Stormy night in France : Grumbling Tweets

We had storms for hours during the night, in North of France, a real crocodile line…

This morning I had fun watching the badly written angry French texts on Twitter. Grumbling against elements….

Here are some for you, for no reason. I added mistakes on purpose to translate the ones I found :

This, this is not a storm, it’s Thor who just came on Earth

It’s stormy everyday it’s not even funny any more

The storm he is a little to much angry there

The next one I hear he says “gnia gnia the storm I love it” I signal him

Thank you storm, thanks to you I spent a beautiful three hours night

Rain + storm this is all I hate, I sincerely think to put a man in my life

The storm in the light of day, yes. In the middle of the night : no.

He’s not kidding, the storm

Usually I don’t care about the storm but now it goes too far

I have Netflix and a storm, I lack arms and candies

I’m the only dumb who loves storm

I believe the storm he takes too much the confidence here however

It’s not a storm anymore these are earthquakes there

People who love storm it stays a mystery to me, it makes me I wanna die

I love when there’s a storm like that it appeases me too much

Hi today a storm AGAIN, with forest animals we’ve had enough we will have a manisfestation against the storm clouds. We’ll say “No the the storm clouds, yes to the luminous sun”. And we will block the Poudlard Express.

Storm, what a splendid weather to make love

 

Today we will have more. Twitter #orage.

Have a nice day! Be safe!

 

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Polar Vortex & The SuperBoule

All teachers know it’s impossible to teach or to do anything when it snows.

These little brats are all crazy in the classrooms when they dream of recess time outside in the magic of white. Snowballs, gliding, snowmen…

On Twitter yesterday I felt this excitement within the little world of weather men.

Splitting Polar Vortex“, they say. With a shivering mix between fear and awe.

And “Oh no, not again”…

I remember that the half east of the USA were under cold weather in January. Snow in Florida gave funny pictures.

So if I understand well, this is what is happening :

For a reason (some say it’s global warming), the cold air normally turning around the North Pole becomes a MESS. It’s warmer on the pole, and the icy huge pocket of air can split – parts go down to southern places.

So, another big tongue of polar will invade “again” the USA in February, and another one…

Well : maybe in Russia, maybe in Europa.

#polarvortex could be an hashtag to watch on Twitter. The splitting and the double mess could begin around 10-11 February.

And for the frozening SuperBoule? Les Aigles, ou les Patriotes?

 

Have a nice day!

 

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“It wasn’t a mini-tornado, these don’t exist”

As the weather is a bit stormy these days in France, some trees fell, some houses lost their roof, and you read articles in the press telling about mini-tornadoes, with an explicit picture (you can google.fr “mini tornade”).

Immediately, weather specialists stand up in furia and learnedly explain to the community that “It wasn’t a mini-tornado, these don’t exist”. You see their point : categories, how “real” tornadoes appears, etc.

As if you’d slap your little boy in the face because he plays with cars. “It’s not a car, silly, it’s a toy car!“. Bim!

There is something to notice here, a pattern we should watch closely.

At first you want to say “Breathe, buddy”. This thing looks like a mini-tornado, so why can’t people use this word? What’s the point with definitions, here? Isn’t, like a “toy car”, mini itself enough to say “not real”? What if we obey? It’s not a mini tornado. So what?

 

It’s like a cristallization of our problems with words and reality.

  1. Reality is real. Your house really lost its roof, even if mini-tornadoes “don’t exist”. Words are impartation, values – and names are conferred words.
  2. When we think about someone, we have a bunch of labels all ready, and the person disappears under stickers. It is convenient, but wrong.
  3. We often amalgamate the word and the reality, which deprives us from intelligence. A word closes the box, letting us stuck in stupid simplicity.
  4. What else?

 

“Haecceity” is about Labels on your Forehead, from where I copy paste this :

Deleuze says we are more accurately longitudes and latitudes, a group of different speeds and slownesses, an individual, a singularity, constantly inventing grapes of possibilities, a play of forces or encounters.

 

Thanks for reading!

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