Among the ten items of the end of the year written yet because no time and no motivation and c'mon, let me go, I want to party tonight, not to pass a computer saw it's already noon as I'm typing on my keyboard, there is one that is rather urgent, because it will expire very quickly, it's Christmas shopping guide. So here, with some delay, the gifts that I offer this year around me, that I am already offered, which gives me that I would really like, quickly and without pretension, it is even links to Amazon (I touch anything on it), I started this article two weeks ago, now it's too late to deliver on time on Amazon, but who cares actually, this is not because Christmas will soon be behind us that we must go without eating cool stuff like the ones I offer here.
The Gift Poker
Made in Poker - Jules Pochy : I'm sure there are plenty of you who are in the same situation as me: in your family you are labeled as "the guy who plays poker." There is always a uncle to say that "it is fortunate that this game, right? . There is the cousin who asks you laughing if you know Patrick Bruel - me, I'm lucky in recent years, I can answer "yes, indeed I work for him, "which cuts short the sarcasm and leaves room for wide-eyed disbelief. And at Christmas, of course, sure enough, year after year ... We offer gifts "poker" because we said that, as much you like poker, you'll love the stool necessarily poked with a royal flush printed on the padding, the clock poker with a straight flush Royal on the dial, and the book of poker with two bullets found at Carrefour, if so, I've been there, and that shit cluttering up my garbage every morning of December 25. If you're in this situation, you sighed inwardly at the time of delivery of gifts, released a "thank you" polite, because we are still bound to say thank you, while saying that mess, is what offers cartons of cigarettes to lung cancer ? In short, this year I'll cross our fingers so that no one gives me the only gift "poker" I want one I have not managed to get free press service, although it is uncultivated fate, the box that will publish my translation of Lost Vegas (strip bastards!) Jules Pochy is an excellent photographer and videographer (which is good) and a type quite commendable in general (Which is even better). I met him three years ago, the WSOP 2007, when he had to start with Made In Poker Fabrice Soulier, I gave them a blow by writing a daily summary of world championships for their site still in its infancy ( The road was long!) It is now a book coming out Jules of the same name, a collection of his best shots taken on the professional circuit. Even for someone who begins to have the poker up the ass like me, it's just awesome. Photos of Jules are beautiful, and does not confine only to a portrait gallery of guys pulling the face at the poker table. No, these snapshots Vegas, Monte Carlo, London, Macau, and so there something else. Take for example the shots taken at the edge of Vegas, away from the Strip. In these pictures of the desert on the outskirts of the graveyard of neon faded, seedy casinos lowlands of North Vegas, there is despair, emptiness hidden, loss of sense in Sin City that only a watchful eye could capture accurately on film. And in the faces of the players at the table and seized outside, there are real emotions, a current that passes information that is passed with no word being spoken, making unnecessary the legend. A beautiful book, leave it lying on the coffee table, and tend to ask a question that you already heard a thousand times: "But what attracts you in poker? "Not necessarily something very pure, I'm afraid, but we must all live with our contradictions.
A DVD
The Gift Poker
Made in Poker - Jules Pochy : I'm sure there are plenty of you who are in the same situation as me: in your family you are labeled as "the guy who plays poker." There is always a uncle to say that "it is fortunate that this game, right? . There is the cousin who asks you laughing if you know Patrick Bruel - me, I'm lucky in recent years, I can answer "yes, indeed I work for him, "which cuts short the sarcasm and leaves room for wide-eyed disbelief. And at Christmas, of course, sure enough, year after year ... We offer gifts "poker" because we said that, as much you like poker, you'll love the stool necessarily poked with a royal flush printed on the padding, the clock poker with a straight flush Royal on the dial, and the book of poker with two bullets found at Carrefour, if so, I've been there, and that shit cluttering up my garbage every morning of December 25. If you're in this situation, you sighed inwardly at the time of delivery of gifts, released a "thank you" polite, because we are still bound to say thank you, while saying that mess, is what offers cartons of cigarettes to lung cancer ? In short, this year I'll cross our fingers so that no one gives me the only gift "poker" I want one I have not managed to get free press service, although it is uncultivated fate, the box that will publish my translation of Lost Vegas (strip bastards!) Jules Pochy is an excellent photographer and videographer (which is good) and a type quite commendable in general (Which is even better). I met him three years ago, the WSOP 2007, when he had to start with Made In Poker Fabrice Soulier, I gave them a blow by writing a daily summary of world championships for their site still in its infancy ( The road was long!) It is now a book coming out Jules of the same name, a collection of his best shots taken on the professional circuit. Even for someone who begins to have the poker up the ass like me, it's just awesome. Photos of Jules are beautiful, and does not confine only to a portrait gallery of guys pulling the face at the poker table. No, these snapshots Vegas, Monte Carlo, London, Macau, and so there something else. Take for example the shots taken at the edge of Vegas, away from the Strip. In these pictures of the desert on the outskirts of the graveyard of neon faded, seedy casinos lowlands of North Vegas, there is despair, emptiness hidden, loss of sense in Sin City that only a watchful eye could capture accurately on film. And in the faces of the players at the table and seized outside, there are real emotions, a current that passes information that is passed with no word being spoken, making unnecessary the legend. A beautiful book, leave it lying on the coffee table, and tend to ask a question that you already heard a thousand times: "But what attracts you in poker? "Not necessarily something very pure, I'm afraid, but we must all live with our contradictions.
A DVD
ENTER THE VOID - Gaspar Noe : Attention big slap in the mouth, powerful, leaving marks. Occasionally, not often, a filmmaker we offer a complete work, a personal vision, something that comes out of the ordinary, which takes you through tripe from the generic intro and leave you unable to breathe, until the last breath in pictures. The latest film by Gaspard Noe is this race here. A reflection on death, the effect it has on people around you, with drugs as a vehicle. No need to take to soar to Enter the Void: the bad trip is inevitable, and exquisitely painful. When the first scene, the hero - filmed with a subjective camera and we never quit, we never will (almost) the entire film - hallucinogenic smokes, it takes off with him, fractals invade the screen, time distorts, stretches, and there is already a prisoner, unable to press the pause button to go pee, the hypnosis session began. When a scene later, he is shot by police in Tokyo, it was bad for him, even after seeing tens of thousands die type film, this bullet here is painful, we feel that the hole piercing, and the life that escapes him. But the guy refuses to die, and then begins a terrifying journey. Almost three hours, somewhere between reality and beyond, shaking his head in all directions. It's very raw (it are plenty of hardcore scenes including one that you never, never seen elsewhere), it will not please everyone, many will even suck, the actors' performance is uneven, but what I did seen anything like it since, pfff, Fight Club? A disc
An introduction to Elliot Smith : Loss, loss, pain, failure, addiction, separation, maternal conflict, loneliness, depression: the songs of Elliot Smith speak than this. And if I tell you that the life of this tormented man highly ended at the age 34 years with two knives planted by him in the heart area, you will conclude that this compilation browsing decade career is far from the ideal soundtrack for a family Christmas cheerful and positive. And yet, though. It's been a while since I had not heard of pop music as simple, light and captivating. Could not resist: this disc will appeal to anyone who likes the Beatles, so to everyone. Especially recommended for those who do not go super well right now, but are convinced that one day near, it will get better, it was just a small drop in speed transient, have me a little smile, here, here, is better. What do you mean I'm talking about me? Tsk. A book
map and territory - Michel Houellebecq : It's a bit difficult to talk about books by Michel Houellebecq, who has just won a prize Goncourt ten years behind. Too close to me, too intimate. Explain why reading his first novel, the late high school, changed my life forever, it would reveal more about myself whether I have really wanted. For me, Houellebecq is a writer, but a master suggests, is a strong word but I see no other. And his books are not novels. They are much more than that decoding grid of the modern Western world, the voice of reason amid the surrounding mediocrity, and as I'm concerned, a literary form of therapy that made me the frustrations of the transition to the adulthood a little less painful. A reading which is spring turned dark but not completely hopeless. Houellebecq is merciless in his description of modern human relationships, but it still, thankfully, a small glimmer of hope when our species. And what is good writing. It sounds simple to write in as streamlined, but what it must be difficult. We will speak again in a hundred years of Houellebecq. Finally, although the literature still want to say something in a hundred years, which is far from certain, relative to the implosion of the capitalist system, melting ice and nuclear weapons that go well end up farting somewhere someday .
A comic
Notes - Boulet (5 volumes) : I would be hard to explain why I love comics Boulet. These are the only ones that I read since the end of Calvin & Hobbes and unspeakable. These Notes are in fact the compilation (or full?) Boards that Boulet publishes regularly on his blog . So, if you're stingy, no need to buy the paper version, you can just read the blog to the eye. But being a cheapskate, it's still a bit stupid, because it deprives a party of pleasure, that of touching the paper between your fingers. Rather die than put me to read a book about an iPad, it will happen to make me replace my hundreds of dusty old books, bulky and smelly old age for a Tablet PC to the con is not yet born. But I digress. Read Boulet, his chronicles real or fictitious, follow him in his travels around the world, its woes professional cartoonist, his observations about the world around it, bottom corner of the street at the bar at supermarket in the courtyard of the building, its universe populated by monsters friendly, animals talking funny and real people.
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