Life of Sedentary

En moyenne, les canadiens passent plus de 15h par semaine à regarder la télévision. En moyenne, j'en passe 45min par semaine, soit pour regarder la dernière émission de Grey's Anatomy. Or, la semaine dernière, j'ai prouvé que j'étais capable d'être à la hauteur des canadiens moyens. En 10 jours, j'ai regardé les 4 saisons de Gossip Girl. Pour les matheux, c'est environ 90 épisodes d'environ 41min. Donc...

90 x 41 = 3690 min au total de télé en 10 jours
3690 / 60 = 61,5 h de télé en 10 jours
61,5 x 0,7 = 43,03 h de télé par semaine
Je suis fière de moi. C'est mon PB (Personnal Best, meilleure performance).

Maintenant que j'ai terminé Gossip Girl, plusieurs m'ont proposé de regarder d'autres télé-séries comme OTH, Private Practice, Dexter, Off the Map, 90210, etc. J'apprécie l'intérêt que vous portez à ma culture télévisuelle, mais je préfère diversifier ma culture. En fait, je me suis promis de lire au moins 5 livres avant de me lancer dans une nouvelle télé-série. Two down already !

Life of Pi de Yann Martel

Une première partie lente et abstraite, mais qui prend tout son sens dans la deuxième partie du roman. Je ne vous raconterai rien de l'histoire, puisque l'inconnu est le cœur du roman et je vous conseille fortement de vous arrêter sur ce petit chef-d’œuvre un jour. Ils annoncent de la pluie toute la semaine, ce serait le temps. Je me permets tout de même de ressortir les passages qui m'ont fait réfléchir. Vous allez croire que c'est un roman philosophique... C'est vrai que c'est loin du genre Gossip Girl, mais n'ayez crainte, il y a de l'action.

p.31 To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

p.45 (...) animals don't escape to somewhere but from something.

p.141 To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.

p.158 I tell you, to be drunk on alcohol is disgraceful, but to be drunk on water is noble and ecstatic.

p.178 (mon préféré) I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is clever, treacherous adversary, how well i know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread.

Fear next turns fully to your body, which is already aware that something terribly wong is going on. Already your lungs have flown away like a bird and your guts have slithered away like a snake. Now your tongue drops like an opossum, while your jaw begins to gallop on the spot. Your ears go deaf. Your muscles begin to shiver as if they had malaria and your knees to shake as though they were dancing. Your heart strains too hard, while your sphincter relaxes too much. And so with the rest of your body. Every part of you, in the manner most suited to it, falls apart. Only your eyes work well. They always pay proper attention to fear.

Quickly you made rash decisions. You dismiss your last allies: hope and trust. There, you've defeated yourself. Fear, which is but an impression, has triumphed over you.

The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a grangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak if it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you.

Cette dernière longue citation me fait penser à l'article Le monstre de Pierre Foglia : http://www.cyberpresse.ca/chroniqueurs/pierre-foglia/201105/12/01-4398522-le-monstre.php?utm_categorieinterne=trafficdrivers&utm_contenuinterne=cyberpresse_B13b_pierre-foglia_3264_section_POS1

Je me rends aussi compte que la peur est un des piliers de Gossip Girl. Euhh, tu vas chercher ça loin, petite caro, me dites-vous. Non, je vous jure.