#lebeuf

[5thelement]

he looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro reds

[krafty1]

The Daily Panel 9/11/24

Image Credit: Top Shelf Productions Jeff Lemir, Jimmy Lebeuf, The Daily Panel, Top Shelf Productions

[irenelichtensteinblog]

Ulrich Lebeuf, Dakar Nuit

[undinesea]

Photo by Ulrich Lebeuf

[cavegirl66]

Pozzo di Santa Cristina, Paulilatino, Sardinia

SACRED WELL

The greatest Nuragic masterpiece

The well temple is the greatest architectural expression of the Nuragic civilization dating back to about 3000 years ago, but it seems to have been built today, with its squared boulders, perfectly fitted together with a perfect geometry. Located near Paulilatino, it is the most representative sacred well of the Island where stories, legends and truths intertwine with each other.

The major lunistice

Every 18.6 years, during the major lunistice period, the moonlight reaches the body of water reflecting perpendicularly through the hole of about 30 cm in diameter of the tholos chamber. Theories that have been gaining ground since 1972 thanks to the intuition of Carlo Maxia and Lello Fadda with the support of the astronomer Edoardo Proverbio. Theories that brought Professor Arnold Lebeuf to Sardinia in 2005, author, in 2011, after 5 years of studies, of the book “Il pozzo di Santa Cristina un osservatorio lunare”.

[thebrickinbrick]

Preliminary Gayeties, Part 1

LAIGLE DE MEAUX, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than elsewhere. He had a lodging, as a bird has one on a branch. The two friends lived together, ate together, slept together. They had everything in common, even Musichetta, to some extent. They were, what the subordinate monks who accompany monks are called, bini. On the morning of the 5th of June, they went to Corinthe to breakfast. Joly, who was all stuffed up, had a catarrh which Laigle was beginning to share. Laigle's coat was threadbare, but Joly was well dressed.

It was about nine o'clock in the morning, when they opened the door of Corinthe.

They ascended to the first floor. Matelote and Gibelotte received them.

"Oysters, cheese, and ham," said Laigle. And they seated themselves at a table.

The wine-shop was empty; there was no one there but themselves.

Gibelotte, knowing Joly and Laigle, set a bottle of wine on the table.

While they were busy with their first oysters, a head appeared at the hatchway of the staircase, and a voice said:

"I am passing by. I smell from the street a delicious odor of Brie cheese. I enter." It was Grantaire.

Grantaire took a stool and drew up to the table.

At the sight of Grantaire, Gibelotte placed two bottes of wine on the table. That made three.

"Are you going to drink those two bottles?" Laigle inquired of Grantaire.

Grantaire replied, "All are ingenious, thou alone art ingenuous. Two bottles never yet astonished a man."

The others had begun by eating, Grantaire began by drinking. Half a bottle was rapidly gulped down.

"So you have a hole in your stomach?" began Laigle again.

“You have one in your elbow," said Grantaire. And after having emptied his glass, he added: "Ah, by the way, Laigle of the funeral oration, your coat is old.”

“I should hope so," retorted Laigle. "That's why we get on well together, my coat and I. It has acquired all my folds, it does not bind me anywhere, it is moulded on my deformities, it falls in with all my movements, I am only conscious of it because it keeps me warm. Old coats are just like old friends."

"That's true," ejaculated Joly, striking into the dialogue, "an old goat is an old abi” (ami, friend).

"Especially in the mouth of a man whose head is stuffed up," said Grantaire.

"Grantaire," demanded Laigle, "have you just come from the boulevard?"

"No."

"We have just seen the head of the procession pass, Joly and I."

"It's a marvellous sight," said Joly.

"How quiet this street is!" exclaimed Laigle. "Who would suspect that Paris was turned upside down? How plainly it is to be seen that in former days there were nothing but convents here! In this neighborhood! Du Breul and Sauval give a list of them, and so does the Abbé Lebeuf. They were all round here, they fairly swarmed, booted and barefooted, shaven, bearded, gray, black, white, Franciscans, Minims, Capuchins, Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines, there was no end of them."

"Don't let's talk of monks," interrupted Grantaire, "it makes one want to scratch oneself."

“Bouh! I've just swallowed a bad oyster. Now hypochondria is taking possession of me again. The oysters are spoiled, the servants are ugly. I hate the human race. I just passed through the Rue Richelieu, in front of the big public library. That pile of oyster-shells which is called a library is disgusting even to think of. What paper! What ink! What scrawling!

"And then, I met a pretty girl of my acquaintance, who is as beautiful as the spring, worthy to be called Floréal, and who is delighted, enraptured, as happy as the angels, because a wretch yesterday, a frightful banker all spotted with small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the watch for a protector as much as for a lover; cats chase mice as well as birds. Two months ago that young woman was virtuous in an attic, she adjusted little brass rings in the eyelet-holes of corsets, what do you call it? She sewed, she had a camp bed, she dwelt beside a pot of flowers, she was contented. Now here she is a bankeress. This transformation took place last night. I met the victim this morning in high spirits. The hideous point about it is, that the jade is as pretty to-day as she was yesterday. Her financier did not show in her face. Roses have this advantage or disadvantage over women, that the traces left upon them by caterpillars are visible. Ah! there is no morality on earth. I call to witness the myrtle, the symbol of love, the laurel, the symbol of air, the olive, that ninny, the symbol of peace, the apple-tree which came nearest rangling Adam with its pips, and the fig-tree, the grandfather of petticoats. As for right, do you know what right is? The Gauls covet Clusium, Rome protects Clusium, and demands what wrong Clusium has done to them. Brennus answers: ‘The wrong that Alba did to you, the wrong that Fidenæ did to you, the wrong that the Eques, the Volsci, and the Sabines have done to you. They were your neighbors. The Clusians are ours. We understand neighborliness just as you do. You have stolen Alba, we shall take Clusium.’ Rome said: ‘You shall not take Clusium.’ Brennus took Rome. Then he cried: ‘Væ victis!’ That is what right is. Ah! what beasts of prey there are in this world! What eagles! It makes my flesh creep.”

He held out his glass to Joly, who filled it, then he drank and went on, having hardly been interrupted by this glass of wine, of which no one, not even himself, had taken any notice:—

“Brennus, who takes Rome, is an eagle; the banker who takes the grisette is an eagle. There is no more modesty in the one case than in the other. So we believe in nothing. There is but one reality: drink. Whatever your opinion may be in favor of the lean cock, like the Canton of Uri, or in favor of the fat cock, like the Canton of Glaris, it matters little, drink. You talk to me of the boulevard, of that procession, et cætera, et cætera. Come now, is there going to be another revolution? This poverty of means on the part of the good God astounds me. He has to keep greasing the groove of events every moment. There is a hitch, it won’t work. Quick, a revolution! The good God has his hands perpetually black with that cart-grease. If I were in his place, I’d be perfectly simple about it, I would not wind up my mechanism every minute, I’d lead the human race in a straightforward way, I’d weave matters mesh by mesh, without breaking the thread, I would have no provisional arrangements, I would have no extraordinary repertory. What the rest of you call progress advances by means of two motors, men and events. But, sad to say, from time to time, the exceptional becomes necessary. The ordinary troupe suffices neither for event nor for men: among men geniuses are required, among events revolutions. Great accidents are the law; the order of things cannot do without them; and, judging from the apparition of comets, one would be tempted to think that Heaven itself finds actors needed for its performance. At the moment when one expects it the least, God placards a meteor on the wall of the firmament. Some queer star turns up, underlined by an enormous tail. And that causes the death of Cæsar. Brutus deals him a blow with a knife, and God a blow with a comet. Crac, and behold an aurora borealis, behold a revolution, behold a great man; ’93 in big letters, Napoleon on guard, the comet of 1811 at the head of the poster. Ah! what a beautiful blue theatre all studded with unexpected flashes! Boum! Boum! extraordinary show! Raise your eyes, boobies. Everything is in disorder, the star as well as the drama. Good God, it is too much and not enough. These resources, gathered from exception, seem magnificence and poverty. My friends, Providence has come down to expedients. What does a revolution prove? That God is in a quandry. He effects a coup d’état because he, God, has not been able to make both ends meet. In fact, this confirms me in my conjectures as to Jehovah’s fortune; and when I see so much distress in heaven and on earth, from the bird who has not a grain of millet to myself without a hundred thousand livres of income, when I see human destiny, which is very badly worn, and even royal destiny, which is threadbare, witness the Prince de Condé hung, when I see winter, which is nothing but a rent in the zenith through which the wind blows, when I see so many rags even in the perfectly new purple of the morning on the crests of hills, when I see the drops of dew, those mock pearls, when I see the frost, that paste, when I see humanity ripped apart and events patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, when I see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. The appearance exists, it is true, but I feel that he is hard up. He gives a revolution as a tradesman whose money-box is empty gives a ball. God must not be judged from appearances. Beneath the gilding of heaven I perceive a poverty-stricken universe. Creation is bankrupt. That is why I am discontented. Here it is the 4th of June, it is almost night; ever since this morning I have been waiting for daylight to come; it has not come, and I bet that it won’t come all day. This is the inexactness of an ill-paid clerk. Yes, everything is badly arranged, nothing fits anything else, this old world is all warped, I take my stand on the opposition, everything goes awry; the universe is a tease. It’s like children, those who want them have none, and those who don’t want them have them. Total: I’m vexed.

[squadron-of-damned]

WIP ask game

tagged by @timesthatneverwere and @sulky-valkyrie

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I am not doing the tagging thing because I did that the last time. You are tagged if you want to be.

For the fun of it i've removed the fandom tags from the WIP's name

WIPs:

boys go clubbing

death and consequences

gina noir

sim blackquills field guide to blowing stuff up

actual cannibal szaeyel lebeuf vignettes

unexpected feeling of sharing

sewerexchangeWIP

sewer exchange

athena days

ghost valley

karma christmas

party

space worm baby

zircon

real feeling of sharing 2

dorians spirits

ket-salu

puella lupum lupus

The Wolf Breaches Through

the rite of su'bar

vacation

Cosette Chapeau

moon and destiny

One Gay at a Time

the many deaths of me

WoW that makes sense

Things in italic are in the special "nuh-uh" folder, AKA I don't ahve the spoons and/or desire to currently continue them.

[squadron-of-damned-writes]

WIP Game

tagged by: @timesthatneverwere

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

note: uh, the tagging rule is going to get me so fucked over.

So. In the regular write folder I have:

aa - death and consequences

aa - gina noir

aa - simon blackquills field guide to blowing stuff up

aa - space worm baby

aaXsu - zircon

bleach - actual cannibal szayel lebeuf vignettes

dai - unexpected feeling of sharing

hs - hanahaki galore

sewerechangeWIP

(there is also DA Revolutions Rules and Tolliana Tharn Companion chart, but those aren't, strictly speaking, fics. But you can ask about them too.)

this folder has a subfolder nuh-uh, in which i have stuff that I sort of gave up on writing for various reasons. Technically, all of those are WIPs.

_sewer exchange CH1 - huit de dens

aa - athena days

aa - ghost valley

aa - karma christmas

aa - party

aa - real feeling of sharing 2

dai - dorians spirits

dai - puella lupum lupus

dai - The Wolf Breaches Through

dai x hs - the rite of su'bar

hades - vacation

les mis - cosette chapeau

les mis - moon and destiny

les mis - One Gay at a Time

warcraft - the many deaths of me

WoW that makes sense

Totalling for 25 WIPs. Oh boy. (no press no stress if you don't, like, want to.)

tagging: @ziskandra @thetinymm @reddiamondyeet @moonlitgraffiti @thiswaycomessomethingwicked @hashtag-anthems @lakemetaphor @sulky-valkyrie @ly-von-karma @lazyadmiral @just-another-nerd-blog @kaleran @taergalive @voidify333 @pipuhattar @thespacehound @frutavel @rataplani @ladymischievous @virberos @thetinymm (i didn't know you write stuff but hey you do!) @junko222 @kikieatskiwis @tesscont @musashi @vase-oddana-ruzenka

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

watching bj i kinda feel like im watching the childhood-adult life of shia Lebeuf I do wish parents could just be GOOOD to their children.

[kick-a-long]

Better yet: he becomes a dashing art thief who repatriates stolen and looted art to the communities and temples they were stolen from. Still dodging neonatzis and racist billionaires who buy the art as an investment.

He breaks into that crazy big warehouse of boxes to get the things he can carry back home.

He visits Indiana on his death bed and Indy apologizes for not knowing or thinking enough about the ramifications of his love of adventure. how short round has taken his adventure farther and higher than Indy could possibly have imagined.

Bonus if Michelle yo is the villainous henchman. Because I like when she plays a villain in heels. But I would settle for Margot Robby as grimes and Elon played by Shia lebeuf

[irenelichtensteinblog]

Ulrich Lebeuf, Dakar Nuit

[societascriticus2]

Nos brèves Facebook regroupées, en version corrigée et, parfois, augmentée

Societas Criticus, revue de critique sociale et politique, Vol. 26-04 : www.societascriticus.com

Suite au blocage des nouvelles sur les réseaux sociaux, en particulier Facebook que j’utilisais pour amasser mes réflexions et commentaires sur quelques nouvelles que j’aie lu, je ne partage maintenant que mes réflexions sur ce que je trouve essentiel. Cela fait donc moins de brèves, mais me donne plus de temps pour d’autres textes. En conséquence, nos brèves sont toutes regroupées sous cette rubrique.

Michel Handfield, M.Sc. Sociologie, (2024-11-15)

Dans le miroir : 3 billets qui ont été écrits pendant la campagne électorale états-unienne.

- Trumpeur !

- Une pensée d'autre temps pour notre temps ! (ZOLA)

- Après avoir vu les deux débats

- Regardez ce que fait la gauche !

Questions multiculturelles, socioreligieuses et des meilleures !

- Pour répondre aux bigots !

- De la religion à la spiritualité…

Société, nationalisme, justice et politique

- L’insécurité grandissante

Socioéconomie, capitalisme, socialisme et mondialisme

Mathieu, on est piégé !

Transports

- Je ne déteste pas les autos

- Qui prend le plus d’espace?

- Agréable, la voiture électrique !

Dans le miroir : 3 billets qui ont été écrits pendant la campagne électorale états-unienne.

Mais, d’abord, rappelons que Donald Trump a gagné ses élections le 5 novembre dernier. C’est leur choix. On verra ce que ça donnera. (Michel Handfield, 2024-11-14)

Trumpeur ! (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-05, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Il le savait, mais a manipulé ses troupes tout ce temps, voilà mon impression !

C’était mon commentaire suite à la lecture du texte de Sophie-Hélène Lebeuf, « J’ai perdu par un cheveu » en 2020, concède Donald Trump, Ici.Radio-Canada/nouvelle, 5 septembre 2024 :

Une pensée d'autre temps pour notre temps ! (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-20, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

« On lui attribua toute la besogne; on le crut le principal ouvrier de ce mouvement qui, peu à peu, ramenait au parti conservateur les républicains enthousiastes de la veille. Il est certaines situations dont bénéficient seuls les gens tarés. Ils fondent leur fortune là où des hommes mieux posés et influents n'auraient point osé risquer la leur. » (Zola, Émile, 1871, La Fortune des Rougon, chapitre III, p. 12 de 60 en version EPUB, Arvensa Éditions, sur Rakuten kobo)

Après avoir vu les deux débats (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-10-02, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Franchement, après avoir vu les deux débats aux États-Unis, contents d'être au Canada et d'avoir plus de choix politiques. Je ne comprends pas ceux qui rêvent de la démocratie états-unienne, même si la nôtre n'est pas parfaite non plus. Naturellement, avoir une certaine forme d'élection proportionnelle aiderait à aplanir les extrêmes et forcerait une négociation raisonnée vers le centre.

Regardez ce que fait la gauche ! (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-10-25, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Mais, pendant que les électeurs de droite détournent le regard pour trouver des complots à gauche, que font les élites de droite ? Elles semblent comploter ensemble…

Source :

AFP, Des liens avec Poutine? Nouvelle controverse pour Elon Musk, l’allié de Trump, Le Journal de Montréal, Vendredi, 25 octobre 2024 :

https://www.journaldemontreal.com/2024/10/25/des-liens-avec-poutine-nouvelle-controverse-pour-elon-musk-lallie-de-trump

Questions multiculturelles, socioreligieuses et des meilleures !

Pour répondre aux bigots ! (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-07, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

De la religion à la spiritualité… (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-07, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Voici quelques clichés de l'église Sainte -Bernadette (paroisse Notre-Dame de l'Alliance) et de l' ancien presbytère qui fut la demeure des religieuses de la Présentation de Marie pendant de nombreuses années.

Comme il y a de moins en moins de prêtres, on peut s'attendre à davantage de fermetures d'églises. De toute façon, la croyance étant d'abord individuelle, il ne serait pas surprenant d'aller davantage vers la spiritualité et de prendre le meilleur des religions, car tout n’y est pas parfait.

Regardez tous ces croyants qui soutiennent des guerres religieuses tout en pleurant leurs morts et en priant pour la paix ! N'est-ce pas contradictoire, voire ridicule, de faire ces guerres religieuses tout en priant le même dieu, puisqu'on le dit unique, pour la paix?

Société, nationalisme, justice et politique

L’insécurité grandissante (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-07, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Et, après, on se demandera pourquoi les gens restent chez eux à regarder leurs écrans. Ceux qui font cela mériteraient des accusations de terrorisme, car le but est de faire peur à la population et de briser les liens sociaux. Ça a même des impacts économiques, notamment sur les évènements culturels.

C’était mon mot au sujet du texte d’Yves Poirier, Piquée par une seringue possiblement souillée à ÎleSoniq : de durs moments d’angoisse pour une jeune femme, Le Journal de Montréal, 6 septembre 2024 :

https://www.journaldemontreal.com/2024/09/06/piquee-par-une-seringue-possiblement-souillee-a-ilesoniq-de-durs-moments-dangoisse-pour-une-jeune-femme

Socioéconomie, capitalisme, socialisme et mondialisme

Mathieu, on est piégé ! (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-10-14, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Mathieu, concernant ton texte « La subvention préférée des patrons », on est finalement piégé des deux côtés. D'une part, l'immigration nous rendrait minoritaires au Québec à plus ou moins long terme. Et, d'autre part, la refuser baisse notre poids politique dans le Canada, puisqu'on a de moins en moins de députés fédéraux et qu'on compte ainsi beaucoup moins dans la fédération canadienne.

Bref, l’on devient indépendant ou l’on investit massivement dans la francisation et l'intégration des immigrants, donc en éducation. Mais, cela ne semble pas très bien compris de la CAQ qui coupe dans les programmes de francisation. Ça va mal, Mathieu !

C’était mon mot au sujet du texte de Mathieu Bock-Côté, La subvention préférée des patrons, Le Journal de Montréal, 14 octobre 2024 :

https://www.journaldemontreal.com/2024/10/15/la-subvention-preferee-des-patrons

Transports

Je ne déteste pas les autos (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-08, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Vu devant chez moi, Mazda MX-5 Miata 10th Anniversary Edition. Même si je suis dans Communauto et que je plaide pour un usage plus intelligent de l'automobile, ça ne veut pas dire que je déteste les autos. Il y en a de très belles. C'est pareil dans Communauto, comme pour la Kia Niro électrique ou la Chevrolet Bolt E.U.V., des modèles qui ont un petit plus, je trouve.

Comme il y avait des gens autour de la voiture, j’ai essayé des outils de Microsoft et effacé tout ce qui était autour. Assez fier du résultat pour des outils inclus dans Windows 11.

Qui prend le plus d’espace? (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-08, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Je vois des billets Facebook qui parlent de la place que prennent les vélos. Je vous suggère un petit exercice :

Placez 80 personnes dans des voitures sur un coin de rue, avec une personne par véhicule. Placez ensuite 80 personnes dans un autobus, à vélo ou à pied. Dites-moi ensuite qui occupe le plus d’espace et qui crée des embouteillages ! Moi, je dirais les autos.

Agréable, la voiture électrique ! (Michel Handfield, Facebook, 2024-09-08, Societas Criticus, Vol. 26-04)

Voyage à Sorel-Tracy (parc Maisouna) en Kia Niro électrique aujourd'hui.

[herworstday]

90% sure the context of the photos is shia lebeuf's doing (serial abuser)

at least people aren't sharing rihanna's post chris brown photos for "aesthetics" or whatever

but the phenomenon is srsly weird & out of pocket like people sharing paparazzi photos of emma roberts and evan peters arguing

[allyouknowisalie]

Grothendieck’s house in Lasserre. Photograph: Ulrich Lebeuf/MYOP/The Guardian

[possum-tooth]

just watched the shia lebeuf video. girl what era are we fucking in