many worries, so many tricks. Why today's children cry so much? Why toil they want to speak at the table, to rhyme, when they could look down on their plate and eat wisely to keep silent as the brothers of Tom Thumb? But why the children are they on the gravel in the aisles in your area and they disturb what you've spent hours away? Why do they go up on the sofa to tear his hair in wild repeated struggles? But why they trample on your lawn at the risk of printing the print of their shoes fire? Why did they use the gift barn on the edge of your garden as a hiding place to hide and seek? Why do they ride on your cherries in the summer? What it takes their whim to climb well on their branches? Why do they scare the chickens the hen house? Children, you've always had on the back, your life, and Grandma has found nothing better, once your children married and became parents of 13 adorable Mouflets, to welcome under his roof of youth DDAS, as if to raise his family had not been enough! With the DDAS, moreover, are served with premium children their family problems, their stories of divorce and abandonment, assault and battery. And above all, these brats without manners have become playmates for your own grandchildren, before becoming for them as full members of the vast siblings.

The criticisms do not miss about you, even on the side of my cousins. Everyone knows, or has got to know the sad story of the son you never recognized, the eldest son from the union sacrilege of your wife with a biological father as the years have covered with the veil, but oh practice of anonymity. I know you do not often open for granny's arms or your tenderness it expanded to the narrow parts of the world destined to which the status of woman, wife and mother. You were yourself the fruit of education he is now easy to describe as retrograde, but you never had the means to challenge. You were not a father nor a husband tender: you brought the money home, and it's already a lot.

I leave you papi, reassured to have evoked some pictures of you ... not much ... Breadcrumb qu'égrènera my memory until it is not plagued by the disease of forgetfulness.

soon.

your little son-

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

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From March 03 to April 13, 2010














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Regards de femmes
Documentary 60 'directed by Marc Guiochet with women of Avignon in 2008. Interviews individuals who are responding construct the narrative of the film.
on an original idea by Nora Bashir and François Costes, the documentary settles around themes such as transmission, education, religion ...







Evening Global Justice
Thursday, March 25 8:30 p.m.
session followed by a debate by Fabrice AUBERT, economist,
responsible UGICT CGT-13
The Shock
Michael Winterbottom and Matt Whitecross
England, 2010, 1:20
From the book by Naomi Klein


2007, Naomi Klein The Shock released. A collective trauma, a war, a coup , natural disaster, terrorist attack dive every individual in a shock. After shock, we become again children, now more inclined to follow leaders who claim protect us. If there is one person who understood very early that phenomenon is Milton Friedman, Nobel Prize in Economics in 1976. Friedman, arguing ultraliberalism, advised politicians to impose immediately after a crisis painful economic reforms before people had time to recover.
He called this method of shock treatment. Naomi Klein calls it "strategy shock." Using many archival images, Michael Winterbottom and Mat Whitecross demonstrate the power of the text by Naomi Klein and the need to resist.
"What guided us throughout the creation process is that first of all, we wanted make a documentary that makes sense for the younger generation. My daughter just turned 18 and now has the right to vote. In adopting its look, we tried offer insights relevant to the current situation. The film in its form and its rhythm is the result of a long process of archival research on the one hand and articulation between a narrative and public interventions Naomi other. "

The Shock Doctrine published in 2007 and tackles what Naomi Klein calls disaster capitalism. For her it is obvious that this rogue capitalism benefits from lower natural disaster, assassination, coup, political upheaval, economic or social, to impose radical economic reforms. The general stupor following these disasters are utilized to dramatically reduce the prerogatives of the state, make deep cuts in spending Social and leave the field open to multinationals in their capture of wealth, exploitation of labor and alienation of the consumer.

She explains this process in this three-part video interview given by The Free TV in 2009











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CINE / BISTRO / PHILO
Thursday, February 4, 2010 at 18:30
Debate Buffet, Buffet projection Participation Fee: EUR 3 In partnership with: MJC, Mediatheque Louis Aragon and the bookstore Paragraph Martigues
Evening presented and moderated by: Vladimir Biaggi and Benedict Spinoza (philosopher)

secularism QUESTION (S)
Our Republic is secular: this principle has imposed not without difficulties and it continues to generate criticism - perhaps marginal - is meant.
After reviewing some of the arguments opposed to the secular ideal, Benedict Spinoza and Vladimir Biaggi will try to establish that secularism is a belief among many others (some speak of "secular religion"!) But that it offers one of the conditions of living together with our beliefs ... and despite our beliefs
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Day skirt



From the outset, this tension is almost tangible. It is perceives in the clumsy gestures of a weary-faced woman, who tries to break through the middle of rowdy teens - its students. The French class starts late and in chaos. And then a gun fell from the bag a small boss. A bout of fear and exasperation, Sonia Bergerac (Isabelle Adjani, perfect) picks up the gun and turns the kids (too well) that have done so much to see. As the pressure increases outside the room where she keeps the students, the teacher becomes a vigilante. Racism, religion, machismo, all these heavy things and taboo are spread over the table, for better or for worse ... Strange film, on the edge, deliberately incorrect and remarkably well written. If the first accents are those of the corrosive comedy, about the inexorable drift toward tragedy.
Day of the skirt is not (that) a bittersweet chronicle of violence in schools. It is a fable successful on all these fears are rooted in the everyday and that you get used to, dare to care for lack of roots, then they can only lead to a social disaster and human . Sophie Bourdais

The s we have enough in these times when public space is saturated with "niqab" and "Burqa"? The word "skirt" comes from the Arabic word "djoubba" which means a kind of dress that the prophet would have brought something like "jacket below.
Irony etymologies because today the skirt and the "niqab" not only have forgotten their common origins, but without cross dating. It would be easy to portray the field of French feminism in the early 20th century as a battle between supporters of the right to wear the skirt and those of the right to wear the veil.
Ironically now, the skirt has long been criticized for an indication of submission to male desire. Remember that one time he had to ask permission to wear trousers, George Sand herself had to comply.
Also the current reversal is it really surprising: the return of some sexism in the playground down the buildings as sometimes instructed young women to cover their legs. To not be open to ridicule or insult, it is better to avoid the signs of femininity that you designate as a "slut."
feminists have always said they are fighting for equal rights, not to wear pants. But equality does pass by wearing the skirt?


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The Sweets of the Month:

SHORTS

The Big Shave (1967) Martin Scorsese






Canta Gitano (1981)
Tony Gatlif





Two Men and a Wardrobe (1958)
Roman Polanski





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