{"id":64,"date":"2012-01-16T08:45:02","date_gmt":"2012-01-16T07:45:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/?p=64"},"modified":"2014-08-18T08:28:50","modified_gmt":"2014-08-18T06:28:50","slug":"reflexion-matinale-n-4813","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/?p=64","title":{"rendered":"R\u00e9flexion matinale n\u00b0 4813"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_toolbar\" href=\"http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/dot.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:5px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_t=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Google Plus\",\"Pinterest\",\"Tumblr\",\"VKontakte\",\"Email\",\"Print\");var hupso_background_t=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border_t=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_toolbar_size_t=\"big\";var hupso_twitter_via = \"BenHowl1\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"BenHowl1\";var hupso_url_t=\"\";var hupso_title_t=\"R\u00e9flexion matinale n\u00b0 4813\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Certains matins je le regarde tourner, comme un con, pendant une minute. Aujourd&rsquo;hui, pendant que mon bol de lait se r\u00e9chauffe dans le micro-ondes, je contemple le verso de la bo\u00eete de Quaker Oats.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">On a la classe ou on l&rsquo;a pas.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/WordPress3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/quaker-oats-e1326699700960.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-63\" title=\"Quaker Oats\" src=\"https:\/\/stupideetcontagieux.net\/WordPress3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/01\/quaker-oats-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Et je me dis que la nana, l\u00e0, \u00e0 droite, c&rsquo;est un fake. Dans son attitude, rien ne colle \u00e0 ce qu&rsquo;elle devrait \u00eatre en train de faire, c&rsquo;est \u00e0 dire, tout simplement, manger des Quaker Oats. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Non, au lieu de \u00e7a, elle se retrouve avec un gueule de conne et un strabisme un brin divergent (doux euph\u00e9misme). <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">On dirait qu&rsquo;elle a vu le loup. Un gros loup, alors. Ou un monstre genre Hulk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Sur la bo\u00eete, toujours, il y a quelques ast\u00e9risques. Des contre-indications?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Regardons \u00e7a de plus pr\u00e8s: la premi\u00e8re * pr\u00e9cise: \u00ab\u00a0dans le cadre d&rsquo;une alimentation vari\u00e9e et \u00e9quilibr\u00e9e et d&rsquo;un mode de vie sain\u00a0\u00bb. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Ici, c&rsquo;est mal barr\u00e9. Dans ce grand foutoir, tout n&rsquo;est que bordel, d\u00e9bauche et d\u00e9cadence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">La deuxi\u00e8me * (ou plut\u00f4t **) indique: \u00ab\u00a0cahiers de nutrition et di\u00e9t\u00e9tique, 2001, ISSN 0007-9960, vol. 36, n\u00b0I., pp56-68\u00a0\u00bb.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">En gros, cultive toi un peu, toi qui n&rsquo;a rien d&rsquo;autre \u00e0 foutre de tes journ\u00e9es que de bloquer sur le verso des bo\u00eetes de c\u00e9r\u00e9ales, bouge tes fesses, va prendre l&rsquo;air, direction la biblioth\u00e8que, et amuse toi \u00e0 chercher ce putain de magazine. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">J&rsquo;ai la chanson d&rsquo;hier soir dans la t\u00eate. <a title=\"Non 4 Blondes - What's up - la chanson de toute une g\u00e9n\u00e9ration\" href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=6NXnxTNIWkc\" target=\"_blank\">Non 4 Blondes &#8211; What&rsquo;s up<\/a>. \u00c0 ranger dans les cat\u00e9gories : \u00ab\u00a0chanson culte de toute une g\u00e9n\u00e9ration (en y r\u00e9fl\u00e9chissant, ce n&rsquo;\u00e9tait pas la mienne)\u00a0\u00bb et \u00ab\u00a0m\u00e9ga-gros tube d&rsquo;un groupe dont on n&rsquo;a jamais plus entendu parler ensuite\u00a0\u00bb. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">La chanson qui m&rsquo;a aid\u00e9 \u00e0 tomber dans les bras de Morph\u00e9e, \u00e0 d\u00e9faut de tomber dans ceux de quelqu&rsquo;un d&rsquo;autre. Je suis d&rsquo;ailleurs persuad\u00e9 que Morph\u00e9e s&rsquo;est \u00e9tal\u00e9e sur tout le long de mon lit King-Size parce que dans mon sommeil aucunement r\u00e9parateur je me suis vraiment senti \u00e0 l&rsquo;\u00e9troit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Non, en fait.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u00ab\u00a0and so I cry sometimes<\/p>\n<p>when I&rsquo;m lying in bed<\/p>\n<p>just to get it all out<\/p>\n<p>what&rsquo;s in my head<\/p>\n<p>and I am feeling a little peculiar<\/p>\n<p>and so I wake in the morning<\/p>\n<p>and I step outside<br \/>\nand I take a deep breath<\/p>\n<p>and I get real high<\/p>\n<p>and I scream at the top of my lungs<\/p>\n<p>what&rsquo;s going on ?<\/p>\n<p>and I say. hey hey hey hey<\/p>\n<p>I said hey. what&rsquo;s going on ?\u00bb<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Un Ohrwurm. Il faut que je pense \u00e0 autre chose, sinon cette chanson va me poursuivre toute la journ\u00e9e. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Tiens, \u00ab\u00a0Ohrwurm\u00a0\u00bb&#8230; je ne sais pas quel est le mot en fran\u00e7ais. \u00ab\u00a0Bourdonnement\u00a0\u00bb? J&rsquo;ai l&rsquo;impression, en tout cas, que l&rsquo;expression idoine dans la langue de Moli\u00e8re et de Patrick S\u00e9bastien n&rsquo;a pas toute la force, toute la po\u00e9sie qu&rsquo;\u00e9voque le mot allemand. \u00ab\u00a0Ohrwurm\u00a0\u00bb: vers d&rsquo;oreille. Pas mal, hein?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Next.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Le micro-ondes sonne, mon lait est pr\u00eat. Je me fais une sorte de porridge &#8211; alors l\u00e0, non seulement le terme est d\u00e9nu\u00e9 de force et de po\u00e9sie, mais en plus je ne sais pas comment l&rsquo;\u00e9crire.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Dans le lait je rajoute mes fuckin&rsquo; Quaker Oats ainsi que du chocolat en poudre Poulain 1848.<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">On a la classe ou on l&rsquo;a pas. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Et au moins, \u00e7a va me tenir le ventre jusqu&rsquo;\u00e0 midi.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">En Next je me fais du Ricor\u00e9. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Je regarde les bo\u00eetes: des id\u00e9es recettes et les informations nutritionnelles. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Des ast\u00e9risques aussi, mais tr\u00e8s terre-\u00e0-terre. Pas du genre \u00e0 partir en live comme celles de la bo\u00eete de Quaker Oats. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">Next, je pense \u00e0 ma bo\u00eete d&rsquo;haricots blancs que je vais utiliser peut-\u00eatre bient\u00f4t, pour nous faire un English Breakfast.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">En Next, enfin, dans mon oreille, le tube de Non 4 Blondes est remplac\u00e9 par les <a title=\"Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Aeroplane\" href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=vV8IAOojoAA&amp;ob=av2e\" target=\"_blank\">Red Hot, Aeroplane<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Sans;\">On a la classe ou on l&rsquo;a pas.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div style=\"padding-bottom:20px; padding-top:10px;\" class=\"hupso-share-buttons\"><!-- Hupso Share Buttons - http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/ --><a class=\"hupso_toolbar\" href=\"http:\/\/www.hupso.com\/share\/\"><img src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/buttons\/dot.png\" style=\"border:0px; padding-top:5px; float:left;\" alt=\"Share Button\"\/><\/a><script type=\"text\/javascript\">var hupso_services_t=new Array(\"Twitter\",\"Facebook\",\"Google Plus\",\"Pinterest\",\"Tumblr\",\"VKontakte\",\"Email\",\"Print\");var hupso_background_t=\"#EAF4FF\";var hupso_border_t=\"#66CCFF\";var hupso_toolbar_size_t=\"big\";var hupso_twitter_via = \"BenHowl1\";var hupso_image_folder_url = \"\";var hupso_twitter_via=\"BenHowl1\";var hupso_url_t=\"\";var hupso_title_t=\"R\u00e9flexion matinale n\u00b0 4813\";<\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"https:\/\/static.hupso.com\/share\/js\/share_toolbar.js\"><\/script><!-- Hupso Share Buttons --><\/div><p>Certains matins je le regarde tourner, comme un con, pendant une minute. Aujourd&rsquo;hui, pendant que mon bol de lait se r\u00e9chauffe dans le micro-ondes, je contemple le verso de la bo\u00eete de Quaker Oats. On a la classe ou on l&rsquo;a pas. Et je me dis que la nana, l\u00e0, \u00e0 droite, c&rsquo;est un fake. 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