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Arcturus, la géante rouge

24 Jul

Vlad montrait à notre fils les étoiles dans le ciel, ce soir, notamment Arcturus du Bouvier, une étoile rouge, puisqu’au crépuscule on la voyait déjà.

Ça m’a rappelé une anecdote qui est suffisamment farfelue pour que je vous la conte.

Quand toute jeune fille j’ai découvert qu’Arcturus était une étoile rouge en fin de vie, je me suis intéressée à la vie des étoiles, et à cette étoile en particulier, un peu comme si je lisais sa biographie. Même longtemps après l’avoir découverte, je l’observais souvent les soirs d’été, je lisais à son sujet, j’essayais d’imaginer la petitesse relative de notre énorme soleil à côté d’Arcturus, etc.

Alors qu’un soir je travaillais tard et que j’étais fatiguée, j’ai été prise d’angoisse : était-elle devenue une géante rouge ?!

Il me fallait quitter le bureau d’urgence, filer à mon point d’observation favori et vérifier si Arcturus était devenue une géante rouge. Et je l’ai fait. J’ai même couru après m’être garée, des fois qu’elle s’éteigne pendant le temps qu’il me fallait pour dépasser les arbres qui me bouchaient le vue.

Eh bien je me suis retrouvée fort aise de la voir à sa place, bien orange, et scintillant de ses -0,04 de magnitude apparente, tranquille, ne montrant aucun signe d’explosion.

Je me suis également retrouvée bien bête d’avoir cédé à la panique, parce que franchement, je savais que c’était impossible qu’en 24 heures elle devienne une géante rouge.

J’ai bien ri. J’en ris encore. C’était il y a plus de 10 ans, et ce soir Arcturus était encore bien là, toujours la même.

The power of hypnosis

9 Apr
Hypnosis was a discussion topic at work the other day. I once blogged about how hypnosis had failed to help me with snowphobia. This was an epic session and funny, come to think of it. But I never wrote about the power of hypnosis. And I am now, because I was once successfully hypnotised.

It was some time during the summer of 1999, during a family vacation in Crete. The family of my boyfriend of the time. His father’s occupation was psychologist with a skill for hypnosis. I was regularly plagued with massive headaches. I had tried to cut down on coffee without visible effects. He offered to try hypnosis on me and I agreed. I don’t recall very much of the session.

He made me lay on a bed in a quiet room and he sat on a chair next to me. He made me close my eyes and listen to him. He said I wouldn’t fall asleep but the state I would be in would be very close. He said I would remember everything. It was true, but I gradually forgot, years after years.

I think is lasted less than a half hour. Near the end, he said my headaches were taken care of. He added they may return and if they did, we were about to work on how to make them go away. He instructed me to think of one word, and to remember it. Then the session was over. I went back to performing my vacation activities, a little dubious.

I didn’t have a single headache for many months and when I had one, it wasn’t massive like before, and it was rare.

As to the magic word that he made me think of —a word that I invented at the time— it still works even today. I don’t have to say it, I just have to think of it, say it in my head, and the headache disappears within seconds. It’s wonderful.

I saw Eve today

2 Feb
I saw Eve today. After all these years. I saw her only briefly, in passing, enough that she flashed her luminous, genuine smile. She’s still so beautiful, of course. If I were a man, I’d be in love with Eve.

She is smart and friendly, elegant, at ease in every circumstance, she’s successful and she smiles all the time. She has an incredible presence. Wherever she is, people seem connected to her, basking in her charisma, breathing and speaking according to her. And wherever she was, people wonder where the magic has gone, not unhappy, just back from a reality which was different, almost dream-like.

Summer theater

6 Apr
I was always too shy to do drama (and always worried on the several occasions it was suggested to me as a means to overcome shyness. A few years ago, my boss told me I should consider “improv” and it freaked me out so much that my instinct response was to think about quitting, which I didn’t do). However, I did go on stage, three times.

I don’t have many recollections. Shame must have taken care of blanking them from my memory.

The first time I went on stage, I was between 3 and 6 years old and the occasion was the celebration of the end of the school year. Our teacher had decided our class was an Indian tribe. I was the squaw (i.e. the chief’s wife) and I was to present our newborn baby to the tribe. I don’t know that these memories are mine or based on hearing my parents recounting the story, but I do remember waiting in the teepee –with the baby doll– for the signal my teacher would give me. At the signal I was to come out of the teepee and present the baby. I was told that I came out of the teepee holding the baby by an ankle, presenting the newborn upside down.

During the summer of 1985, I was visiting my aunt in Corsica for a month, and I was in a play for the second time. Someone in the village had decided that keeping the kids busy with a theater play was better than letting us wander the streets and woods around in search of some trouble to make. I was to be a maid. I practised long and hard, I remember that much. I also remember that the representation was to occur only a few days after I turned 10. I don’t actually remember the play or whether it was a success. But my aunt remembers things. Like I was very unhappy that I was to be a simple maid. That she had to reveal to me the importance of maids at the time the play was set in. She also remembers that she helped me with reheasals. If I had been a promising actress, I’m positive she would have complimented me wink

The third time I was on stage was, similarly to the first time, at the occasion of the school fair. I was almost 12 and it felt like the last school assignment I had to do before being rewearded with the summer holiday. Our teacher had picked an episode of “The Love Boat”. I was the goffer. I remember a few things, but none related to the play itself. I remember being glad I was wearing a white outfit because it was a really hot and sunny day and we were not acting in the shade. I remember wishing I would not trip when I climbed the stairs to go on stage (I don’t think I did, otherwise I would remember). And the other thing I remember is the make-up artist telling me the shape of my eye-brows was perfect and how pleased I was by what he had told me. I was also surprised because never before had I considered that eye-brows shape was something to have an opinion on. (I’m totally digressing but I have to note that either fashion changed since then, or the said shape changed and became not so perfect over time. Or the guy made fun of me in the first place.)