Ma Vie d'Autrefois, Ou est-ce Encore la Même ?

Monday, September 29, 2008

À quoi bon une mère sans enfants???!!!

Morgane a mal au cœur car je lui manque. Elle me manque encore plus que je ne peux l’exprimer, ainsi que son frère. Parfois la solitude m’est un ami cher et sans lequel je ne pourrais pas vivre. À d’autres moments, la solitude, et surtout la distance qui me sépare de mes enfants est invivable. J’ai une sensation physique que je meurs dans cette situation. Je sens mon corps se préparer, mon âme céder, mon cœur qui batte de moins en moins.

Heureusement que j’ai un mari qui m’aime et que j’aime. Et puis, je commence à avoir un peu moins mal au dos.

Morgane ne sait pas que je demande que l'on me la rende. Je ne vais rien dire avant que le tribunal rende sa décision pour que la petite ne se sente pas obligée de choisir entre son père et sa mère. Ce ne serait pas juste de lui imposer une telle décision à mon avis.

De ma part, j’ai trop le cafard d’être loin des miens et de mon pays.... Demain, j'achète mon billet pour rentrer (ENFIN et pour toujours, sauf des vacances de temps en temps!)

Je vous tiendrais au courant, bien sur.

Morgan's Sketch #5


Morgan's Sketch #5
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace

Morgan's Sketch #4


Morgan's Sketch #4
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace

Morgan's Sketch #3


Morgan's Sketch #3
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace

Morgan's Sketch #2


Morgan's Sketch #2
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace

Morgan's Sketch #1


Morgan's Sketch #1
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace

Morgan's Sketch #6


Morgan's Sketch #6
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace

Morgan's Envelope Art


Morgan's Envelope Art
Originally uploaded by Morgie Grace
My wonderful daughter sent me a lovely envelope fully of gorgeous sketches and drawings yesterday.

I thought I would share them with you!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Mon Vendredi

Bien chers lecteurs,

J'espère que vous allez bien.

J'ai essaye de t'envoyer un message sur msn, mais je crains que ça n'ait pas fonctionné comme il le faut.

Comme prévue, nous sommes allés en Bretagne hier, s'occuper de la tombe de mes grands-parents. C'est mieux, maintenant, mais ce n'est pas encore bien comme il le faut. Il y a encore à faire, mais on fait comme on le peut, et petit-à petit, j’espère que ce sera bien.

La tombe avant:


La tombe d'après:


Nous sommes aussi passe à une des maisons de mon père ainsi qu’à la ferme. Mais il parait qu'il est actuellement à Lorient, et qu'il a une nouvelle copine.

Aujourd'hui nos restons tranquilles, sauf que ce soir on va manger une raclette chez Patrick. La, Marie-France est partie faire des courses avec Laurence, et Mathilde et Fabrice sont entrain de réparer la table à Marie-France pendant que moi, je fais les carreaux et mes photos.

On retourne à Faremoutiers demain matin.

J'espère que vous passiez une bonne journée.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Reportage sur la maternité dans laquelle es né mon fils

Voici un reportage sur la maternité dans laquelle es né mon fils, Mikaël. Ce serait vraiment très dommage s’ils la ferment. La maternité la plus proche se trouve à presque une heure de route. Moi j’ai été obligé d’y rester pendant un mois, et je paris que je n’aurais plus eu beaucoup de visiteurs après tout ce temps. Mais, accouchant à Carhaix, les gens passaient quand ils faisaient leurs courses, et moi, je me sentais beaucoup moins seule !!!!

http://videos.tf1.fr/video/news/0,,4094017,00-la-maternite-de-carhaix-de-nouveau-menacee-.html

Progress on Fabrice's Christmas Stocking to Date (September 19, 2008)


Les Arrière-arrière grands-parents de Fabrice, Christian, Denis, et Patrick - nouvelle version

Les Arrière-arrière grands-parents de Fabrice, Christian, Denis, et Patrick - nouvelle version mise en cardreComme promis, je vous envoie une copie de la photos VIREL DELVALLEZ telle que lai travaillé.

Les arrière-arrière grands-parents de Fabrice, Christian, Denis, et Patrick

La semaine dernière, Tata Jeanne a trouvé cette photo dans ses affaires. Il sagirait de ses grands-parents à elle et à Denise, la grande-mère de Fabrice, Christian et
Patrick.

Ils sappelaient VIREL Constant et DELVALLEZ Caroline.

Ce sont donc les arrière-arrière-arrière-grands-parents de Justine et Lucie, de Nicolas et Amandine, et de Lauriane et Mathilde, ainsi, bien sur que de Sarah, Ludovic et Loïc.

Je publie d'abord la photo comme elle a été trouvée. Ensuite, je vais publier une copie que jai travaillé pour enlever un peu les plis, lui rendre sa couleur dorigine,
etc.


Motorbike Display by Italian Police in the 1950s

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Vitré Door


Vitré Door
Originally uploaded by Nana S

Vitré Window


Vitré Window
Originally uploaded by Nana S

Friday, September 12, 2008

Some Folks Don't Know Which Way is Up

Chanel Sitting on Marie-France's Steps

Making Every Word Count: Computers and the Web Complicate Vital Research on Frequently Used Language

THE NUMBERS GUY
By CARL BIALIK

Making Every Word Count
Computers and the Web Complicate Vital Research on Frequently Used Language
Wall Street Journal; September 12, 2008; Page A12

If you're like me, you've wasted time taking online quizzes like the one my friend challenged me to take: Name the 100 most frequently used English words in five minutes. (I got 45.)

You could waste all the time you'd like, as Top 100 word lists abound. Word-frequency rankings are part -- albeit just a sliver -- of the vast output from studies of language corpora, or large collections of written and sometimes spoken text. Researchers parse such data to help make sense of our ever-evolving language.

But the results of these rankings differ widely. Taking a snapshot of English in all its diverse incarnations is devilishly tricky and expensive. Computers and the Internet can make research simpler. But they also add to the challenge because they can distort language patterns.

Tension between size, cost and representativeness runs through all corpus research, raising questions about its quantitative findings. Transcripts of university lectures and television programs are favored sources for spoken language, but they can differ markedly from private chatter. And speech, in general, diverges from writing. "People don't say 'yes' anymore in interviews," Alison Duguid, a linguist at the University of Siena, Italy, offers by way of example. "They say 'absolutely.'"

English can look very different, when viewed through different prisms. "The" is the universal ranking champion, but "be" might place second or 22nd, depending on whether all conjugations, such as "is" and "was," get counted. "I" was the most commonly used word in 11,700 10-minute conversations recorded in 2002 and 2003. It appeared 984,359 times, according to David Graff, the lead programmer analyst for the Linguistic Data Consortium at the University of Pennsylvania, which maintains corpora. "You" was runner-up, appearing 702,941 times.

In a collection of newspaper articles from the same time period, "I" ranked 30th and "you" ranked 43rd. "Yeah," "um," "uh" and "uh-huh" also made the Top 100 in conversations, but not in newspapers.

The proper construction of corpora matters to a lot of people. Dictionary publishers use corpora to determine the most-common definitions for versatile words. Literature researchers need them to compare the work of a given author with the norms for language. Linguists use them to track the introduction of new words ("Facebook") and the diminution of older ones ("britches").

Microsoft uses corpora to help correct misspellings in its Word software. It has licensed over one trillion words of English text in each of the past two years, and bolsters its collection with emails exchanged on its Hotmail program, with identifying details removed, according to a spokeswoman. "Text corpora is the lifeblood of most of our development and testing processes," says Mike Calcagno, general manager of the Microsoft group that manages Word.

Computers have spawned a burst of activity in the field. But even computers don't suffice for the daunting task of word collecting and counting. Brown University's one-million-word corpus was considered adequate in the 1960s. Today, the 100-million-word British National Corpus is considered small -- and dated -- because it preceded the Internet era, and other sources of new language.

It's easy to build bigger collections using the Web, but that gives short shrift to genres that don't often make it online, notably fiction. It also ignores spoken words, which are underrepresented in corpora because they are so much harder and more expensive to collect.

Without enough spoken-language data, subtleties may not emerge. "The word 'rife' only occurs in negative contexts," says Anne O'Keeffe, a linguist at Mary Immaculate College, the University of Limerick, Ireland. "We are never rife with money," despite that affliction's appeal.

In assembling the British National Corpus, it cost the same to collect 10 million spoken words as to collect 50 million in written text, says Lou Burnard. He worked in the early 1990s on building the corpus, which included the recorded conversations of 200 Britons. "It would be great to do another BNC, but we don't have the funding," he adds.

The intended American counterpart to the BNC has similar problems. The American National Corpus, an array of text including the 9/11 Commission Report and Berlitz travel guides, contains a mere 22 million words.

This newspaper is remembered fondly by linguists for donating a large chunk of its archives in the late 1980s and early 1990s for corpus research. The Wall Street Journal's oeuvre was an imperfect representation of English, however. For one thing, the financial sense of "stock" predominated over meanings tied to livestock and soup.

"It is really crucial that you have a corpus that is well-balanced," says Princeton University linguist Christiane Fellbaum.

In the years since, the Web has eclipsed the Journal as the go-to repository of words. It is now the primary source for Oxford University Press's corpus for the Oxford English Dictionary, which once relied on the BNC. John Mansfield, who works on developing Web sources for Oxford, agrees that the Web is short on fiction and conversational English. Otherwise, he says, "you've just got an incredible diversity of every kind of text."

Nancy Ide, chairwoman of the computer-science department at Vassar College, who manages the American National Corpus, points out a major failing of Web-based corpora: Without copyright permission for all of this text, researchers can't share and analyze it fully. Also, it's difficult to isolate American English from British English and other variants online.

Oxford has devised precise, if arbitrary, targets for Web categories. Blogs get about the same share as law, science, business and medicine combined. "Blog" itself, incidentally, merits nary a mention in corpora assembled a decade ago.

Potentially skewed results for corpora have caused any number of headaches. Even guides for English teachers often don't reflect changes in the language. "The Reading Teacher's Book of Lists" tracks frequently used words based on a corpus from the early 1970s, says Edward Fry, a co-author of the book and a retired educational psychologist at Rutgers University. "Computer," for one, is not on the list.
[numbers guy]

Thursday, September 11, 2008

In the Seventh Year

In the Seventh Year
By Roger Cohen

And in the seventh year after the fall, the dust and debris of the towers cleared. And it became plain at last what had been wrought.

For the wreckage begat greed; and it came to pass that while America’s young men and women fought, other Americans enriched themselves. Beguiling the innocent, they did backdate options, and they did package toxic mortgage securities and they did reprice risk on the basis that it no more existed than famine in a fertile land.

Thereby did the masters of the universe prosper, with gold, with silver shekels, with land rich in cattle and fowl, with illegal manservants and maids, with jewels and silk, and with Gulfstream V business jets; yet the whole land did not prosper with them. And it came to pass, when the housing bubble burst, that Main Street had to pay for the Wall Street party.

For Bush ruled over the whole nation and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did neglect husbandry.

And he took his nation into desert wars and mountain wars, but, lo, he thought not to impose taxation, not one heifer nor sheep nor ox did Bush demand of the rich. And it came to pass that the nation fell into debt as boundless as the wickedness of Sodom. For everyone, Lehman not least, was maxed out.

So heavy was the burden of war, and of bailing out Fannie and Freddie, and of financing debt with China, that not one silver shekel remained to build bridges, nor airports, nor high-speed trains, nor even to take care of wounded vets; and the warriors returning unto their homes from distant combat thought a blight had fallen on the land.

So it was in the seventh year after the fall of the towers. And still Bush did raise his hands to the Lord and proclaim: “I will be proved right in the end!”

And around the whole earth, which had stood with America, there arose a great trouble, for it seemed to peoples abroad that a great nation, rich in flocks and herds and land and water, had been cast among thorns and Philistines; its promise betrayed, its light dimmed, its armies stretched, its budget broken, its principles compromised, its dollar diminished.

And it came to pass that this profligate nation, drinking oil with insatiable thirst, could not cure itself of this addiction, and so its wealth was transferred to other nations that did not always wish it well.

Wherefore the balance of power in the world was altered in grievous ways, and new centers of authority arose, and they were no more persuaded by democracy than was the Pharaoh.

For Bush ruled over the whole nation, and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did neglect the costs of wanton consumption. And he believed that if the Lord created fossil fuel, fossil fuel must flow without end, as surely as the grape will yield wine.

Therefore, in the seventh year after the fall, with 1,126 of the slain still unidentified, their very beings rendered unto dust, their souls inhabiting the air of New York, it seemed that one nation had become two; and loss, far from unifying the people, had sundered the nation.

For the rich, granted tax breaks more generous than any blessing, grew richer, and incomes in the middle ceased to rise, and workers saw jobs leaving the land for that region called Asia. And some fought wars while others shopped; and some got foreclosed while others got clothes. And still Bush spake but few listened.

Behold, so it was in the seventh year, and it seemed that America was doubly smitten, from without and within.

And, lo, a strange thing did come to pass. For as surely as the seasons do alternate, so the ruler and party that have brought woe to a nation must give way to others who can lead their people to plenty. How can the weary, flogged ass bear honey and balm and almonds and myrrh?

Yet many Americans believed the exhausted beast could still provide bounty. They did hold that a people called the French was to blame. They did accuse a creation called the United Nations. They did curse the ungodly sophisticates of Gotham and Hollywood and sinful Chicago; and, lo, they proclaimed God was on their side, and carried a gun, and Darwin was bunk, and truth resided in Alaska.

For Bush ruled over the whole nation and so sure was he of his righteousness that he did foster division until it raged like a plague. Each tribe sent pestilence on the other.

And in the seventh year after the fall, the dust and debris of the towers cleared. And it became plain at last what had been wrought — but not how the damage would be undone.