POST-IT – Les open-space parisiens se déclarent la guerre

Le topo: des geeks qui ne fument pas (ou peut-être tentent d’arrêter) font de leurs pauses journalières une séance de créativité de groupe… interactive.

Original, je ne sais pas, esthétique oui parfois, amusant définitivement. À quand le combat inter-immeuble dans le Montréal des affaires?

Source: http://bigbrowser.blog.lemonde.fr/2011/08/01/post-it-les-open-space-parisiens-se-declarent-la-guerre/

Day 07 – A picture of your most treasured item

Snoopy - Peanuts on Parade, St-Paul

Mr. Snoopy is  currently in vacation. His grey fur needs to be washed and you’d find him sad without his nose.
I’d rather like to show a photo of his youth instead.

Snoopy is my most treasured item. I guess that nowadays, you could buy it for nothing. But my Snoopy is 29 years old, as I am, and has flown over the Atlantic Ocean, has comfort me long nights, has been a cushion for  me when I review things for university… His brand new career is to entertain C.’s mornings.

I am not so fond of my items usually and could give or borrow them without pain. But Snoopy.
I know if someday I loose him, I will be as sad as a baby who looses his favourite teddy bear!

Day 2 : A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest

I met Anne-Lise at Senior High School (lycée in French). We quickly became friend and still we are 15 years later.

Naturally, she is now the godmother of Charles. One of. Because he’s got 2 actually.

I love her like I may love a sister, but I do not have sister, so I figure out this love is a sort of?

I just hope to keep her in my life long time. And see her in Canada soon!


Un dimanche midi comme un autre.

Maman boit le jus de son demi pamplemousse qu’elle vient de manger avec C.
C. ouvre la bouche, son signe pour « j’en veux moi aussi! ».
Maman fait boire le jus de son demi pamplemousse qu’elle vient de manger à C.
C. fait hmmm et en réclame encore.
Maman ne boit plus le jus de son demi pamplemousse qu’elle vient de manger. C’est C. qui le boit…

Et après maman se demande pourquoi C. semble survolté.