I consider myself a fervent lover of intellectual masturbation, you know, those existential thoughts or conversations, with no answer and a frustrated feeling of having wasted what could have been a perfect few hours watching shit on TV like Big Brother, or Love island.
So, as I walked through central London during my too short lunch break, I came across a very diversified crowd, homeless or disabled people, business men, street fundraisers... and I thought to myself, how can a society like ours function as well as it does with the current social inequalities?
Does the human condition, the very thing that ineluctably defines and unites each and everyone of us, play a role in keeping this febrile peace?
My answer, yes, I believe whatever we do, the other is what makes existence bearable. On a planet that cannot seem to sustain its living entities for much longer due to our ever exponential growth, we struggle and attempt to save what can be saved, that includes all of us. I sometimes doubt my own argument, especially when i turn on the news, but isn't Hope worth having?

We crushed those Italian bastards!

Right, this is the time when I fill myself with Pride and Patriotism...
As some of you may know, France played Italy in the Euro 2008 qualification games last night and literally kicked the shit out of them 3 to 1, only 2 months after the World cup final.

Hmmmmm, how I like the sweet, sweet taste of revenge!

Charles Trenet chantait "Douce France, cher pays de mon enfance, bercée de tendre insouciance, je t'ai gardée dans mon coeur..."

Ouais... Ben, no comment...

I have just writen an e-mail to one of my best friends in New York, and after re-reading it, I thought, wow, it sums up really well my current situation, so I decided to post it on here...


Hey Sergio,

Been so long!!!!
I have a zillion things to tell you!
First tho, i was really happy to get a text from you last week, it made my day!
Everything has changed so much during the last few months. After i came back from the US in October, i became quite unhappy, and couldn't shake the feeling of being lost. Months went and so did that feeling, it's funny how routine has a strong tendency to numb the mind!
I decided to embrace my adult responsible life instead of rejecting it, and i got myself a little flat somewhere in south London, things were ok for a while.
Until I took 3 weeks off work in May to go backpacking, solo, in south Japan, with a short stay in Tokyo; the trip made me a new person, i know it might sound cliché but it really did. Moments like the couple of hours spent sitting on the steps of a lost temple in the hills of Nara, after gates had shut and Buddhists came out to do their daily duties, facing an unforgettable sunset and hundreds of stone lanterns . Things became a little clearer and so did my life priorities, I came back to London with ideas and motivation, little did i know, the harsh reality would catch up with me and the projects of teaching or getting involved in a charity vanished into the distant future.
I now have decided to stick with what i do best apparently for a while longer, but i still needed a change, so i have been stressfully job hunting for the past couple of months, all my efforts being hopefully rewarded in an hour or so, when i get The call from an advertising agency, telling me i got the freaking job i have been fighting for.
But the most important thing of these past few months, has been the unexpected encounter with an exceptional wight 3 months ago, who i can now very happily call my boyfriend. His name's Gavin, turns out, we have been missing each other for the past 5 years, as he went to the same college as me, and has been hanging out where i have as well...
When i first saw him his face seemed strangely familiar, far from me the intention to throw religious bullshit like fate or soul mate...but, there is something odd in the way our paths met and our present connection.
I have never felt so in love with anyone before, so passionate but painfully vulnerable at the same time. It scares me like nothing else to think someone could bewitch me like he has, but i can only give into it.
Anyway, ideas are rushing to my finger tips but i will keep the rest for the next e-mail, until then let me know how you have been! I miss you very much!!

Clem x

I am waiting impatiently for this one phone call that will make my day, the phone call that will define my professional life for the next few months or maybe years.
The job market is rough and you quickly get to learn this fact, but i figured, it is all about making a good impression, mixed with a bit of lie and a lot of experience.
My heart's racing, i'm sweating in spite of the air conditionning blowing its dry freezing cold air on my head...

First post, first blog... we eventually all have to convert to modernism, huh? And as I realised most, if not, all my friends had a blog, I thought it was time for me to create this personal space where I could ramble.
Funny though, I have chosen an interesting time to do so... while i'm at work!
I now master the art of doing nothing, but somehow, looking very busy, running around, and pointing at spreadsheets using big words, like conversion rate or profitablity (that's a word, right?)