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yaouank

39 M Paris, France

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 9″ (1.74m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Atheism, and laughing about it
Sign
Sagittarius, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from Ph.D program
Job
Education
Income
$50,000–$60,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), French (Fluently), German (Okay), Russian (Poorly), Chinese (Poorly)

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My self-summary
I'm not here to sell myself. Nor are you.

I am not a merchandise. Nor are you.

What really defines an individual is beyond what our eyes or the average reader could expect. We are made with several layers, and reality is always far more interesting than what our imagination could figure. This is true not only for me, but for you also.

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Sometimes, when the weather is nice or the night is full of honeysuckle blooms, I'm wondering what people are doing here. I'm wondering what I am doing here.
So go outside, and live your own life. It doesn't matter whether you're alone or not, just go outside, and observe, be curious.
This world is full of surprises.

To paraphrase Debord:
"The more I contemplate, the less I live; the more I identify with the dominant images of need, the less I understand my own life and my own desires."

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C'est toujours lorsqu'on vous reproche le plus votre narcissisme que parler de soi devient le plus difficile. Les mystères de l'individu tournant sans cesse en rond autour de son propre nombril, peut-être? Je suis un faux introverti, ou plutôt, un extraverti silencieux. Je passe mon temps à observer les gens, et ce sont les détails que je glane sans cesse à droite et à gauche qui me stimulent, qui m'exaltent.

Quoiqu'il en soit. Dans certaines de mes présentations en anglais, j'ai parfois été fort lyrique, or ce n'est pas toujours vrai. Sous une apparence passionnée se dissimule un esprit calculateur, méthodique, rationnel, que d'aucuns qualifient parfois de machiavélique. Mais sympathique quand même: on peut être tout cela à la fois.

Woody Allen a un jour écrit: "L'avantage d'être intelligent, c'est qu'on peut toujours faire l'imbécile, alors que l'inverse est totalement impossible".
C'est exactement ça.

Sous un abord affable, généreux et tranquille se cache parfois une causticité noire. Cela n'a rien à voir avec l'hypocrisie, et d'ailleurs, cela n'en est pas. Je pense que toute personne suffisamment complexe à mon goût est duale, possède un caractère s'exprimant sous plusieurs jours, dans de multiples dimensions, peut être à la fois chroniquement heureuse et raisonnablement tourmentée. Nous avons tous les qualités de nos défauts et vice-versa.

Ce qui rejoint d'une certaine manière mon premier propos dans la langue de Shakespeare, sur ces différentes couches qu'il convient de savoir décrypter, sur les nuances déjà présentes à la surface des choses.

I am Ironical, Disenchanted, and Optimistic
What I’m doing with my life
I design gardens, I design eco-friendly buildings and eco-friendly cities, I invent theories which could possibly save mankind and sometimes I dare to teach them to my unfortunate students. What else could you expect?
Sometimes, I learn from them almost as much as what they are supposed to learn from me...

I've lived during many months side by side with the misery of the slums in Africa (2011-2012), trying to understand and question their inhabitants, and how I could possibly help them. You may wonder if I still enjoy humor and lightness after witnessing what I've seen. I'm wondering myself.

Obviously, human lives have not the same value and meaning here and there.

But nonetheless, life is beautifull. A blue sky always makes my day.

Europe's sun is so cold.
I’m really good at
Being enthusiastic about almost any subject that don't insult my basic intelligence....

Pretending to pretend to be an intellectual, while in fact I really am one.

Being unique and anti normative, which is quite a paradox since I am my own set of norms.
The first things people usually notice about me
Some says I'm one of the most charismatic, dedicated and passionate person they've ever met.

What is it supposed to mean?

I still don't know.

"Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn't want them back."

-Beckett

Oh, the fire in me now...

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Une bonne amie me l'a souvent fait remarquer, mais dans le bon sens du terme. A savoir que je suis un peu fou, un peu hors norme et certainement unique, et ce sans le vouloir, sans même y penser, sans même le rechercher ou le provoquer.
Et il y a la qualité de la langue dans lequel généralement je m'exprime, qui est généralement au même niveau tant écrit qu'oral. Sans doute est-ce une déformation professionnelle, un atavisme familial, un moyen d'impressionner mes interlocuteurs?
S'exprimer dans une langue passe aussi par un travail de décantation, une réduction du message à l'essentiel -même si c'est un essentiel poétique-.

En réalité, tout cela n'a aucune importance.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
So now I have the choice: either I show you how immense and tremendous my cultural capital is (according to Bourdieu), either I put a boring list nobody would care of, or either I can try to interest you why I enjoy some books or movies.

Have you heard of Robert Musil, of Celan's poems? OK, who cares...

"Qu'est ce que j'oi ? - Ce suis-je ! - Qui ? - Ton coeur
Qui ne tient mais qu'à un petit filet :
Force n'ai plus, substance ne liqueur,
Quand je te vois retrait ainsi seulet
Com pauvre chien tapi en reculet.
- Pour quoi est-ce ? - Pour ta folle plaisance.
- Que t'en chaut-il ? - J'en ai la déplaisance.
- Laisse-m'en paix. - Pour quoi ? - J'y penserai.
- Quand sera-ce ? - Quand serai hors d'enfance.
- Plus ne t'en dis. - Et je m'en passerai.

- Que penses-tu ? - Etre homme de valeur.
- Tu as trente ans - C'est l'âge d'un mulet
- Est-ce enfance ? - Nenni. - C'est donc foleur
Qui te saisit ? - Par où ? Par le collet ?
- Rien ne connois. - Si fais. - Quoi ? - Mouche en lait ;
L'un est blanc, l'autre est noir, c'est la distance.
- Est-ce donc tout ? - Que veux-tu que je tance ?
Se n'est assez, je recommencerai.
- Tu es perdu ! - J'y mettrai résistance.
- Plus ne t'en dis. - Et je m'en passerai."

(Villon, poème écrit en 1461, il y a plus de 550 années de cela)

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I'm more into jazz or baroque music, but then again, who cares?

For instance:
http://youtu.be/RKvd4tMkFHc

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I have no culinary taboo, I could eat almost anything, as long as it's palatable (this prerequisite should immediately exclude English, Belgian and Israeli cuisine).

I'm not a vegetarian, but as the green activist I am (I teach it, remember), I realize that men should eat FAR less meat than today. Industrial stockbreeding and single-crop farming represent a much greater threat to environment than heavy industry; and despite common belief, our rural areas are often much more polluted with dangerous chemicals than our cities. This is a very serious issue. Maybe we should try to eat insects instead? (Mopane worms and grilled locusts don't taste that bad!)

I like to cultivate rare or out of the ordinary plants and vegetables: this way, I can enhance my meals. For instance in my flat only, I grow galangal, kaempferia, many species of passion fruits, wild sages... etc...
I do the same with gardens I design: I'm quite fed up with purely ornamental plants. As a wise contemporary Chinese teacher once wrote (Kongjian Yu), landscape architecture is first and foremost the Art of Survival.
The six things I could never do without
Even if I have out of the norm survival skills in wilderness (thank you ô, mighty goddess of botanics!), I don't think I could really appreciate solitude or that I could win the first prize in a sadistic reality TV game show held in a remote tropical island.

Thus I'd say that what I would miss the most, would be the company of other men.
It's a paradox for me: I couldn't live outside my metropolis, yet I teach the virtues of the countryside...

Malgré des compétences certaines de survie dans la nature eut égard à une compétence botanique et environnementale hors norme (c'est mon métier, après tout), je ne crois pas être fait pour apprécier la solitude ou gagner la première place d'un reality show sadique se déroulant sur une île thaïlandaise isolée. ;)

Donc je dirais que ce qui me manquerait avant tout, c'est la présence des hommes.
Il y a de ce paradoxe en moi: je ne pourrais pas me passer des métropoles, et pourtant j'enseigne les vertus des campagnes...
I spend a lot of time thinking about
"This is the time of tension between dying and birth

The place of solitude where three dreams cross" (Eliot)

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I'm also wondering why people seem fascinated with thrillers, murders, rapes, false stories about violence they only see in movies or read in novels.
This is not their lives, this is alienation. It never happened.

So why? Why do they need that hypocritical shiver?
Why are people fascinated with fictional despair, hunger and pain, especially if it's not their own?

What can Eros be without Thanatos?

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Why are people often so shallow, yet so deep in their "shallowness"?

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On a typical Friday night I am
Experiencing an experience of deja-vu-vu...

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Carpe Diem
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I feel cold inside. I simulate feelings for my fellow men, yet I deeply care for them. Perhaps you're only human when you're able to deal with our contradictory nature.

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Je ne comprendrais jamais ceux qui destinent leur vie à la simple étude des lois ou du droit administratif, ça me dépasse.

Ubu n'est pas mort.

(Jamais!)
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 25–38
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
You were able to instantly identify Couperin's theme in the Tree of Life (Terrence Malick).

You're seeking for an argument.
(You want room 12A)

You're not prejudiced against an overeducated Bobo whose family had strong ties with Sartre, Beauvoir, Beckett, Breton... etc...