8.45. No break for me, I celebrate the work going to give ten one course in gifted Arthur Z. Yesterday, a nice sunny Sunday. A Elo Follette, but still charming. I doubt however that a different kind of relationship overrides this.
Having had an actor become president of the United States, the Reagan and his father's comic woman, we are now witnessing a reverse path: Bill Clinton's term ended with a short film of self-mockery when he staged his idleness. Shearing machine washing, the Bill to do everything confirms his gifts for the grotesque. He had tried to recall the drama with fixed during the Lewinsky affair. Maybe that he formed the trigger. Get set for a new career, Bill, via the Pinder circus. Tuesday, May 2, 0:20
I had to see Sandra on Monday, but by late morning call from Mrs. F. on my laptop when I came home from Parc de la Tete d'Or. New invitation from them, I accept with enthusiasm. That's great passion for me right now. And this Elo, so adorable, a face so inspiring and endearing presence.
afternoon sun beaming to correct a few copies Grange-Blanche, I pick up my first facial flushing. By bringing me back home, Mrs. F. tells me the horror that was in 1973, his car accident. A truck burns a fire and his car struck the side (luckily, no seat belt, it is projected from the other side of impact, thus avoiding the crushing). The physical damage are considerable (eg broken pelvis in seven points, exploded bladder, stomach and spleen affected, etc..). It remains several months in hospital with stomach open. She tells me to have thought to give up fighting. To see her today, we can not imagining the horror of the tragedy. In addition, this courageous miraculously made his own miracle: be nice Elo ten years later.
Another delightful evening of laughter and of complicity in F. Soon during my last point, I go to Saint-Cyr Elo see playing basketball. Impressive to see her score a basket to five meters. Back in the house and family dinner wonderfully improvised around 22:30. A refreshing salad after a soup and a cheese platter before as I love them dearly. They seem to like me without an ounce of reserves, and are very caring for me.
Thirty million dead, not the figure of the deadly drift of a crazy tyrant, but the death toll caused by accidents puff become Zoom-Zoom in world. Thirty years and half I have no driver's license: it could rise to resistance, in fact great laziness on my part in this field. Mechanics, plate well designed, the chrome to "polish" as Venetian mirrors, all these sources of "male bandaisons" have never attracted any desire in me. A refractory prime: born in the twentieth I have never owned any other means of transport and my feet ... a bicycle!
Thursday, May 11, 0h and some
A thought for the dear Elo which has yet to revise its texts to To date, the date of its oral white. She went to the Institute for Galen that I make him work a few texts. What a pleasure always to be renewed in his company. I moderate my fondness for it, otherwise I would come out. She confided in me ...
Friday, May 12, 0:30
The political farce continues. The country is better, a chance that it avoids relying on them. The pseudo-selection of right-wing candidate for Paris represents the height of absurdity that thinks seriously. The male Alliot-Marie, with his smile and his remarks made overrated and untalented, illustrated by a real gesture. What countries and cities are properly managed, that's the least we can wait. For the rest, the fantasies will do. This is expensive
Elo fell precisely on the poem she loved and mastered the best: The Sleeper in the Valley of homo Rimbaud. I passed him at around 17:30 to say hello to the release of her private high school, rue Pasteur in Lyon. Among his peers, I was a little crusty, I saw very little girl. I'm not trying to illusions in a very unlikely relationship? And yet my complicity with her and her parents is increasing: the mom asks me when a chance presents itself (I have to stay home on Saturday evening and all day Sunday), she shows a giant picture of his adorable daughter in 12 years Wednesday night welcomes me Elo few moments in her room, she makes me read the first page of his Journal last Sunday, she confides in me ... So what can I represent for her big brother, accomplice, respectable authority or potential lover? The combination would not be foolish. We get along so well, and I am haunted by his porridge doll twirling ... What assumptions, uncertainties and perhaps illusions ... Without descending into horacien carpe diem, take the heart and taste all those moments they shared together.
I must put a big push in the management of Hisloc which, admittedly, has been stalled for several weeks, soon a few months. The beast was awake editorial, if time permits, I hope. Sunday, May 14
tonight I'm still in F. Adorably received since Saturday evening, I extended the stay with their approval. The father has nonetheless launched tonight with a smile: "It you often sleep with your students? . And I respond, "No, I do not practice! . Elo with a friendly complicity that is likely to remain at this point. The
quinquennium will probably soon be adopted for our Fifth Republic. The brand MacMahon has put more than a century to go out of style.
My contacts with the North are becoming more sparse. My anchor Lyon seems irreversible, but do not swear too soon contingencies have often imposed their rule in my life. Tuesday, May 16
Tonight, around 21:30, Elo'm on my laptop to my request last advice before his mock exams in French written scheduled for tomorrow morning. I do not know if the idea has been blown away by his mother or his own initiative is its source, but this event has delighted me. I can not remember his memories failing to appear as an emotional bribe glue. Here, at least, the effusion is my business. I make a wish tonight for her and will think hard on this delightful lady and Follett in the morning. I wonder what she was noted to me in its embryonic journal: simple facts, analysis or feelings? In yesterday
Heim at telephone: Health gloomy and morose affairs. I have to restart the treatment of some outstanding legal issues. The third Friday in June, I am going to meet master in Chaulnes K.
as president ADGN. (...) I will leave then join the Castle at the weekend. Wednesday, May 17 
household. The bulk of the coup attempt roundup 
executive powers of movement; informed of the plot, the lanky denounced the maneuvers and tries to smile yellow. This masquerade is done under the name of the Gaullist RPF. How can they claim to be worthy heirs of the late General as they violate any duty of reserve and dignity that has disappeared from their political envelope? Thursday, May 18 Send email to Karl for years 91-93 of my Journal pamphleteer (as usually applied, copy a mess for the years 91-99). It may be printed for Heim. Tonight, further corrections on the computer of year 94 and adding a few matches. The seriousness
Balladur has also seen the "masquerade" (term used by a member balladurien) that represents the nomination in the municipal election for the coveted Lutece.
Sunday, May 21, 1h
A disgusting of all. I must be done for nothing definitive. The world disturbs me and I'll never be there at my ease. Vegetate alone is my cross. I
illusions for skin prick. I should cast a deep stoicism and not attach myself nothing. Monday, May 22
late Sunday afternoon, passing in F. for picking cherries. Very nice time, especially when La Follette Elo abandoned his English texts to join in the action. I planted at the bottom to secure the seat, she dares to defy his vertigo. Mom, adorable, knowing my fondness for clafoutis (my childhood at the castle is filled) hastens us make one for dinner. Before I left, it excites me a hand and gives me a box packed with cherries. My weekend started in the gloomy solitude, ends with the balm of recreating this trip to St. Cyr. Wednesday, May 24
whirlwind tour late last night that Sandy had an appointment pseudo-gallantry in Lyon. She narrates the adventures of his latest attempt to boot with some sentimental Benedict. Our friendly conversion is rather successful. By his confidence, I feel invested almost a fraternal benevolent role.
I thought I had witnessed the most pathetic political antics, and the pages of the last decade bear abundant traces, but the "masquerade" (as in euphemism as the sympathetic Tiberi) the appointment of the candidate labeled RPR for municipal easily passes my scales. The Balladur and Panafieu were vying for the gallery and the media to pretend to some semblance of pluralism in the bear garden of the Collect for Fun. They quickly understood and retreated before the humiliation of being vexatious swallow the alibi decorative. To see and hear the annoying to Alliot-Marie announce, with a serenity and flagging parade that Cerneux Séguin
distinguished to be the porter of the RPR clown colors, it could have serious doubts about the alleged specific contribution of women in politics. The jargon of the leader of the party appears at least as responsible as men. Friday, starting a three-day holiday studious in Geneva: new support for the drafting of Shue's thesis. This
day whirlwind visit to Elo the lead in writing and remind him of the minimum tools to master. The little big
next door is back. Shit. Saturday, May 27
arrived since Friday evening in fortified big bucks, Geneva. Shue and John, lovely hosts, for me to discover the city. Then they go to choose a wedding band, I hope the few rays of the sun on the terrace of Lakeside. Sparrows reign supreme here, without fear of digging up the crumbs and fried pieces of the guests. A few inches from me, a dozen of these little heads ask me about my ability they make some donations. We wish for them the role of large mammals on which the sparrows feed in complete agreement on the principles of mutual benefit. For us, the pleasure of seeing them eat four a piece of crust, for them a feast permanent staff.
Tuesday, May 30
Discovery in a film by Ettore Scola a Hash, Diary of a man missing . The great portrays the elder Vittorio Gassman tribe. His brother says this manuscript reveals that "Superb" after forty years abandoned in a drawer. Negligently Gassman's character did not bother to read beforehand. For the sake egocentric, saving me I regret this oversight?
False din of annoying to Alliot-Marie, with menacettes forward, maintain the ruins of the RPR. The brave Tiberi does not let them count and stigmatizes the absurdity of any exclusion decision. Molasses policy flared by Big Media is able, with the party skinny President out of touch, the most disgusting recipe. Movement to puke as soon as possible.
Wednesday, May 31, 0:30
Little scientific film about the secrets of the sun. Wonderful discovery in the history of this quest for knowledge about the star. A perspective of the giant molten-boiling which puts everything else. At these scales, the Earth's history, n'abaissons not even the human angle, is an epiphenomenon. What a striking beauty that these solar flares, magnetic storms such, these immeasurable forces that are unleashed. From this chaos, still again, neutrinos in astronomical numbers support life. A great lesson of modesty and humility when considering the incredible fragility of our solar system and authorize all. If humanity were a little bit objective to persist over an infinite period, it should go into exile within one to two billion years in another system, ours is doomed after the end shaped apogee of the sun, to become a white dwarf. Certainly the times are advanced beyond the human scale, and seem absurd to mention. However, it should to be at least aware, which is characteristic of our humanity. Can not control, but aware of everything.
Thursday 1 June 9:51. Decision to go push my pedals in the sunny park la Tete d'Or. I discovered the rose garden at the height of its magnificence. The enchantment colors in celebration, the petals of each flower stretch velvet on their momentum of a light without a veil, fragrances me dizzy, the beauty of life in its most obvious expression. To complete the picture, a squirrel crossing the aisle without haste, in harmony with the surroundings.
11.20. Party animals. Before me, the baby giraffe born some time ago, though surrounded by three heads high. Moment of serenity by the slow movements that this family has to offer.
19.15. Back home, rue Vauban. This day she was marked by good auspices to me? Sprawled on the lawn of frolicking in the park, a young woman, tall and beautiful brunette, settles in a few tens of meters from my location. Despite the distance, exchanging glances, obviously I did not leave indifferent. Pessimistic by nature, I relegate this part of visual appeal to the many aborted in the bud. The circumstances seem to me right when I see her do her business to go. Bear shy, I did not decide to attempt the collision. Scrogneugneu, scowling, I'm about to plunge into the Journal of Polac when I feel closer to my territory ephemeral and offer me with a big smile, a drink. The changing mores in still good. Exchange: trade 25 years in the field of food microbiology, Geraldine has been single for two months, origin Nantes and determined to stay in the capital of Gaul. We must combine
dinner tonight and drive. Pleasant prospect. Saturday, June 3
The beautiful balloon this evening. Swollen to the point of neglecting the distrust of security. Unbosom myself I should at least play the mystery, not too inclined to let my glimpse of the girl. The charming had to take fright at least one aspect of me has displeased him. The evening was passed excellently, however, to the point that the movie was canceled in favor of the shared conversation. Signs of tightness, however, and the promise of a call that has not occurred, to persuade me that pessimism. We'll see if it manifests itself in the coming week. Otherwise, the hopes goodbye. New disillusionment. I concentrated like no other. Perhaps a passion unconscious. Elo
receives her boyfriend this weekend. On all sides, I can not look only to myself. Back this afternoon at the scene of the bladder relational, green frolics, but cranky, ready to spit at the first shots of lath asshole who venture to me from the shadows. In the crime and its euphemism, violence, passion can be expressed without dependence on others and their procrastination.
11:57 p.m.. Few minutes alone to disappear on Saturday evening. Seen Fantasia 2000, this attempt to merge into a single movement to classical music and lively imagination. The entry in the last act and are most successful. To begin, the ballet sperm stretching abyss between heaven and pastélisés regenerated. Surprising agreement of musical tones and visual load movements intoxicating fantasy that comes alive each plot for a gear reduction design. To complete the Disney- peregrinations, an allegory about life, death and rebirth. Maid Life, boils and angelic mop enchanting faces the excesses of Mr. molten volcano, designer of incandescent deadly. However, confidence remains fragile and savage, almost extinct, returns thanks to the attention of a deer, witnessed the cataclysm. Diving in the purity that can revive some life-saving clues.
The next destination is less appetizing for transparency virtuous: the cauldron of the VIP section trendy bar, leaving plenty of time to acclimate to the artificial paradise.
If Tony Blair plays pouponneurs offspring, Jospin did not escape the convention of reformers in the company, among other major heads of the Bill to laugh and spit Schroeder. Chart serious class seems completely useless for walking hood of humanity. Tower Circus, at most, with luxury facilities in an attempt to lend credibility to the meeting.
The money, although say good spirits, is still the best opener wenches. In this place, at 0:34, odors infatuated back, it sniffs the tripe pleased with himself because good people around. My company discourages
certainly sad, and impossible radiation financial devote myself to nothing invariably sentimental. I judge the surroundings, it is my only ch'tite medal. The case
Geraldine weigh myself again. Why this loss of honesty: I attach much points as a foil. I must be alone in that bar for me to have only interlocutor. I do not yet seek originality at all costs. My cross is nestled in the destruction alone. Phase shift, a mental illness? The acute inadequacy eats my days. The antics of each film each reinforcing my detachment. My mask of hatred in no case create interest.
I should enjoy this unstoppable crushing isolation for the word, give rise to a form of expression ever experienced, all soil excavation digressive butcher and foremost.
The motto of the cesspool: "Do not grieve for being known to anyone but work to make you worthy of being known ... . The height of snobbery small local parade allegedly important. I answer bluntly: do not pride yourself be known to most ... it is pure bullshit of ass pounding. The tomb also suits me better. Monday, June 5
A sacred slut, the illusionist Park! Annoyed? Yes I am, and I lay in griping.
Tonight the sham Chirac played the Guardian of the institutions before the two heads of the Big Media Twenty Hours, Poivre d'Arvor and Sérillon. The five-year deal will all these people to the political and media fall: a surge before the summer, a commotion resonance for September 2000 and the October referendum. The dubious charms of cohabitation will be gone by the alignment Presidential and parliamentary mandates. Unless the good Pople, very vicious or willing to find these moments bring people together, to appoint a candidate at the Elysee Palace and a parliamentary majority to the opposite edge. Just to annoy all and learned constitutional stunted post all the arguments of advocates of reform, it is hoped that political absurdity. Thursday, June 8
Loss for truculence and the banter, the colorful Dard not delve supercoquelicantieuses potential of the French language. Without Fred, San Antonio will twirl in the air above a nest of cuckolds. My bulimia
Rabelaisian adventures of the couple Bérurier-San Antonio was in my 10-11 years at the Chateau d'O. ; Whole cells were at my disposal. The passages "sex" fanned the pig grunted in me.
I have not been faithful to that due to sharp pen encounters literary more nutritious and my rejection (too systematic, I admit) of works of imagination. Tuesday, June 13
Tonight passage Place Bellecour to attend the Live Music Shola Ama, then the offspring of Johnny. Beautiful lights, but a crowd nauseous. I eclipsed before the end to avoid the crowd control. Elo
Seen one last time today before the written test in French. I make a wish for her. Unquenchable love for her. Livingness his work illuminates our beaches.
Primer carnal complicity with Natalie, a nurse, and sending a mail to Anna de Juan-les-Pins, fifth year medical student, both known via the Internet. Thursday, June 15
arrived tonight on land lutéciennes I spends the night at 57 quai de Grenelle, in Shue. John is now, and I find photos of their civil marriage, which took place June 10 in the mayoralty of the fifteenth arrondissement. Ceremony minimized, just as the legal link exists: true consecration will take place in September in Monte Carlo.
Tomorrow up at 5:30 to reach Laon on rails: the beginning of a day in the case tass sci v / urssaf (strand increases delay) and then, late in the afternoon, with at Chaulnes K. for the inventory of the famous White House or Bank (in reference to the credit institution before the occupant) which allowed the decay of many of us. The long lease concluded between Adgn and Alice was deemed void as against the Land Bank tries to recover the property. The case has all the appearance of a smelly can of worms.
Monday, June 19
Back from the castle to Lyon, via a night with my pater. Property introduced me its more leafy finery and the air is unencumbered by any ternisseur veil of color. After two mini-meals catharsis with Heim at my outfit which alcohol has been rather weak on Sunday focused on the visit of Hermione and V. Tuesday, June 20
The fault in this overwhelming heat, my transcripts fade more and more.
When I travel by train (return to Lyon), an affectionate encounter with a large Algerian and pulpy, my companion rail. Touching increasingly supported our bare arms, legs and thighs in multiples, under the guise of taking a sleep initially, then more openly later. I finally left him my card before any exchange of words.
She resides in Paris for a month (buy a bar in the 17th) and goes to visit her sister in Bourg-en-Bresse. I already invited her during my next visit to Lutece. The dense alchemy of this mutual attraction could lead, if the configuration was enabled by an unbridled sexuality ... Wednesday, June 21
No night out for this first day of summer. No events scheduled music has caught my attention to motivate me out of my lair.
Beyond him ...
Forgot to note my general feeling on the pages of selected Journal of Polac I completed the castle: if there are passages tasty, deep-edged and desperate, the tone of the diarist is not reproduced because of this selection. One feels sometimes feel like a conglomeration of scattered pieces which escapes no authentic unity. Fabulous passages by the clarity of language, relationship quality: the adventures of Cricket, the Grasshopper Grande, etc.. As many bugs injured collected by Polac and Z, I think. Depth of about simple peak.
I still see my favorite student, Elo, its preparation and spoken French. So endearing.
Resume telephone contact with Flo J. after it was sent from Egypt, a postcard. I'm angry against me, not at all.
Monday evening, at night my beloved nurse, Nathalie. Gradual discovery of his sexual potential. Lang
Seen at Big Media, in full defense of his proposed reform of ... primary. There at least he will not bring out students on the pavement.
Friday, June 23, 0h50 approx.
Yesterday evening, dinner in F., having spent my late afternoon, the indefatigable Elo. Despite my thirty banks sounded better, I am naïve in the image that I have some girls that should match the physical impression they give. Where Elo is required. Between my first glimpse of her very serious, beautiful and reserved on the bus 31 and La Follette almost saucy I discovered a sinkhole. It can even afford gaps that nothing in its silhouette and attitude that it can Grimer will not let through. The good god, the angels and the Virgin Mary that she would give this divine devil.
Today, his father almost lost his life in a car, narrowly missing being crushed by a twenty or thirty-six tons of which the trailer has overturned on a curve in opposite directions. The rustle of wind blew his left front window. Her instinct has rightly dictated to roll down the slope and speed. Only way to cope. Twenty tons of diapers on his head would have left no leakage of life.
Tuesday, June 26, 0:30 approx.
Penultimate day courses for the preparation of oral French. Elo happening today in 16 hours. Thought for her.
I'll finally be able to devote myself to Hash , 96-99 years. My summer will be studious, not change, but low income. The stay of August planned near Biarritz is canceled (Karl can not take holidays). I gave myself a week to visit my grandmother in that period.
Unless a thunderbolt transcendent, my dreary existence will not take off.
Thursday, June 29
Vittorio Gassman dies at age 77. With Ornella Muti, my two favorite Italian faces.
Friday, June 30 New
pace for a heavy summer Lyon. July should allow me to finalize corrections Hash , type in the years 96-99 and integrate questions of my correspondence to Sandra.
Last night I had seen Mr. Isabelle very unjustly suspected of the worst intentions by its prolonged silence. Professor of literature at the University of Lyon III (Jean Moulin) she proposes to take my first steps into the enclosure Public university: taking care of the tutorials in communication and expression, perhaps in law for students of IUT (section management and technical sales, I think). The next school year may therefore provide a new dimension to my interventions. Once inside the walls of higher education, every opportunity relational can only serve me. At the café Leffe
room Terreaux j'attarde my eye on small jets lit dressing the extended asphalt. There, amid all these groups, I feel a serenity flickering.
Tonight, on his return a week on the Mediterranean coast, Nathalie I will perhaps visit to exit the train. It warms my nest and night.
Sunday, Sally has come to Lyon and take the opportunity to dine with me. With predictable atmosphere of Euro 2000 (France-Italy) Lyon quietude may be severely disrupted and my agoraphobia, wallowing in the populaciers, make the difficult evening. I will call tomorrow to inform them of this unique situation.
Vittorio Gassman, carried away by the Park, already has an eternity of insured in world cinema heritage. All these figures embodied, an ability to excel multiforme, some masterpieces remain to me like jewels: a comedy in which he twirls the tanned hide of a demon crazy, dramatic color in this figure between the schizophrenic exemplary husband, raised, shiny, Catherine Deneuve, and the other to fool the watermelon that we hide in the attic and discovers that the nephew in the bullseye. A striking vision of a patient who sticks out his tongue and feeds on large juicy fruit. I miss both titles. The great circus
gesticulations Ambient is even more ridiculous. It bellows in all corners and I get drunk of music to alleviate the unbearable. Notes rhythmic impulses channeled my devastating.
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