I'm still blocked somewhere at the middle of the Pacific ocean,
but I decided to raise the head.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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Thursday, February 5, 2009
My Google earth tour - Toward Bering Strait
One hundred forty-seventh minute. Beautiful dark spot on the horizon.
One hundred fifty-seventh minute. I'm bored.
One hundred sixty-fifth minute.
I watches for the horizon with the hope to see the earth.
But I only see mirages.
One hundred sixty-seventh minute. This beautiful dark stain should be immortalized.
One hundred seventy-third minute. I begin to yawn and find this expedition very absurd.
I would be able to accelerate, but I want to suffer the time of travel. That's my rule and that's my luxury. Around me there are many people very creditworthy, they fly as if they were taking the bus. They seem to come back from the Amazon forest as if they were returning from the Molard square. My luxury to me is being able to shout: - "Earth!"
One hundred and eighty-fifth minute. I'm bored, so I decide to do some of administration. I begin by opening the envelope of the next federal and cantonal votes. Ho! The earth!!!!
One hundred eighty four ninth minute. All is green !
In the distance I see a sort of airstrip.
How strange. What is it?
An extraterrestrial landing runway ?
A place that has not yet been mapped I suppose.
In fact, I see that there are several airstrips.
At the middle right, a lake whose form evoke a fellow who smokes a pipe.
He has a tail too.
Geographic synapse. Contact area between Asia and America.
It is here that my ancestors had passed, very long time ago.
The hair that my hairdresser has cut off and swept this morning comes from here.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My Google earth tour - Toward green line
I had many technicals problems today with Google earth. The software didn't work because of a trouble between compatibility of the new software and my obsolete computer. So finally I downloaded the penultimate version.
I have to go to the hairdresser. I'm happy because I have an appointement with my heardresser tomorrow morning, and it's precisely tomorrow that I think arrive at Bering Strait. Isn't a funny coincidence ?
Who never dream to fly ?
It's marvellous ! I'm a wild goose.
I don't know what is it, but it's beautiful.
One hundred and fifteenth minute. Slabs of ice ?
One hundred eighteenth minute. Hoooooo ! The sea !
From here I start probably a long and monotonous trip on the sea.
One hundred and thirty fourth minute. It is about 25 minutes that I fly over an uniform sea. I begins to yawn and fall asleep.
One hundred and forty third minute. Ho ! Finally the Green line !
It was a long trip today.
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