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It's been a while, honey! Sit down…

Hi, it's been a while, right? Why don't you sit down? I think it's best if you do.

So, it's the third time, already. First time in 2002. Second time in 2003. Third time. I told you.

Listen, I've been off the hook for the last couple of years. I think I've had good reasons. Anyways, I'm posting this to say that I've realized that once again, the French guys will have to come to the rescue. It's been very pretentious anyways, to think that anything far-reaching could have been discussed, negotiated in anything else than French. So, yeah, I guess, I'm writing this because, we won't be talking again, darling. Not in English (maybe it will be translated later, but nothing original). Nothing important (maybe tweets and answers to stuff, but not the important things). French is my mother tongue, and I'm so glad it is, realizing that it is the language in which pretty much everything that defines our modernity has been first written. English is fast, simple, efficient… but cheap.

But hey, just for you, I've restored, back to their full Movable Type 2.661 glory and original URIs, some of the English posts I've written back then. Complete with comments, and soon, trackbacks and pings. Only the posts I now need to publish the follow-up to all this will be restored at first. I did it the long and right way : Drupal+Disqus (and maybe soon, something completely out there, along the lines of OStatus, with the complicity of Robin, will replace Disqus). It felt like scrubbing some long lost prints of Tarkovsky for some Criterion re-edition. Yes, that's how high I think of myself, fuck you very much. Anyway, here they are (I might be missing some, I will add here later) :

And is it a coincidence that Karl Dubost decided to get naked this very month (the URL for his blog re-design reads Undress me)? Means nothing you say? Well, I clearly remember the same, yet a little less zen-ish Karl Dubost screaming Without ME!!!!! on my now infamous Formal Nakedness post.

And is it a coincidence that Neal Stephenson all but wrote in French is latest novel, Anathem, essentially about discretization, set on a planet called Arbre, and where he names by name Gödel, Jules Vernes, and other Saunts, and where the scientists live in a peaceful benedictine-inspired collegiality called a concent?

And finally, may I ask, is it any fucking coincidence that the trailer for the 25-minute-of-lost-footage-bonused print of Fritz Lang's Metropolis, the post-humanist manifesto before post-humanism even existed as a word, was released just two days ago?

I wonder…

Hello World 3, Saturday, April 24 2010 at 6:11PM,

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