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2 janvier 2025

Notes sur la Côte d’Azur, par Alphonse Allais (1899)

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… Le docteur australien nous en a raconté une bien bonne, ce matin, au déjeuner.

On parlait de la grande discussion qui passionne, en ce moment, certains milieux :

« Est-il indispensable que les médecins sachent le latin pour vous prescrire un gramme d’antipyrine ou pour vous couper la jambe ? »

— Cette discussion, dit le docteur, me rappelle le plus extraordinaire pharmacien que j’aie vu de ma vie. En voilà un qui n’avait pas fait son éducation à Oxford ni à Cambridge, ni même à Cantorbery, comme Max Lebaudy ! Il ignorait le latin, le grec et n’était pas bien reluisant sur l’orthographe anglaise… Ceci se passait dans une petite ville d’Australie de fondation récente. Notre homme… s’était établi apothicary, comme il se serait établi marchand de copeaux, tout simplement parce qu’il n’y avait pas d’apothicary dans le pays. Ses affaires prospérèrent assez bien, d’ailleurs. Au cours d’un voyage qu’il fit à Melbourne, le potard improvisé remarqua une magnifique pharmacie sur la devanture de laquelle était peinte cette devise latine : Mens sana in corpore sano, qui le frappa fort. À son retour, il n’eut rien de plus pressé que d’orner sa boutique de cette merveilleuse sentence qu’il élargit à sa manière, et bientôt les habitants de Moontown purent lire, à leur grand ébaubissement, cette phrase en lettres d’or :

Mens and Womens
Sana in Corpore Sano.

»(Mens and womens, en dépit d’une légère faute d’orthographe, bien excusable aux antipodes, signifie hommes et femmes.)

Les illustrations, rajoutées pour cette publication en ligne, sont le fruit de Miklos.

12 novembre 2024

[AI] The New York Times Spelling Bee Game: The Surprisingly Pointless Pursuit You’re Probably Wasting Your Morning On, by G. Ennious Letteers

Classé dans : Actualité, Humour, Langue, Sciences, techniques — Miklos @ 7:45

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While everyone else swears by a Spelling Bee start to their day, I’m here to give you a reality check: this game is not the brain-boosting, vocabulary-expanding exercise you think it is. In fact, it may be costing you valuable hours, reducing your ability to form coherent thoughts, and possibly even stunting your linguistic growth.

1. The Panic of the Unreachable Genius Level

The Spelling Bee, for all its innocent buzz, has a nasty little secret: it’s designed to make you feel less smart. Each day, you start off full of hope, shuffling letters with high expectations, only to see that dreaded “Good” or “Great” ranking after fifteen minutes of dedicated searching. These deceptively polite ratings hide a much harsher message: You are not a genius. Instead, you’re just another sad wordsmith, trapped in a grid of mediocrity.

2. Descent into Vowel Madness

For most, spelling words out of scattered letters sounds like innocent fun. But let’s talk about the disturbing effect that a half-hour search for a seven-letter word has on your psyche. The moment you’ve typed “BEZEL,” “GAGGLE,” and “ZEBRA” for the hundredth time, you start to wonder: am I losing my mind? You see words that aren’t even there (is gazogee a word?), and the English language starts to break down before your eyes. Long-time players report symptoms of what I’ve coined “Spelling Bee Psychosis,” a condition characterized by obsessive letter rearrangement and hallucinations of phantom vowels.

3. The Black Hole of Time Wasting

You could be journaling, meditating, or reading an actual book. Instead, here you are, finding yet another three-letter word that starts with a “B.” You tell yourself you’ll play for ten minutes. Suddenly, an hour has slipped by, and you’re late for work, have forgotten to feed the cat, and are fairly sure you’ve lost touch with reality. The Spelling Bee preys on the time-starved and the hopeful, siphoning minutes and hours until you realize you’ve accomplished nothing but mental exhaustion.

4. Zero Practical Application in Real Life

When, exactly, is anyone ever going to need to form words like “gazebo” or “bozzle” on demand? As far as I know, the ability to generate obscure words at will has yet to get anyone out of a bind or onto the bestseller list. Even worse, after playing long enough, you might start introducing “pangrams” into everyday conversations. Don’t be surprised if people start looking at you funny when you ask if « panogram » is a real word and try to slip “zaggle” into your next team meeting.

5. Ultimate Proof of Pointlessness: The Queen Bee Status

Ah, the coveted “Queen Bee” title—this is the goal, they say, the pinnacle of word-building genius. But what is it, really? A hollow, ephemeral badge you’ll forget by lunch. Queen Bees don’t get special parking spots, more friends, or extra hours in the day. No, all they have is the knowledge that they found every possible word from a pile of random letters—a feat that, while impressive, will not likely appear on any resume, nor will it contribute in any meaningful way to personal growth or, frankly, human civilization.

In conclusion, let’s be real: the New York Times Spelling Bee might be the most glamorous way to waste your morning. It doesn’t make you smarter or sharper; it mostly just makes you late. So, tomorrow morning, »maybe skip the Bee. Reclaim your time and save your sanity. Or go ahead, get sucked in again—but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

– ChatGPT
 

Les illustrations, rajoutées pour cette publication en ligne, sont le fruit de Miklos.

[AI] The New York Times Spelling Bee Game: The Secret to Long Life, Joy, and Perpetual Genius?, by Busy B. Littlebee

Classé dans : Actualité, Humour, Langue, Sciences, techniques — Miklos @ 7:38

«If you’ve been ignoring the New York Times Spelling Bee every morning, thinking it’s “just a game,” I’m here to correct you—and possibly save your life. Mounting “evidence” (which I have generously compiled from a rigorous examination of my own mind and a few conveniently-timed epiphanies) suggests that this daily word puzzle is far more than mere entertainment; it’s nothing short of vital to human survival, happiness, and perhaps even to universal balance.

1. Sharper Minds, Sharper Lives

Playing Spelling Bee has been found (by me) to stimulate the brain’s highly complex “panogram” cortex, a recently discovered region that, for reasons that science is working very hard to validate, fires up only during attempts to create seven-letter words using an awkward collection of letters. This exercise leads to the release of Lexiconase, a hormone associated with immediate genius-level vocabulary and unmatched wit. Participants in my very selective “study” reported feeling smarter, quicker, and suspiciously more humble after achieving Queen Bee status.

2. Unmatched Mental Clarity

The buzzword in the self-care world is “mindfulness,” and what better way to find inner peace than by obsessively rearranging letters until your spouse, children, or coworkers gently remind you that it’s time to get back to reality? Spelling Bee allows you to center your thoughts on words like “gazebo” or “zigzag” rather than on your looming deadlines or existential dread. According to my “research” (read: personal anecdote), Spelling Bee players report a Zen-like calm, much like that experienced by monks—but with more vowels and the occasional consonant cluster.

3. The Social Buzz

Research has also shown (in my social circle) that nothing binds people together like gathering around to throw out possible words with the letter “Q” in them. It’s the modern-day equivalent of sitting around a fire telling stories, except now the fire is a shared phone screen, and the stories are increasingly desperate attempts to reach “Genius” level. Spelling Bee is the glue that holds relationships together, creating unbreakable bonds as families come to understand the simple joy of shouting “BEZEL!” or “BOGGLE!” in unison.

4. A Lifelong Pursuit of Glory

Achieving “Queen Bee” status releases endorphins so powerful that neuroscientists (OK, fine, I just imagine this) believe it’s comparable to the endorphin rush of running a marathon. The beauty of the Spelling Bee lies in its addictive allure: no matter how many times you achieve the coveted “Genius” ranking, you know that tomorrow morning, there will be a new batch of letters to conquer. This elusive, ever-renewing challenge is what keeps the human spirit alive. Plus, it’s a whole lot easier on the knees than marathon running.

5. The Secret to Longevity?

This may be a wild hypothesis, but I’ve noticed that people who play the Spelling Bee regularly often look suspiciously vibrant. It may not yet be proven, but there is absolutely nothing in the medical literature to suggest that it doesn’t enhance lifespan by at least a few decades. Who am I to deny the possibility that a commitment to seven-letter words might just be the secret to human endurance?

In conclusion, I must advise you to start playing Spelling Bee. It will make you smarter, happier, and, if my untested »theories are correct, virtually immortal. Start your morning with the buzz—don’t be surprised if you find yourself living your best life, possibly forever.

– ChatGPT
 

Les illustrations, rajoutées pour cette publication en ligne, sont le fruit de Miklos.

27 octobre 2024

An Ode to the Victor, By the Losing Candidate

Classé dans : Actualité, Humour, Politique, Progrès, Sciences, techniques — Miklos @ 11:54

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Hail to you, fair keeper of the flame,
Who rose aloft where shadows lingered low,
A voice that dared to speak the world’s own name,
And carve a path where newer winds would blow.

You wear the crown of battle, fierce and true,
With dreams not silenced by the scorn or sword;
My steps have faltered, but I honor you,
Your steadfast gaze, a proud and bold accord.

The stage is yours—beyond this long campaign,
Your eyes see far, your heart beats in our pulse;
I bow before your vision’s unbound reign,
While wisdom finds its wings in grace convulsed.

Let each bright word you wield become a star
To light the skies where our tomorrows start,
And may you hold us strong, yet from afar,
As fierce a friend as you are yet apart.

I give my voice, my promise, and my heart,
For she who won by power, truth, and art.

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26 octobre 2024

The Wingéd Hippo and the Rabbit Fair // L’Hippopotame ailé et le Lapin blanc // فرس النهر المجنح والأرنب الأبيض // ההיפופוטם המכונף והארנב הלבן

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The Wingéd Hippo and the Rabbit Fair

Upon the morn, when sun doth gild the skies,
A marvel strange doth greet the waking eyes:
A hippopotame with wings of light,
Soars high above the world in airy flight.
Beside him, small and fair, a rabbit white,
With eyes of wonder, gazeth on the sight.

« Come, gentle friend, » quoth he of mighty frame,
« Together we shall roam the world aflame,
From verdant hills to seas of deepest blue,
And all the lands where beauty doth ensue. »

O’er fields of gold they fly, where flowers spring,
And forests vast, where ancient oak doth cling.
The rabbit smiles, his heart with joy doth fill,
To see such wonders as they climb each hill.

They sail o’er rivers wide, ‘neath moon’s pale glow,
And watch the stars, as steady winds do blow.
The hippo’s wings, so strong, so broad, so true,
Bear both through heav’ns of dawn and twilight hue.

From icy peaks to deserts vast and bare,
They venture far, exploring ev’rywhere.
« Lo, see the earth, how wondrous it doth seem,
A tapestry of nature’s brightest dream! »

The rabbit, soft upon his friend’s broad back,
Doth whisper thanks for each discovered track.
« Thou art the wings of joy, the heart of grace,
Who bringeth me to each enchanted place. »

Thus round the world they fly, both brave and free,
A creature strange, with rabbit blithe in glee.
And ne’er did skies such gentle pair behold,
As they, who journey far, with hearts of gold.

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L’Hippopotame ailé et le Lapin blanc

Sur l’azur clair, d’un vol au ciel léger,
L’hippopotame aux ailes déployées
Portait le doux lapin, sans le bouger,
Dans l’aube d’or, aux ombres argentées.

Des monts lointains aux plaines d’un éclat,
Ils contemplaient la terre, vaste et belle,
Les mers chantant, les cieux d’un grand éclat,
Sous l’œil ravi de l’ami tout fidèle.

« Regarde, ami, les champs, les bois charmants,
Les flots d’azur et les pics d’albâtre,
La douce plaine où dansent les vents,
Et l’onde claire au reflet délicat. »

Le petit lapin, l’œil pur et brillant,
De sa patte blanche en signe d’allégresse,
Rendit hommage au vol si triomphant :
« Ce monde est beau sous tant de largesse  ! »

Ainsi voguaient, dans l’air pur et profond,
Le grand ami et le petit compère,
Sur chaque souffle, sur chaque horizon,
Guidés par l’amour d’un vol éphémère.

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فرس النهر المجنح والأرنب الأبيض

في السماء الصافية، طائرًا بخفّة،
فرس النهر بجناحيه الواسعة،
يحمل الأرنبَ اللطيفَ في دفء،
فجرًا ذهبيًا، في ظلال ساطعة.

من الجبال البعيدة إلى السهول،
ينظران إلى الأرض، واسعةً وجميلة،
الأنهار تغني، والسماء في حُلل،
وتحت عين الصديق الأمين، نبيلة.

قال فرس النهر: « انظر، يا صديقي،
إلى الحقول، والغابات الساحرة،
إلى البحار الزرقاء، والجبال البهية،
والسهل الذي ترقص فيه الرياح الطاهرة. »

الأرنب الأبيض بعينَيه البريئتين،
يرفع كفَّه في علامة فرحٍ كبيرة،
يقول: « إن هذا العالم، في كل حين،
يبدو رائعًا تحت نعمةٍ منيرة. »

هكذا يسبحان في الهواء النقي والعميق،
الصديق الكبير والرفيق الصغير،
على كل نسمة، على كل أفقٍ دقيق،
موجّهَين بالحب في رحلةٍ قصيرة.

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ההיפופוטם המכונף והארנב הלבן

תחת שמי התכלת, בעדנה קלה,
ההיפופוטם פורש כנפיים רחבות,
נושא הארנב בעדינות רכה,
עם שחר זהב וצללים רועדים.

מראשי הרים עד שדות נפרשים,
הם צופים יחד, האדמה כה יפה,
נהרות שרים, שמיים רחוקים,
מתחת עין חבר נאמן, נעלה.

אמר ההיפופוטם: « הבט, ידידי,
לשדות ירוקים ולחמדת יערות,
לים כחלחל, הרים זוהרים,
למישור בו רוחות נושבות בעדינות. »

הארנב הלבן בעיניו מוארות,
מרים כף בקטנה הוקרה,
אומר: « העולם כה נאה ומלא ברכות,
מתחת חסד של זהר. »

כך טסו יחד, באוויר צלול, עמוק,
החבר הגדול, הלווה הקטן,
על כל משב רוח, על כל אופק רחוק,
מובלים באהבה במסע חופשי ונרקם.

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