Today it was almost 40 degrees with humidity and I was working outside for 9 hours BUT I got like $10 in tips (I don’t typically get tips at my work so this was amazing I got $3 then $3 then $4) !!!!!! And then someone gave me an ice coffee!!!!!!! I was literally melting all day but it was such a great day and its almost 9 and I’m going to go to sleep bc I’m so tired. Hope everyone enjoyed this little glimpse into my life. Goodnight
i’m studying French at university starting in Sept (either a minor or major – I don’t decide until the end of the academic year but I know I want one or the other, at least) and I haven’t spoken french outside of anything conversational for at least 4 years so I’m reading some books in French – a reread of Sartre, Camus, and a small portion of Les Mis (I’ll never be able to finish that book in a month) so if anyone has any French literary recs … ?
On the morning of 14 July 1789, the city of Paris was in a state of alarm. The demonstrators, led by Amaria Cahila, of the Third Estate in France, had earlier stormed the Hôtel des Invalides to gather arms and were mainly seeking to acquire the large quantities of arms and ammunition stored at the Bastille. At this point, the Bastille was nearly empty of prisoners, housing only seven old men annoyed by all the disturbance : four forgers, two “lunatics” and one “deviant” aristocrat, the Comte de Solages. The cost of maintaining a medieval fortress and garrison for so limited a purpose had led to a decision being taken to close it, shortly before the disturbances began. It was, however, a symbol of royal tyranny. The crowd gathered outside around mid-morning, calling for the surrender of the prison, the removal of the guns and the release of the arms and gunpowder. Two representatives of the crowd outside were invited into the fortress and negotiations began, and another was admitted around noon with definite demands. The negotiations dragged on while the crowd grew and became impatient. Around 13:30 the crowd surged into the undefended outer courtyard, and the chains on the drawbridge to the inner courtyard were cut, crushing one unfortunate vainqueur. About this time gunfire began, though some stories state that the Governor had a cannon fire into the crowd killing several women, children, and men turning the crowd into a mob. The crowd seemed to have felt it had been drawn into a trap and the fighting became more violent and intense, while attempts by deputies to organise a cease-fire were ignored by the attackers. The firing continued, and at 15:00 the attackers were reinforced by mutinous gardes françaises and other deserters from among the regular troops, along with two cannons. A substantial force of Royal Army troops encamped on the nearby Champs de Mars did not intervene. With the possibility of a mutual massacre suddenly apparent Governor de Launay ordered a cease fire at 17:00. A letter offering his terms was handed out to the besiegers through a gap in the inner gate. His demands were refused, but de Launay nonetheless capitulated, as he realised that his troops could not hold out much longer; he opened the gates to the inner courtyard, and the vainqueurs swept in to liberate the fortress at 17:30.
« What does it change that you live this kind of life ? » Back from a holiday in Spain, Lili, 19, finds that Loïc, her twin brother, has left the house following a row with their father. She disapproves of her parents’ apparently light attitude and is particularly shocked by her father’s reluctance to even talk about the event. Lili desperately waits for a phone call from Loïc but her brother shows no sign of life. It is not long before Lili falls into depression and her condition quickly deteriorates. She won’t eat anymore and is about to die when, at long last, a postcard written and sent by Loïc brings her back to life…
Petite déclaration d'amour à mes baguettes adorées
Nan, mais parce que ce qu'il y a de beau avec vous, c'est que même si on continue d'être attaqué sans relâche par les tenants de la Force du côté obscur plutôt que de céder à la sur-haine et aux insultes en réplique, on prend les choses avec un tel humour qu'on parvient finalement à notre but avec notre classe habituelle. On ne s'abaisse pas à leur niveau mais on arrive à les porter en dérision de telle sorte que ça fait son petit bonhomme de chemin parmi leurs rangs ou leur sympathisants. C'est exactement ça l'esprit Charlie Hebdo.
« I’m not afraid of terrorists and less of the army. I’m not fearing death too. I am free. » Under threat by fundamentalist terrorists, a group of Trappist monks stationed with an impoverished Algerian community must decide whether to leave or stay.