Auteur/autrice : Cyril Pasteau
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The gang
It all began at the beach. I was rumbling my head on a piece of cloth and I was a child again, summer holidays at the beach, you know the feeling. My head was deep into the cloth and it was green and there was light beyond. For a moment, I had forgotten I was…
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A short night
Some kind of emergency signal is blaring. After a vain and quick struggle, barricaded under a large pillow, the fat man fails to contain the noise and awakes. The cabin is empty but for him, a mound of clothes and what could pass as a bed in a place with little room and taste. INTRUDER…
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Stranded
The fat man has an air of authority around him. He is seating lazily, hands on his shirt, waiting for the crowd to move. Next to him crouches a child with the stern eyes of a watch dog. A villager comes forth, chances a request. With an unshaven smile, the petty lord denies it. You…
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Le « public jeune », promesse ou mirage ?
Un débat sur ce thème s’est déroulé lundi 16 mai au Celsa, école des métiers de l’information et de la communication dépendant de la Sorbonne. En voici un petit compte-rendu. Attention, les chiffres ont été récupérés à la volée et il est possible qu’ils ne soient pas parfaitement contextualisés. Cette restitution personnelle est aussi une…
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The bike and the barbecue
This post is part of the EVE Blog Banter, a monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed to him. The twenty-sixth topic comes from @KatiaSae of the much praised To Boldly Go blog, who asks us: « Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.…