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Joan of Arc by Jules Bastien-Lepage (French, 1848–1884) Oil on Canvas, 1879 I begin this essay with two stories: A teacher I knew at a Catholic elementary school became pregnant with twins, and due to the inadequacy of her paycheck and her husband’s self-employment in construction, she had no health insurance.   When the time came for her to deliver, she went to the emergency department at LAC + USC Medical Center.   Once she had been signed in, she waited on a gurney in the hallway with a number of other similarly struggling mothers to await full dilation and crowning of the child’s head before being wheeled into the delivery room.   Many of these women were screaming in agony, but were virtually ignored by the staff.   The teacher, herself, wanted an epidural, but the nurse informed her it was too late and she would have to go naturally.   She was worried about the fact that she would be birthing two babies, but was powerless to fight back and demand immediate medical attention.   S

In theory, when an electrician such as Pierre Le Guennec works well for a painter such as Pablo Picasso [1881-1973], it’s quite likely that he’ll receive a few paintings. The expression “a few” is vague. To be more precise, let’s say that the lucky electrician received a  bag full of 271 Picasso paintings. The electrician’s wife Danielle Le Guennec confirmed that they were a gift from the artist. Some observers have never really believed this story about a gift from Picasso. That’s why the electrician and his wife were condemned in February 2015 for the concealment of stolen goods. Today, an appeals trial has started at Aix-en-Provence (Bouches-du-Rhône).

Once upon a time, a con man in France made money by flogging little bottles marked V ( vinaigre ) and H ( huile ) to naive tourists, telling them that they once belonged to the great writer Victor Hugo . Concerning vinegar, one might imagine that everything in France that can be said and done is a thing of the past. Imaginative rural sisters in the Beaujolais region, Lucie and Chloé (what charming names!) have demonstrated that there’s still room for innovation in this traditional domain. Using their grandmother’s ancient recipe, they created a new variety of vinegar, and they’ve already put 100,000 nice little bottles of their product onto the market. Several big distribution channels have jumped upon their offer. Also a celebrated French chef in Lyon. To say the least, their business doesn’t really have a bitter taste of vinegar.

I wrote a very dismal blog post here , which I now regret a little (but I’ll leave it untouched for the moment). It was simply far too simple for a naïve observer such as me to deplore the fact that a huge proportion of wild animals are going into oblivion. In writing that blog post, I was behaving in just as stupid a manner as Marie-Antoinette when she said that the starving people of Paris should simply eat cake. One has no right to boast about his lucky childhood when wild beasts could be observed roaming freely through the jungle. We must never forget that the vicious fellows who destroy free animals are indeed depraved human cousins, biologically closer to us than any so-called wild animal. From now on, the only approach that would be worthy of a serious observer consists of concluding that, since magnificent wild animals are no longer capable of surviving in the jungle, where they are likely to be destroyed by vicious humans, then the only noble solution is to protect them as bes

A Dutch software manufacturer named Assistiveware has created a tool named Proloquo2go for people who are incapable of handling traditional verbal culture. The tool incorporates a virtual on-screen keyboard with pictograms, and it is only offered, for the moment, to users of English, Spanish or French. Here’s an example of a typical pictogram phrase: As soon as the user enters a set of pictograms, a speech synthesizer produces an audio version of the phrase. This tool belongs to the domain of AAC [Alternative and Augmented Communication], which facilitates the life of people with elocution problems : autistic individuals, those with trisomy (including Down Syndrome) and victims of strokes or Parkinson’s disease. In France, about 1.3 million people suffer from such sensory handicaps.  In the special case of the Proloquo2go product, most users happen to be less than 11 years old.

Click the loudspeaker icon to unmute Jean-Pierre Darroussin : "J'ai rendez-vous avec vous" Karin Viard : "Mourir pour des idées" Michèl Fau : "Le pornographe" Guillaume Gallienne : "La prière" Audrey Tautou : "La mauvaise réputation" Pierre Richard : "Les passantes" Michel Bouquet : "Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux" Catherine Frot : "La complainte des filles de joie Lionel Abelanski : "Je me suis fait tout petit" Roger Dumas : "Auprès de mon arbre" Julie Depardieu : "Le gorille" Léa Drucker : "Les amoureux des bancs publics" François Morel :"La non-demande en mariage" François Berléand : "Le temps ne fait rien à l'affaire" Valérie Bonneton : "Chanson pour l'Auvergnat" André Dussolier : "Supplique pour être enterré à la plage de Sète"

During the night, at 3 am, French clocks that still have old-fashioned "hands" will be expected to have them turned back an hour, to indicate 2 am. In other words, if I wake up tomorrow morning and climb out of bed in an accustomed manner, after what would appear to have been a good night's sleep, my Apple computer will inform me that it's earlier than what I might have expected... if only I hadn't read all the advice that has been appearing throughout the day in French news about switching back to winter daylight hours . It's not a big problem here at Gamone, since I only have my old watch and two wall clocks to wind back. Here's a good French reminder :

As far as big news goes, this is really Big News. For the first time in centuries, the tomb of Jesus Christ in Jerusalem is being opened. It goes without saying (but I’ll nevertheless say so) that there is nothing whatsoever inside this time-honored hole in the ground. Besides, I can’t understand why Christians dare to even speak of the alleged “tomb” of their hero. Click here to access a National Geographic website that proposes a short video on the exposure of Christ’s so-called “burial place”. Here again, it’s time for somebody to inform that respected magazine that, in theory, Jesus was never buried anywhere. Everybody agrees that Jesus died on an atrocious wooden torture instrument. (Well, most people agree... except for those who consider that the alleged individual simply never even existed.) But Christians consider that he didn't stay dead for more than a few days, and was certainly never buried. I'll terminate my brief explanations there, because readers are surely

This legal decision could be a major negative step in the Center Parcs project at Roybon (Isère).

I have the impression that the following YouTube videos are composed of base-jumps from a site in Presles located above the Rochemuse estate in Choranche . Often you glimpse a small lake: the electricity dam located between Châtelus and Choranche. Je serais content de recevoir des informations précises sur ces vidéos de la part de spécialistes locaux. + Max Moret tombé à Choranche le 30 avril 2011

In the early 1970s, in Paris, my good friend Jean-Paul Pagès , an ex-professor of medecine, invited me to lunch with one of his former students, a Corsican doctor named Xavier Emmanuelli . I brought along my cousin Peter Hakewill , a young Australian doctor who happened to be visiting Paris at that moment. Xavier Emmanuelli was starting to acquire a reputation through his role in the creation of the humanitarian organization Médecins Sans Frontières [ Doctors Without Borders ]. By the end of the luncheon, my cousin was making plans with Emmanuelli to join his organization for work in Thailand. And that was the start of a lengthy experience for both my cousin and his brother Mitchell Smith . Friday evening, Xavier Emmanuelli made an uncommon appearance on French TV. Much muddy water has flowed under the bridges of distressed nations (not to mention wealthy countries such as Australia) since that chance encounter in Paris between Emmanuelli and my cousin some 45 years ago. As for Xavier

One of the voices I’ve missed in this crazy election season is David Carr’s.   He was The New York Times media reporter and author of The Night of the Gun:  A Reporter Investigates the Darkest Story of His Life. His Own.   (Simon & Schuster, 2009).   He would have something to say about the way the media has covered Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, and how each candidate has manipulated those same media outlets in return.   It has been quite a feeding frenzy, and Carr would know what to make of it and possibly, how to make sense of it. Working in an academic institution, I am struck by the kind of snobbery those in the ivory tower have for journalists.   Evidently, it is more courageous and intellectual to research and write a paper on some obtuse and disconnected corner of the universe than it is to go out into the desert embedded with American soldiers and report back on the war against ISIS.   When one teacher heard that I called myself a journalist, he responded that I would

Australia will be seated in the front row, as close as possible to the animals. The world’s greatest marine park will be located in Antarctica, just a short boat trip to the south of my native land. After years of difficult negotiations, the 25 members of the Commission pour la conservation de la faune et de la flore maritimes de l'Antarctique adopted unanimously the creation in Ross Sea of a marine sanctuary of a million and a half square kilometres.

The greatest show on Earth—the world’s populations of mammals, fish, birds, amphibians and reptiles—is disappearing like melting snow. In the short space of 42 years, between 1970 and 2012, over half their number has disappeared. Clearly, the show will soon grind to a halt, because the artists will no longer be there to keep it running. A few specimens will remain in zoos.  But that’s not Nature. We present-day spectators of wild life in natural surroundings will be thought of, by sad descendants of our children’s children, as the last lucky members of a disappearing world: a planet that is about to lose most of its spectacular inhabitants.

This blog post covers three ways of understanding Promises . This is an example of invoking a Promise-based function asyncFunc() : function asyncFunc() { return new Promise((resolve, reject) => { setTimeout(() => resolve('DONE'), 100); }); } asyncFunc() .then(x => console.log('Result: '+x)); // Output: // Result: DONE So what is a Promise? Conceptually, invoking asyncFunc() is a blocking function call. A Promise is both a container for a value and an event emitter. Conceptually: calling a Promise-based function is blocking function asyncFunc() { return new Promise((resolve, reject) => { setTimeout(() => resolve('DONE'), 100); }); } async function main() { const x = await asyncFunc(); // (A) console.log('Result: '+x); // Same as: // asyncFunc() // .then(x => console.log('Result: '+x)); }

Click here to see a spectacular video of a four-year-old Russian genius. I have no idea how they make kids like that. Have the manufacturers published a technical manual on this amazing product?

from Think Atheist

  For the first time since the UN embargo against Cuba came into existence, 54 years ago, the USA has refrained from voting in favor of continuing the embargo. It’s not yet an all-out vote in favor of Cuba, but it’s no longer an expression of determined opposition. It’s as if the USA said “no problems”. For Obama’s nation, that’s almost like saying OK.

People who grew up in English-speaking countries often remember a school story about the French princess Marie-Antoinette . Hearing that poor people in France had no bread, the young lady said they should be told to eat cake. In the French version of this tale, "cake" is replaced by "brioche". Historians then inform us that the story is probably apocryphal. The right-wing presidential candidate Jean-François Copé started the ball rolling recently. Answering a journalist’s mundane question, Copé revealed that he was no longer aware of the price of the familiar children’s pastry known as a pain au chocolat (chocolate pastry roll). I'm not suggesting for a moment that the execution of the Austrian lady on 16 October 1793 might have been connected in any way whatsoever with her words about bread or cake or any other kind of pastry. But, just to clarify all possible misunderstandings, I take the liberty of strongly advising Copé to drop into a bakery shop and update

A scientific report from Sydney University on the carnivorous marsupial known as the Tasmanian devil [ Sarcophilus harrisii ], found only in that Australian island state, reveals that the milk of this endangered animal contains an impressive antimicrobial arsenal. We humans possess a single variety of such a substance, whereas the charming little Tasmanian animal has six varieties. This means that its immune system is considerably more powerful than ours, and might even be used to guide future human-oriented research in this domain. If the Tasmanian devil has developed such a powerful immune system, it’s because they’ve had to learn to survive in a particularly dirty environment in which its food comprises varieties of dead animals, mammals, fish and insects. Since baby devils are born prematurely, researchers simply couldn’t imagine how they managed to survive on such nasty food… and that’s why they decided to study their milk. These days, the development of powerful bacteria capabl