Actually, this song is about email. Patton is kind of obsessed with the idea of how people can communicate and have relationships over the computer without talking or ever meeting. So this is an extreme version of that concept. Funny thing is...the image of someone sitting naked in front of a computer might not have made sense to people a few years ago, but now everybody knows what it means. It’s become part of our culture.

— Billy Gould, Faith No More Quotes, 1997

My box is full
And my mouth is full
And my life is full

Until the memory’s full
In how many ways, words
Can you say nothing
In millions of ways, words
To say nothing
In how many ways, words
Can you say nothing
In millions of ways, words

What’d I say? I’m empty.

I bought the thing
I taught the thing
And I fought the thing

They said it’s normal
But they’re keeping me dumb, hot
You’re missing something
Keeping me dumb, hot
You must be missing something
Keeping me dumb, hot
You’re missing something
Keeping me dumb, hot

What’d I say? I’m empty.

And I’m sending it back to you

Simon Houriez, fondateur de l’association Signes de sens rappelle que de grandes innovations adoptées par le plus grand nombre ont d’abord été pensées pour le handicap (la télécommande, le vibreur du téléphone…).

Son propos est de montrer qu’en travaillant sur des innovations à destination de personnes handicapées, elles peuvent s’inscrire dans une démarche de conception universelle. Il nous montre Ben le Koala, à l’origine une application pour enseigner à des personnes autistes des gestes quotidiens (se laver les mains, les dents) et utilisée par énormément de parents, simplement parce qu’elle fait bien son travail !

De même il travaille en ce moment sur infos-accessibles.fr, site d’accompagnement pour les démarches administratives quand on a du mal à comprendre l’administration (ce qui concerne une grande partie de la population, au final). En partant de difficultés cognitives, ce site extrapole pour l’ensemble du public.

-- Stéphane Deschamps & Jennifer Rebesco  : «  Futur.e.s in Paris, édition 2018  »

This stay has been a thoughts challenging experience on many levels, as lighting up the bonfire out of scraps brought on the beach by the sea is not exactly the most environmental friendly idea I had in mind, but when you’re far from everything, you have to think differently based on what you have at hands. We also talked about health systems and the cancer industry, and how chemotherapy is forced onto people, when less invasive methods can actually work. Considering the recent stories from my family and close friends, the conversation definitely rang a bell.

These were 4 days of absolute tranquillity (albeit a lot of talking). I remember lying down on the beach, watching the cloudy sky, closing my eyes for a while and opening them to a clear starry sky… It is the first time, when looking at the sky, that I fell I’m lying on a place that belongs to a way bigger whole, instead of watching a panoramic image of stars. It is a good feeling…

This is the beach where we would watch fishermen patiently practising their craft at night, in the distance…

A lot of talking, a lot of cooking and a lot of eating, with all the stories that came with S.’ delicious food. Stories about mapanas and tarantulas when the mangrove is flooding the area… The home-made madeleines, the monitor lizards hunting for Chirimoya, the hot chocolate, the Bollo slices fried in coconut oil, the fallen mangoes from the numerous surrounding trees and the subsequent nectar extracted with her magic machine. This really makes me feel I should dive deeper into cooking and baking. So many combinations of colours and tastes, like… Try to mix spirulina with garlic for example!

The food was not the only upside, as I came to live with beautiful toches, a whip spider that really didn’t want to leave my room, blue crabs hiding in their holes on both sides of the path as I walked by, creating some really weird animated scenery, tiny asymmetric clawed crabs, pelicans flying low over the water for fishing, a few big and small lizards, with short or long legs, and a dead tarantula falling from the roof, right in front of us (why here and then?)…

G., a friend of S., lead me to the gigantic “tree of the witches” (misbehaving kids were threatened to be sent there), more recently called the “tree of the wishes”, where weird slimy things were falling on me… Needless to say I didn’t stay long.

One of the moments I will keep with me forever is that night where I was seating on the beach alone (There is mostly crabs out there), watching the storms on Panama and around the bay, lighting the entirety of the sky and the sea, casting moving shadows as the waves got stronger with their approaching winds, thunder mixing its rumble with the sound of waves crashing on the shore…

I left this wild heaven to head for Santa Marta, through Tolú, where Y. helped me to find a place for the night I planned to stay there, then Cartagena.

Estoy limpiando pestañas, y encontré una búsqueda con este dicho que yo vi imprimido en una camiseta que me gusto, en Oaxaca. No sé porque esta frase me gustaba porque no pude entender nada de español en este tiempo. :)

Entre flores nos reciben y entre ellas despiden

No entendí su significación en este tiempo, pero en retrospectiva, esta frase estaba muy justa sobre el inicio y también el final.