Réponse à un collègue schizophrène

La schizophrénie est une maladie grave, qui n’épargne pas le monde des bibliothèques, et principalement lorsqu’il est question de la numérisation du domaine public.

J’en veux pour preuve la réaction d’un de mes collègues au billet que j’ai consacré au problème du « domaine public payant » (il publie anonymement sur son blog « Des Bibliothèques 2.0″ ; je ne citerai donc pas son nom. Je précise simplement que nous nous connaissons pour avoir été camarades de promotion à l’ENSSIB).

Reversible tarot card. Par Wm Jas. CC-By. source Flickr

Dans ce texte, je m’opposais à la proposition faite devant la mission Lescure par Pascal Rogard de la SACD d’instaurer une redevance pour l’usage du domaine public. Je faisais cependant remarquer que dans la réalité concrète, ce système du domaine public payant est en fait déjà appliqué par la très grande majorité des institutions culturelles en France, qui s’arrangent pour recouvrir le domaine public de diverses couches de droits afin d’en contrôler l’usage et souvent, le faire payer.

Ce faisant, elles détruisent petit morceau par petit morceau la substance même du domaine public, tout comme Pascal Rogard rêve de le faire… Et elles se livrent à ce que d’aucuns appellent le copyfraud, c’est-à-dire l’inverse du piratage.

Pour illustrer mon propos, j’ai pris comme exemple la toute nouvelle bibliothèque numérique Rosalis, développée par la Bibliothèque de Toulouse, dont les mentions légales portent atteinte à l’intégrité du domaine public :

[TUTO] Avoir les donuts infinis dans le jeu Les Simpson – Springfield sur iOS

Bonjour
Je vous propose aujourd’hui un tutoriel afin d’hacker le jeu Les Simpson – Springfield sur iOS.

En effet c’est un très bon jeu de construction avec l’univers des Simpson mais il est lent, très lent en progression à moins que vous ne passiez à la caisse. N’ayant pas vraiment le temps et le budget (ou la patience), je vous propose donc ce cheat pas très simple à mettre en place mais qui fonctionne parfaitement. J’ai testé ce hack sur mon iPhone 3GS iOS 5.1.1 mais il doit fonctionner sur tous les iPhone, iPod ou iPad avec le même iOS.

Avant de vous lancer, vous devez avoir :
- Un iPhone jailbreaké.
- Mobile Terminal, iFile et Ldone. (à installer avec Cydia)
- Et savoir comment accéder à votre iPhone en SSH (http://www.iphone-info.fr/forum/tutoriaux-f4/acceder-en-ssh-copier-des-fichiers-sur-votre-iphone-ipod-ipad-en-wifi-usb-t46.html)
Si vous avez déjà le jeu d’installé, vous devez le supprimer puis le réinstaller depuis l’App Store mais sans l’ouvrir! C’est bon? Vous êtes prêts?
1 – Tout d’abord téléchargez le fichier hacké à cette adresse -> http://www.multiupload.nl/R64CVRX1YR
2 – Mettre ce fichier dans l’iPhone à l’emplacement /var/mobile. (en SSH)
3 – Renommez le fichier « Tapped Out » en « Tapped » (en SSH ou depuis iFile)
4 – Ouvrez Mobile Terminal et rentrez les commandes suivantes :

su

Rentrez votre mot de passe root. (si vous ne l’avez pas changé le mot de passe est alpine)

ldone Tapped -s
chmod 775 Tapped
respring

5 – Renommez le fichier « Tapped » en « Tapped Out »
6 – Déplacez le fichier de /var/mobile/ et le mettre dans le dossier /var/mobile/Applications/Tapped Out/Tapped Out.app/ à l’aide d’iFile. Confirmez l’écrasement.
7 – Faites de nouveau un respring
8 – Lancez le jeu et profitez des 4096 donuts. À chaque lancement du jeu, vous retrouvez le même nombre de donuts!
Vous n’avez plus qu’à construire la plus belle ville du monde! À bientôt!
ζ۱۱๔К -d(o_0)b-

[Rétro] Parodius

Un monde déjanté
Parodius est un shoot’em up qui a marqué son époque (j’y ai rejoué sur Super Nes, mais bien d’autres consoles ont leur version) par une bonne qualité de jeu mais surtout par un univers complètement barré. Impossible de décrire un quelconque scénario, on peut à la limite déduire que nous combattons au final une espèce de monde gouverné par des pieuvres, mais leur moyens de vous attaquer sont tellement variés que tout autre déduction est impossible. Ainsi votre personnage devra affronter des pieuvres cachées dans leur jarre, des manchots qui glissent sur leur ventre, des statues de l’île de Pâques à lunettes de soleil qui crachent des crottes de nez, des cochons ailés, une danseuse de cabaret géante, des bouches qui se lèchent les lèvres, un bateau pirate à tête de chat, un oiseau flibustier obèse, des pandas en tutu, un aigle qui imite l’Oncle Sam, un octopus géant qui se lave les cheveux, des poussins qui prennent leur douche ou encore un sumotori à tête de rat qui tape du pied devant le mont Fuji en éruption d’aubergines… une variété d’ennemis qui fait prendre tout son sens au sous-titre du jeu : a non-sense fantasy.

Mais outre le fait de n’avoir absolument aucune cohérence, cela permet à chaque passage du jeu d’être simplement hilarant. Chaque nouvel ennemi est une source de rigolade tant l’absurdité est poussée à son comble. L’ensemble étant visuellement très beau, bien animé et accompagné par des reprises de musiques classiques ou populaires bien connues.

4 joueurs et plein d’armes
Nous avons le choix en début d’aventure entre 4 héros : un vaisseau spatial au design sérieux, un vaisseau rigolo qui envoie des gants de boxe (Twin Bee, pour les fans), une pieuvre toute mignonne qui crache des projectiles ou un manchot volant. Chacun ayant des tirs qui se ressemblent mais avec des variantes de largeur d’impact ou de précision. Mais quel que soit notre héros, le principe est le même.

Chaque power up fait avancer un curseur sur une barre en bas de l’écran qui contient les désignations des atouts à choisir. Libre à nous de sélectionner l’atout quand on souhaite l’obtenir. Ainsi, on pourra cumuler une vitesse de déplacement accrue, des bombes roulantes, une attaque frontale plus puissante, des tirs vers le haut, des pods complémentaires qui suivent votre vaisseau et rajoutent à votre puissance de feu et un bouclier. Sans oublier la case « ? » qui va déclencher une roulette russe et choisir un atout au hasard ou encore une annulation totale de tous vos atouts.

De quoi approfondir l’expérience de jeu et bien équiper votre personnage donc, pour traverser une jeu assez dur au demeurant, mais permissif grâce aux continue infinis qui n’obligent à recommencer que le niveau en cours.

A noter également les cloches bonus qui changent de couleurs et sont projetées en arrière quand on leur tire dessus nous permettant, si on gère correctement leur transformation tout en s’occupant des ennemis alentours, d’obtenir des items de scoring, une bombe qui détruit tout à l’écran ou encore une invincibilité éphémère.

Un grand classique qui mérite donc sa popularité passée et qui se redécouvre avec grand plaisir, ne serait-ce que pour la débilité délicieuse de son univers.

Ci-dessous une vidéo de l’intégralité du jeu. Cliquez par ci par là sur la timeline pour voir un peu le genre et les magnifiques musiques^^

An Ode To The Other

They are sometimes called OH, sometimes SO but mine is more than that. I have sat here trying to think of abbreviations that do him justice but alas am failing quite significantly. Whichever way I look at it, my husband is pretty special. As cliché as it sounds, he really is my soul mate and my best friend.

 

I have paid tribute to a number of people in the years since my first post but have yet to pay tribute to the person who has most effect in my life now. My husband. It has been four years since we became husband and wife yet 13 years since we first entered one another’s lives. I no longer can remember a time that he was not a part of my life. He has become someone I can tell anything to, someone who always has my best interests at heart. He is my home and I am incomplete without him.

Becoming pregnant has definitely bought us closer together and with all the unknown that surrounds pregnancy, nothing fazes me. It might be unlucky for some but I have a strong feeling that our thirteenth year together will be our defining year. The year that everything comes together. In the thirteen years since we e-mailed into each others lives he has become my best friend for so many reasons:

1- He makes me laugh (even if sometimes by accident).

2- He always listens whenever I need to talk (and that is A LOT).

3- He supports me in my dreams (no matter how far-fetched they seem to be).

4- His arms protect me from all monsters (perceived or otherwise).

5- He never makes me feel second best (or takes advantage of my people pleasing outlook on life).

6- He would willingly drive four hours to save me travelling on public transport while 5 months pregnant. .

7- The touch of his hand still sends electricity through my veins.

8- His arms are always open for a cuddle (even if he has to go out of his way to give me one).

9- He never has a single bad word to say about anyone.

10-He  will be an amazing father.

11- He has adopted my country and culture as his own.

12- He breaks down my insecurities one by one and builds up my confidence (no matter how painstaking the process becomes)

13 – Finally he gives me reasons to love him more each and every day.

Marriage has  really become that fairy tale image conjured by my five-year old dreams. Although our marriage has not always been plain sailing (which marriage has?), we have always reached the other side stronger than before. I have no doubts that we will have problems in the future but I know that like before we will always make it through.

The Rose Petal Beach: Book Review

What it says on the back:

‘I could kill them for what they’ve done to me’.

I said those words. And I meant them at the time. But what would you do, what would you say if your husband was accused of something terrible and the accuser is someone you trusted with your life?

That doesn’t mean I wanted this to happen. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. And I didn’t want to be scared that every knock on the door is going to be the police, coming to take me away. What’s going to happen to my children? What’s going to happen to me?

My name is Tamia Challey and this is my story.

—————

As I eagerly accepted the book shaped parcel from the postman one morning and ripped open the packaging, I knew that great wonders lay beneath.

Dorothy Koomson outdoes herself each time and she definitely has provided her readers with a tension packed tale of love, lies and unforseeable twists in this emotional, heartbreaking tale. As you tentatively turn each page you will find yourself wanting to cry, smile, even hide behind a cushion all at the same time. The Rose Petal Beach is definitely the penultimate emotional  thriller which keeps you guessing until the very end.

A number of people have remarked on the pastel shades of books adorning my bookcase, querying how I can read such ‘chick lit’. I reply with the well founded come back that Dorothy Koomson is not chick lit (not that there is anything wrong with such books), Koomson has in fact created her own genre of emotional thrillers. The Rose Petal Beach for me also read like a crime/who done it, to the extent that it could easily hold its own among the Patricia Cornwell’s of the crime genre. The lesson here, is to never judge a book by its cover, no matter how beautiful and stunning it may be. I must mention here that the cover to Koomson’s latest work of art is in itself magnificent and my current favourite. Even when I wasn’t reading the book, I would want to stare at the cover and take in its mystery and beauty.

In my opinion, Rose Petal Beach is Dorothy’s most  confrontational and thought provoking and what I can only imagine as her most emotional demanding. There are a number of leading characters involved in the story each with their own agendas, I was amazed at how Koomson flawlessly adopts each persona, writing so powerfully from each perspective that you forget what you are actually reading is fiction. During her public engagements, Dorothy often states she gains her inspiration for her writing from real life stories from the news and newspapers. For this reason, she is so concerned with portraying the victims’ stories correctly that her research is so detailed that she steps into each character’s shoes and describes human nature so perfectly that I had to remind myself to breathe as I furiously read the story of the Rose Petal Beach with bated breath. She has provided justice to the victims of such crimes so successfully that you feel you can actually touch the reality. Koomson is so in touch with her characters that you actually hear them talking to you; they very quickly get into your head and you begin to understand them. You feel and empathise with the desperation in each character. As someone who has experienced an aspect of the story, Dorothy’s depiction is so close to reality it sent shivers through me. Koomson soon has you feeling the emotions right down to your bones. Rose Petal Beach definitely comes across as a labour of love on Dorothy’s part  - the fast pace of the story keeps the reader on their toes to the point that even when you are not reading it, you are thinking about it, longing to go back to it. I personally carried it around with me in the hope that I could steal five minutes alone to immerse myself once more in the story.

The Rose Petal Beach is ultimately a lesson in denial, in understanding yourself, in questioning what you would do in similar circumstances; putting your own coping mechanisms into perspective. Essentially it is a reminder that your past never leaves you but very often catches up with you in later life, highlighted by the back story with which Dorothy Koomson develops the legend of The Rose Petal Beach. It attests to the love is blind belief of many and proves that everyone is capable of both good and evil.

Throughout reading the book and in writing this review, I have tried my hardest to find negative aspects of the book and/or Koomson’s writing but have failed to do so. This story will stay with you long after the last word has been devoured.

With A Little Help From My Friends

I finally find myself in the long-sought after position of reading and writing all day long and I have enjoyed testing myself by accepting new writing challenges, one of which I now need your help with.
I have decided to write an informative, pictorial essay on life in Iran that will be downloadable from my blog for free. It may not be a subject close to many people’s hearts and minds but as every writer is told, you need to ‘write what you know’ so that is exactly what I’m doing.
There seems to be a lot of rhetoric about Iran, most of which is negative and most of which from my perspective is largely based on misunderstandings. I plan to conduct thorough research, expand upon my findings with my own first-hand experiences and observations and hopefully provide a different perspective for my readers than they previously have been used to.
This is where you come in. I am inviting you to contact me with your perceptions of Iran via my proofreading e-mail address: lighteronwords@gmail.com or alternatively by commenting on this post. You are more than welcome to contact me anonymously and please feel free to express your true opinions and/or perceptions of Iran. I will not identify anyone in the write-up but would like to grasp a cross-section of understanding from people.
I genuinely really look forward to hearing from you and hope you will share your thoughts on Iran with me. You do not need to be Iranian, know an Iranian or even understand Iran. Just write what is in your mind.

The Green Green Grass Of Home

one of those events that lead you to examine your own life and relationships. My Thalassemia prevented me from joining in some of the celebrations, which at first I regretted but now not so much. It gave me time to think and review my life with a writer’s brain (hence this particular post). I’m not particularly insecure about many things except what people think of me. I now think this has stemmed from the subconscious understanding from childhood that I always had to do as I was told. As the youngest, I have felt my elder siblings enjoyed a larger amount of freedom than I was granted. I don’t resent them at all and my parents were in no way stricter in raising me than my siblings, it was more a choice on my part than a forced reality from my parents.
I never really fought for anything – even down to deciding which subjects to study at further education, I did not appeal against the “no” I met with when choosing my options. I just accepted it was a “no” and moved on. This led me to studying subjects that others believed I chose because I had a teenage crush on the teacher (even though he had since left the school by this time). It just seemed easier at the time to let people believe this, thinking it would go away but this misconception still follows me. It doesn’t matter now though. I have finally found the path to my calling or true vocation in writing and have lived in between. I have stories to tell that I would not have if I had ‘got my own way’ to begin with.
During the family gathering last weekend, people aware of my health complications asked how I was coping with the pregnancy. As I so often do, I played down the complications for their sake and instead talked about their lives. Everyone likes to talk about themselves but I have the habit of playing everything down for the sake of other people. Even if I wanted to change, how can I go against a lifetime of teaching? It goes against my grain to effectively put my needs above others. Now, I’m not painting myself out to be a saint but sometimes I wish I could talk about myself. I wish I could speak the truth when people ask me how I am. Even during the various medical appointments I now have, I do not emphasise enough how bad I really feel.
I don’t believe I am the only one who does this, in fact I believe we all do. We all believe the ‘grass is greener on the other side’. We all paint our lives to be better than it is. We all pretend to be happier; more content than we really are. In effect we are painting over the straw-like texture of our own grass with deception not for our own sakes but for the sake of everyone else. We all have parts of our lives that we  would rather not dwell upon, parts of our lives we wish we could change but are unable to do so. What we so often forget is that nothing can thrive without water. What we need to do more than anything  is to accept the good and bad in our lives. We mustn’t forget the bad because those times are what make us who we are. They give us a chance to change the future, they give us lessons to learn by.
What we must do is nurture what we do have, to pick through the weeds and tend to our own garden before even glancing across the fence and comparing what we have with that of our neighbour.