Strangely enough, blogging is not mentioned...^^

So how is the stone where you are?

I guess that's why you'll 99% of you will send stuff to feed this blog another day!

Another riddle...

Mr. Toumikilisianitoch was a great emperor of his time and his servitor was Bubelarum. Write this in four letters.

YMCMB

To all of you...

and keep some chocolate for your teacher!

Your contributions...

...will feed the blog during the holidays. 

Send photos, poems, songs, film extracts or whatever you want to share with us and it will get published!

Ready?

You know I'll be waiting so please, make a contribution!^^

Ok, the very last one!

Game! Game! Game!

What does the person saying this want? (you can answer in 2 words...)

As usual, the first good comment wins a wonderful (or marvelous) prize!

Because it has become the biggest sensation on the blog since... forever!

Another T-Rex entry!

Books are amazing in so many ways...

http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/03/15/sorted-books-nina-katchadourian-book/

Sorted Books Revisited: Artist Nina Katchadourian’s Playfully Arranged Book Spine Sentences

by Maria Popova

“Friendship: The silent places where speech ends.”

                           

As a longtime fan of artist Nina Katchadourian’s long-running Sorted Books project, which even inspired some playful book spine poetry experiments of my own, I’m thrilled for the release of Sorted Books (public library) — a collection spanning nearly two decades of her witty and wise minimalist mediations on life by way of ingeniously arranged book spines, including some pieces never seen online.

A heart-warming bonus: Most of the books Katchadourian uses are library copies, presenting a subtle conceptual addition to other love letters to libraries.

Brian Dillon writes in the introduction:

‘Sorted Books’ is many things at the same time: a series of sculptures or photographs, or site-specific installations; a collection of short stories, or poems, or jokes; a work in which the ‘found object’ is subject alike to chance and the most painstaking choices; a delicate conceptual game with the horizontal and the vertical. But it is first of all an act of reading. We have to picture the artist at large between the bookshelves, scanning the spines for likely, or unlikely, meetings among their titles.

                 

Katchadourian’s project began in 1993, somewhat serendipitously — as most great side-projects-turned-lifelong-passions tend to — while she was pursuing an MFA at University of California, San Diego. She recounts the origin story:

We studied — and were trying to put into practice — an engagement with the everyday, a stance toward art that located it in unlikely places, and ways of working collaboratively. In that spirit, an art major undergraduate, who was friendly with some of the graduate students, invited a group of us to move into her parents’ house for a week and make art with what we found. Her parents — who were not art collectors but simply welcoming and curious people — generously agreed to be invaded by the six of us.

The house where we stayed was in a small town called Half Moon Bay, about an hour south of San Francisco on the foggy California coast, so we decided to call the project ‘The Half Moon Bay Experiment.’ We spent about a week there, poking around and thinking about what to make. Eventually each of us found different zones in the house that interested us, and in the end we had a small show, which essentially meant running an announcement in the local paper, opening the font door for the afternoon, and having some friends, family, and locals come by.

Quite early in the week, I latched onto the library. Our hosts had married late in life — a second marriage for both — and they had merged their separate book collections when they moved in together. It seemed like they had decided to keep everything, and so they had a lot of books, organized in casually thematic manner on wooden shelves. I spent a long time looking at the books and getting acquainted with the wide variety of subjects in the library: Shakespeare, self-help, gambling, addiction, health care, history, and investment strategy guides. I suddenly recalled a moment in the university library when, looking for a book, I had turned my head sideways as I walked down the stacks and thought how spectacular it would be if all the titles formed an accidental sentence when read one after the other in a long chain. Standing amidst the bookshelves in Half Moon Bay, my next move was simply to make this imaginary accident real. I spent days shifting and arranging books, composing them so that their titles formed short sentences. The exercise was intimate, like a form of portraiture, and it felt important that the books I selected should function as a cross section of the larger collection.

The rest, as they say, is history — but Katchadourian remained true to the same methodology and ethos of curiosity over the years. In an era drowned in periodic death tolls for the future of the physical book, her project stands as a celebration of the spirit embedded in the magnificent materiality of the printed page. Katchadourian writes:

I am always paying attention to the physical qualities of the books, and I try to work with their particular attributes as much as possible. The size of a book carries temperament and tonality, as does the way the text sits on the spine. A heavy volume with large text on the spine, for example, might be exuberant, urgent, pushy; a small typeface might communicate a voice that’s exacting, shy, insecure, or furtive.

My favorite arrangement is this laconic addition to history’s finest definitions of art:

Above all, however, Sorted Books is a visceral reminder of that powerful interplay between context and subtext, which embodies — and emboldens — the wellspring of meaning.

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mages courtesy Nina Katchadourian

What is coming?

THE (next)GAME!

Next Thursday, at 6:00 p.M, on this blog!

Now that the mock exams are over...

I can give you this useful tip!^^:

A great idea....

Suvir Mirchandani tells US government how to save £240m - just by changing their font

Suvir Mirchandani calculated that by using Garamond font instead of Times New Roman the Government could save millions

Heather Saul The Independent 

Saturday, 29 March 2014

A 14-year-old student claims to have found a way of saving the US government $400 million dollars (£240 million) - simply by changing the font they use for official documents.

Suvir Mirchandani calculated that if the government chose Garamond font instead of Times New Roman, it would use 25 per cent less ink because each character is lighter and thinner.
His idea began when he worked out how much his school in Pennsylvania could save in ink after watching multiple leaflets be handed out.
"Ink is two times more expensive than French perfume by volume," Suvir told CNN.
He then extended the study to a national level and concluded that if the federal government used just Garamond it could save $136 million (£81 million) per year.
An additional $234 million (£140 million) could be saved annually if state governments also jumped on board, he reported.
He has since looked to publish his findings in the Journal of Emerging Investigators. Sarah Fankhauser, one of JEI's founders said: "We were so impressed. We really could really see the real-world application in Suvir's paper."
Gary Somerset, media and public relations manager at the Government Printing Office, described his work as "remarkable", but would not discuss whether the GPO was prepared to actually to actually implement Suvir's idea.
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So this will be the theme of our next series of article,  by the the 2nd years)

Tell us about a great idea or invention and tell us why it appeals to you.

And this will end our "Let's make fun of T-Rexes" series!

Carter's "Bench article", at last! (our 500th entry on this blog, by the way!!!)

  Hi ! We had to write an article about a dialogue between us and somebody.

For my article I chose my grand-mother because she is always present for me but she disapproved my future work that's why I would speak with her and maybe really have this conversation with her !

I think, we would speak first in the street, during a walk.

Like always, she's would start by this sentence :

- So, you really want to be emergency nurse ?

- One more time, yes ! You know how much I would like to be an emergency nurse.

- But you know that if you do your studies where you want we won't see each other anymore …

- No, less but still. You stay my grand-mother and I love you. You know how much you did for me when my mother left … I think you are like a mother for me and nothing will change it. 

I know if I already said that she's gonna cry.

- Carter, I love you too but I want you to stay with us, with me ; your father, your family...

 - Don't ask me to choose. You know how much my family is important but my career too. Please, accept that and close the subject.

 - Ok... But think about this job.

 -My mind's made up. I love it, it's my choice. 

Maybe, after this conversation we go back, changing subject...

Thanks for reading !

     -Carter-

And another one...

Telepathy...

Another one!

Another T- Rex joke for everyone ....

... not only Grapefruit... ;-)

Riddle of the day... (an easy one!)

For Grapefruit, who didn't understand the joke about the T-Rex!^^

Another riddle!

The Games Wall of Fame

There have been 5 (yes, 5) games so far this year on the blog:

In September, Rock'n'blur (702) understood this first:

In October, you had to recognize this witch :

and Something in the way (702)won;

In December there was only one player and winner to the 3rd game, it was Paperplane (602), for this:

In February Maelstorm (702) won the game with the help of Rider and Sweet Lisa (702), about that:

and the last game (remember?

was won by Rock'n'blur (702), again!

So, I suppose you all have 2 questions in mind:

1) Who will be our next winner????

And you'll know on April 17th!The next game will be  that day!

2) What are the 602 doing? Except for Paperplane... Do they exist????????!!!!^^

About the "talking on a bench" series...

This illustrates very well the fact that I'm still waiting for 3 articles! Hence the riddles and pictures, to fill in!^^

A riddle...

What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?

Young people....

That's cruel...

Yet, enjoyable!^^

Learn another word...

Hopscotch:is a children's game that can be played with several players or alone. Hopscotch is a popular playground game in which players toss a small object into numbered spaces of a pattern of rectangles outlined on the ground and then hop or jump through the spaces to retrieve the object.

Good question!

Game! Game! Game!

Explain what this means in the comments!

The first correct comment gets a marvellous (!) prize!

Next game Friday 4th at 5.30 p.m!

Get ready to play!

(yes, it's tomorrow early evening!)

Daffy Duck, the dog and the Chinese woman

I was on a bench in front of the Alps with Lapso, my dear and sweet dog.

A Young chinese woman sat next to me.

- Hi there, how are you?


- Fine, thanks. What about you?


- Oh God, I'm so cold!


- I think that's the mountains climate, you only wear a simple scarf with a light coat... You must be cold, indeed!


-Okay... So, what a pretty cool dog, what kind is he?



                        

- A husky, ces, he's pretty cool and he obeys a lot.


- So cute... How old is he?


- Eight years old today, it's his birthday.


- That's why you are here?


- Nope, just because I don't know what to do, so I sit here with him. And what about you?


- I don't have a boyfriend, so...


- Uh, well.


- You know, there's a party tonight, would you like to go with me?


- Well... absolutely not. Sorry, I dislike.


-You dislike me ?


- Nope, I dislike parties.


- So you like me.


- I didn't say it.


- Well, do you like me ?


- A little bit.


- As much as your dog ?


- Are you kiddin'me ?


- I'm just joking, don't worry. I've got a deal. If you go with me tonight, I'll try to make your dog be allowed to walk in the public grounds.


- How can you do this ?


- Do what ?


- Move your ears when you speak.


- That's my secret.


- I was ironical girl, I don't give any shit about your ears, how can you allow my dog to walk everywhere ?


- I'm the snow village mayor daughter.


- Really ?


- Pehaps  you would like to see my identity card or I don't know what else ?


- I.D. card is enough?


- What's wrong with you ? Hold it, this is my card, do not laugh because of the picture.


- (Laughin') Okay, I trust you, see you tonight boring girl, at the pub.


   I stood up and left the place with my dog; to be able to let him go everywhere made me happy, and it was a great birthday gift for my dear wolf. That was the beginning of a great friendship as well with the boring girl.
                                                                                
                                                                              DaffyDuck

Park Bench

April Fool's Day!

Of course the blog is still going on!!!!

More about April Fools' day (from Wikipedia):

April Fools' Day (sometimes called All Fools' Day) is celebrated on 1 April every year. It is not a national holiday, but is widely recognized and celebrated in various countries as a day when people play practical jokes and hoaxes on each other called April fools.

In the UK, an April fool joke is revealed by shouting "April fool!" at the recipient, who becomes the "April fool". A study in the 1950s, by folklorists Iona and Peter Opie, found that in the UK, and in countries whose traditions derived from the UK, the joking ceased at midday. A person playing a joke after midday is the "April fool" themselves.

 However, this practice has lapsed in more recent years. This excludes Australia because most Australians are accepting when pranks are pulled after midday.

In Scotland, April Fools' Day is traditionally called Hunt-the-Gowk Day ("gowk" is Scots for a cuckoo or a foolish person), although this name has fallen into disuse. The traditional prank is to ask someone to deliver a sealed message requesting help of some sort. In fact, the message reads "Dinna laugh, dinna smile. Hunt the gowk another mile". The recipient, upon reading it, will explain he can only help if he first contacts another person, and sends the victim to this person with an identical message, with the same result.