Un petit clip vidéo de la chanson Pou ou mamzel de Dominique Barret, en direct de notre "île soeur", La Réunion.
Chanson phare de l'été de quelle année déjà, Telle...2003? Le séga réunionnais ne bat en aucune manière, avouons-le, celui de l'île Maurice mais on sait tout de même l'apprécier à sa juste valeur.
Souvenirs de ce bel été à Maurice...un séjour inoubliable, des moments agréables de fous rires à Trou-aux-Biches avec mes deux "fofolles" adorées, Telle et Sand.
J'suis tombée par hasard sur cette chanson et, qui plus est, mon cousin (quasiment un frère) s'est marié aujourd'hui avec une réunionnaise. Un "Oté La Réunion" est donc de mise puisque c'est maintenant une île soeur dans le vrai sens du terme. Pour vous, Pas et Pris... :)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Avatar
Well, after over a week of trying, we finally made it to the long-awaited movie, Avatar, in 3D. And it was totally worth the wait and bucks. For someone who's not particularly tech-savvy, I was very impressed. I probably didn't pay as much attention to the type of images, sounds (ETC.!) as the guys did but I was definitely wowed by James Cameron's imagination and creativity. To invent this place called Pandora and to create the language and design the life form of its inhabitants, the Na'vis. On a different scale, it almost measures up to the likes of J.K. Rowling and J.R. Tolkien.
Granted, it's not everybody's cup of tea and maybe it's because les goûts et les couleurs ne se discutent pas, all a question of tastes. But it could also be that as technology evolves, consumers' expectations rise and it's an increasingly tough job to impress us, movie aficionados.
Granted, it's not everybody's cup of tea and maybe it's because les goûts et les couleurs ne se discutent pas, all a question of tastes. But it could also be that as technology evolves, consumers' expectations rise and it's an increasingly tough job to impress us, movie aficionados.
Friday, December 25, 2009
It's not a white Christmas...
I had a thought yesterday. Are people losing sight of the true meaning of Christmas? I mean seriously. Christmas time gets more commercial every minute. It's not all about Christmas gifts...
Bah! Now's not the time to argue about that..It's Christmas, time to rejoice and have fun with the the dear ones!
Merry Christmas!
Joyeux Noel!
Feliz Navidad!
Bah! Now's not the time to argue about that..It's Christmas, time to rejoice and have fun with the the dear ones!
Merry Christmas!
Joyeux Noel!
Feliz Navidad!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Sunday cooking
Growing up, Sundays used to be very special in our family. My grandma usually did most of the cooking. Sunday dinners however, were my mom's...her turn to take over the kitchen. And took over she did...I'm always amazed to watch her go about in the kitchen, whenever I'm lucky to be with and around her that is. Not that my grandma's cooking was anything short of awesome...I come from a family of great cooks, from the grandmas to the aunts, including the occasional uncle and even dad for AT LEAST his unique crab and briani recipes. But how can I explain..to my brother and me: my mom is simply the best cook in the world! (yes who doesn't say that of their mother..but it's true!)
Now that we are thousands of kilometres from home, I've tried, in as much as possible of course, to maintain the tradition and cook special dishes on Sundays. I haven't always been a fan of cooking, mostly because I've never had to do any before living on my own. I was lucky: in Mauritius, there was always popo and mom and here, for several years, there was yeeyee, the great cooks whom I've watched and tried to learn from. I wish I had challenged my inner cook a long time ago but I guess having started 5 years ago, it was not too late.
I think it's important that we ensure traditions, or if you'd like to call them "just good old comforting habits", stand the test of time. My mom may never have made the salmon en papillote, pasta with mushrooms and pesto and sauteed asparagus I made for dinner today, but special mealtimes like these - for no specific occasion - do evoke wonderful childhood memories that keep us going even in the harshest temperatures...
As Julia Child would say: "Bon appetit!"
Now that we are thousands of kilometres from home, I've tried, in as much as possible of course, to maintain the tradition and cook special dishes on Sundays. I haven't always been a fan of cooking, mostly because I've never had to do any before living on my own. I was lucky: in Mauritius, there was always popo and mom and here, for several years, there was yeeyee, the great cooks whom I've watched and tried to learn from. I wish I had challenged my inner cook a long time ago but I guess having started 5 years ago, it was not too late.
I think it's important that we ensure traditions, or if you'd like to call them "just good old comforting habits", stand the test of time. My mom may never have made the salmon en papillote, pasta with mushrooms and pesto and sauteed asparagus I made for dinner today, but special mealtimes like these - for no specific occasion - do evoke wonderful childhood memories that keep us going even in the harshest temperatures...
As Julia Child would say: "Bon appetit!"
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Serendipity
Tonight, for the first time in a long time, I feel very inspired...to write again. Walking back home earlier, I didn't mind being out in the snowfall. Amazingly, I actually enjoyed the snow flakes brushing my face. With the Christmas lights and decorations out, it was so beautiful I couldn't remain indifferent if I tried.
Like my good friend, Kenzie, put it: "J'ai l'impression qu'on est à New York et que tout cela sort directement du film, Serendipity!". Yes, she was right: there's definitely something serendipitous in the air. What the heck, it probably has something to do with the fact that we just watched The Princess and the Frog. How can one resist falling in love with those inviting, merry Disney characters that were created to fall in love with each other in the first place? It felt ridiculously safe and warm for that hour and a half to be part of a story with a happy ending (I just love a Disney movie!). The message was well received...the children WILL dream and the weary WILL tear down their cynical walls, if only for a short while. And in times like these, it's wonderful to step back from it all and indulge in some fantasy of our own, albeit vicariously.
Maybe it's the magic of the first snowfalls, or the hopeful, happy ending (or the beers earlier?)...
But I like to think that serendipity tonight could just be the sudden realization that no matter how we feel, what we do or where we are; it's comforting to know that there's at least one person out there somewhere who's thinking of us and loving us. It could be anyone, but all it takes is one...
Like my good friend, Kenzie, put it: "J'ai l'impression qu'on est à New York et que tout cela sort directement du film, Serendipity!". Yes, she was right: there's definitely something serendipitous in the air. What the heck, it probably has something to do with the fact that we just watched The Princess and the Frog. How can one resist falling in love with those inviting, merry Disney characters that were created to fall in love with each other in the first place? It felt ridiculously safe and warm for that hour and a half to be part of a story with a happy ending (I just love a Disney movie!). The message was well received...the children WILL dream and the weary WILL tear down their cynical walls, if only for a short while. And in times like these, it's wonderful to step back from it all and indulge in some fantasy of our own, albeit vicariously.
Maybe it's the magic of the first snowfalls, or the hopeful, happy ending (or the beers earlier?)...
But I like to think that serendipity tonight could just be the sudden realization that no matter how we feel, what we do or where we are; it's comforting to know that there's at least one person out there somewhere who's thinking of us and loving us. It could be anyone, but all it takes is one...
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