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Un petit cours de théorie des jeux pendant un jeu télé. 

Un petit cours de théorie des jeux pendant un jeu télé. 

More than half of all police officers in Greece voted for pro-Nazi party Chrysi Avgi’ (Golden Dawn) in the elections of May 6.

Greece fact of the day (but how many bullets did they fire?) — Marginal Revolution

Modernisation ferroviaire

This afternoon I caught the 15:05 train from the recently modernized Euston Station.

According to the new electronic departure indicator, its destination was Rugby; according to the ticket collector and a notice on the platform it was Coventry; according to the destination blind on the train it was Wolverhampton. I got off at Watford to hear the station announcer declare it was Wolverhampton and walked home to look it up in my copy of the timetable and discover it was Birmingham.”

Modernisation ferroviaire

According to Germany’s Der Spiegel, German police shot only 85 bullets in all of 2011… (…) most of those shots weren’t even aimed [at] people: “49 warning shots, 36 shots on suspects. 15 persons were injured, 6 were killed.’

The culture that is Germany — Marginal Revolution

J’imagine que le picto est supposé rassurer ? Je vois mal comment.

L’effet Robert Moses

Ou pourquoi l’offre crée parfois la demande.

L’effet Robert Moses

Coffe makers at Cafe Coutume (Pris avec instagram)

California Sunset (via California is OK – Boing Boing)

Une vision plutôt romantique du son

Tard dans sa vie, Marconi s’est convaincu qu’aucun son ne meurt jamais, il diminue juste jusqu’à devenir inaudible à l’oreille nue. Il s’est alors dit qu’avec le bon équipement, chaque son pourrait toujours être récupéré.

Le rêve de Marconi est devenu de construire un appareil assez puissant pour réentendre le Sermon sur la Montagne du Christ.

Une vision plutôt romantique du son

“And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer – because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”

This photo shows the collapse of Torrero Alvaro Munera, as he realized in the middle of the his last fight… the injustice to the animal. From that day forward he became an opponent of bullfights.

Petit conseil : pendant votre liberté surveillée, ne volez pas la signalétique du bureau d’un juge pour poser avec sur Facebook…

Petit conseil : pendant votre liberté surveillée, ne volez pas la signalétique du bureau d’un juge pour poser avec sur Facebook…

Absolument Incroyable. Une course délirante où un cyclistes dévale à toute vitesse les rues de Valparaiso.  (via Boing Boing)

Saumon au whisky et aux paillettes d’or, recouvert d’un bouillon gélifié (Taken with instagram)

Feu de camp

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Headsup! Headlamp! (by jw_creations)

Un joueur dont le coup est affecté par l’explosion simultanée d’une bombe peut jouer une autre balle du même endroit. Pénalité : un coup.

Golf et Guerre Mondiale, Lists of Note

Waldo (the New Yorker) (Taken with instagram)

A NOTE CAN BE SMALL AS A PIN OR AS BIG AS THE WORLD, IT DEPENDS ON YOUR IMAGINATION.

Conseils de Thelonious Monk – Lists of Note

[Mr Winston Churchill] ventures to suggest […] that both Mr. Winston Churchill and Mr. Winston Churchill should insert a short note in their respective publications explaining to the public which are the works of Mr. Winston Churchill and which those of Mr. Winston Churchill. The text of this note might form a subject for future discussion if Mr. Winston Churchill agrees with Mr. Winston Churchill’s proposition.

La recherche du soi Self Seeking | Futility Closet

Une anecdote athénienne

“The owner of the bookstore/café couldn’t get a license to provide coffee (also) books could not be purchased at the bookstore, as it was after 18h and it is illegal to sell books in Greece beyond that hour. I was in a bookstore/café that could neither sell books nor make coffee.”

Une anecdote athénienne

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