Mozart à la bouteille de bière, fallait oser, ils l’ont fait

Pour les amateurs, vous trouverez sur youtube ces jeunes jouant aussi bien Oasis que les Beatles. Rock’n'Roll baby.

World is moving too fast. What do I mean by “too fast”. What is the speed where it get too fast ? 60mph ? 200 mph ?

World is moving too fast when a single human can’t influence on it anymore. World is made from humans. If the basic composing piece can’t change anything anymore, what’s the point ?

Of course, moving faster means more evolutions, better choice, more experiments. At least, if we are going to crash in a wall (pollution, nuclear war…) we won’t have to wait too long (thx Mr. Bush).

Is it really a bad thing we are going so fast one can’t match anymore ? Gutenberg bring the print, litterature spread worlwide… Was it a bad thing. From the POV of churchs, yes. People’s POV: one of the best thing. But that revolution served the world.

When on a ambulance, going fast can save a life, going too fast can kills many. That’s the point. We’re going too fast, like a teenager discovering the shift stick and sticking to the 5th, going wild on road.

How did I came to this opinion ? I had many projects thoses last months. All of them get down, at nearly launch state, because big organizations or companies overtaken me. They had the financial, PR, human power I didn’t. My projects were simple, well packed and they were blowed away by bigger.

Yeah, I’m certainly complaining on nothing as it has never been so easy as now for a single person (or a few people) to launch big ideas. Look at Google or … hum, only Google comes to my mind BUT it’s also never been so easy to be overtaken! So unfair.

I’m only 24, I shouldn’t be scared by all this. So, what’s wrong with me ?

Boire une Guinness dans un verre Hinano alors qu’il fait 27° dehors (on est quand même 23:00 …), bosser sur son nouvel écran avec pleins de pouces … Tahitian Work Style

Il est 05:36. La nuit commence à se retirer. Doucement mais sûrement, le jour va se réveiller, Rê aura une fois de plus triompher d’Apophis. De mon côté, les dernières brides de procrastination semblent accepter leur inéluctable défaite: c’est pendant les vacances que je travaille le mieux/plus

Triste ironie mais plus il y a d’épines, plus jolie est la rose, n’est-ce pas ?

Non!? Ah. Tant pis.