What is so insignificant about me ?
I have been tagged by Delphine Dumont to write 6 insignificant things about me.
Merci Delphine, I was flattered… at first.
Then It ruined my ski vacations. I thought I had some time to think about it, but I couldn’t help wondering what I could find that was insignificant. Everything is significant. It gave me one insomnia, but I didn’t even write down my ideas at the moment..
So here we go :
1. I’m afraid of the internet : it’s crazy the amount of information people freely give about themselves. I sometimes think a lot of things I have on my websites make me look like a weirdo. Once, one intern at the office made a screensaver out of photos I had on my site, of me as a student in Berlin, where I looked resolutely stupid, all this with a bizarre computer music I had made too. I drove me absolutely mad. I thought he would send it to everyone in the company.. conclusion : paranoia + lack of sense of humor = stay away from the internet.
2. I like the snow. Here I am on my snowboard :
(tagged in “extreme sports”)
2. Some time ago, I bought 4 square canvas, and some paint. I painted 3 of them. The last one I left empty, and it’s by far the best. It’s the only time I reached perfection.
4. I usually don’t read French blogs. French bloggers use too many smileys. 
Blogging in English was a good idea, because I get readers from all over the world. Only 1 % of my readers are French.
I like blogging and I want to keep this blog, I just wish I could stop the lousy questions, but it’s too late.
5. I had my first blog in 2002, running B2, the ancestor of Wordpress. The idea was that me and anyone could upload some images, ideas, texts. That’s how I invented Web 2.0.
Only 2 of my friends ever posted anything.
6. We went to Lhassa a few years ago, from Kathmandu. We visited the Potala, and it was horrible due to large crowds of Chinese tourists with flags and guides yelling in megaphones. The whole Tibet trip was a sad experience.
I was taking a few pictures although it was clearly prohibited. A Chinese guy in a gray suit came to tell me in English to stop taking pictures. I took one or two more anyhow, as a way to protest. That was one of the only times I resisted authority maybe..
This week, there were riots in Lhassa. So I’d like to post those two pictures.
A Buddha few Tibetans can ever see.
The empty seat of the Dalai Lama in Potala Palace, Lhassa.
