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Books: Language, creoles, varieties: Granget, Repiso and Fon Sing (eds.) (2023)

This book offers a selection of papers dealing with second language acquisition, foreign language teaching and creole linguistics inspired by the scientific legacy of Mauritian-born scholar Georges Daniel Véronique (Port-Louis, 1948). An important part of the book is devoted to the description of learner varieties with a focus on sociolinguistic factors, such as the learner situation – from asylum seekers to Erasmus students –, the degree of familiarity with the target language – having or not p http://dlvr.it/T8rRl4

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“Hmm…” Harry knocked on the bunk bed he had just transfigured, the wood sounding solid enough, but would it hold up? Did he even - truly - know what a bunk bed looked like?

He took a step back, making a mental note to ask Hermione to check up on it, before putting his wand in his back pocket. It was a terrible habit, Ron often telling him stories of wizards who had blasted their buttcheeks off, but he’d never be magic enough to enjoy wearing robes in the summer, least of all in his own home.

They were at the cottage, getting it ready for the kids to return from Hogwarts. They had received an owl from Herbert last week, their oldest bringing a friend with him for the first time, Lily and Sirius locking down their summer visit lists well before easter.

They had driven down in the car, the careful enchantments making the trunk big enough for all their luggage, though Ron was always extra cautious whenever anyone spelled the car. Harry wasn’t too worried though, their experience with the Ford Angelia putting it firmly into the category of healthy paranoia.

He hadn’t expected any of his kids to choose Muggle studies, but Lily had jumped on it - surprising all of them, their Ravenclaw daughter as fascinated as her grandfather about the potentials in the mix of the Magical and Muggle word. In contrast to Arthur, Lily did actually understand Muggle technology, having grown up around the family computers and TV’s who needed replacement at least once a year to not develop conscience.

They had lucked out with the latest TV though, the thing apparently made with a very tranquil temperament, it’s only quirks that it refused to play football, and colored in black and white films by itself with varying degrees of success.

“Harry?!” Harry heard his name yelled through the open windows, and he peeked out, looking into the garden from the second story, Ron waving up at him. He was wearing a bright orange jumper, gardening gloves and wellington boots, dirt smudge on his cheek. He had been in the garden all day, putting everything back in order, their brief stay over Christmas not leaving any time for the outdoors, the Burrow no longer big enough to sleep all the children and grandchildren.

“Hey.” Harry smiled, his stomach down a slight flip. It was ridiculous that he still felt this way, but he just couldn’t help it when Ron was so handsome.

Even after so many years, he was pleasantly surprised at how good it felt to allow himself to think of Ron as handsome, to acknowledge his attraction to his husband.

He barely ever thought about the Dursley’s anymore, Private Drive something that belonged in another lifetime, but sometimes, sometimes he felt the lingering clench in his stomach, and the sound of Vernon’s voice ranting about ‘those disgusting faggots’ in his head.

“You got time to come help me with the pitch?”

Erecting their own Quidditch Pitch had been a project years in the making, Hermione teasingly calling it their extra baby. There was always the small Weasley family pitch up in the hills, but once they had started talking about it, they hadn’t been able to let go of the idea.

It wasn’t uncommon for him and Ron to spend long summer afternoons slaving away their pitch, going through Herbology books in search of the best plantlife to shield it from view, the efforts of concealment mostly to appease Hermione, who was very firm on them at least keeping up appearance about upholding the Statute of Secrecy.

Not that there was a risk of any Muggles just wandering in.

The majority of the farmland around Ottery St Catchpole had slowly been brought up by the Wealsey clan and their army of spouses, Bill and Fleur on the plot nearest to them on the right, while George and Angelina resided on their left.

They each dealt with the aftermaths of the war in their own way. Harry barely had nightmares anymore, and Ron had gotten better about saying a firm ‘I love you’ whenever he left.

Hermione had always been the best amongst them at handling her emotions, mostly because she packed them up into neat little boxes and intellectualized them - Hermione refusing to even think about returning to the mind healer they had been seeing for weeks after he had delivered that particular message.

Hermione’s biggest coping mechanism was the layer of wards on all of their properties, but her true masterpiece was the confundus charms she had carefully woven around the entertiny of where the Weasley clan resided. Harry didn’t know much about charms, but Percy had once said he thought they rivaled the ones placed on the Quidditch World Cup, a compliment like that impossible to pull from Percy if he didn’t mean it.

“What about lunch?” Harry twisted his wrist, checking his watch. It was the very same one he had gotten for his 17th birthday, Fabian Prewett’s watch somehow surviving the war. It was a little past 12, Hermione usually taking a break for lunch around 1.

They had only arrived that morning, Hermione giving them both quick kisses before disappearing into her office, saying she’d get some light work done, but the owls had already started coming and going. Her cottage office was connected to its very own floo channel, but Hermione still had a personal menagerie of three eagle-owls, Ginny the one who insisted that it wasn’t fair to the bird if she only had one.

“Mums sending over some pies!” Ron grinned, taking his gloves off, not bothering to summon his wand to float them to the tool shed, instead just throwing them in the direction of his watering can, the unexpected level of tidiness he always displayed inside completely leaving him when he was outside. “Steak and kidney. They’re coming by floo soon.”

Harry had expected that the two of them would have to whip something up, but now that Molly was in charge of lunch, the day had suddenly opened up in a whole new way.

“You know,” Harry leaned out the window, resting his arms on the window still. “We could work on the pitch,” Harry smiled, “or-”

“Or?” Ron raised an eyebrow, looking up at Harry, already catching on that he was feeling mischievous.

“It’s nice weather today.” Harry nodded towards the sky, “We could check on the privacy wards, suggest a romantic picnic for three in the backyard, no kids about, and hope we can convince Hermione to take her top off.”

Ron’s eyes widened, the fact that they were completely alone dawning on him as well, a thick cheshire grin spreading on his husbands lips.

“You get started on the romance bit.” Ron was already taking control, stepping up with a plan like he so often did. “I’ll go wash up.”

“Meet you in 20!” Harry closed the window, happiness bubbling in his chest.

He really, really loved summer.

[incorrectomionequotes]

Draco: I have an idea.

Harry: A good one?

Hermione: Woah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

[regulxxs]

harry: [walking into potions late] okay why does the whole room smell like draco's cologne?

hermione: uh harry, were making amortentia.

harry:

draco:

severus:

ron:

dumbledore:

voldemort:

draco: uh—

harry: [turns red, squeaks, and runs out of the room]

pansy: [leans over to whisper to draco] you should probably tell him you smell treacle tarts and a hero complex.

[ao3feed-jily]

From Eden

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by INFPwriter

Anne Potter was sent back in time in hopes of fixing everything after the Order lost the Second Wizarding War and hoping to pay back everything Harry had ever done for her by giving him a normal childhood.

She learns, however, that even after everything she done and went through, she still deserves a happy ending, even if she had to fight for it.

Words: 1363, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Walburga Black, Druella Rosier Black, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Orion Black, Cygnus Black III | Walburga Black's Brother, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter (mentioned), Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granget (mentioned), Ron Weasley (mentioned), Ginny Weasley (mentioned), Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Peter Pettigrew, Euphemia Potter, Monty Potter, Anne Potter (OC), Mary Macdonald

Relationships: Regulus Black/Original Female Character(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

Additional Tags: Regulus Black Deserves Better, Regulus Black Lives, Good Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bad Parent Walburga Black, Bad Parent Orion Black, The Blacks Need Therapy, Time Travel Fix-It, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Flashbacks, Protective Sirius Black, Protective James Potter, Protective Remus Lupin, Protective Peter Pettgrew, Pre-First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Morally Grey Regulus Black, Morally Grey Severus Snape, Morally Grey Anne Potter, Spy Severus Snape, Spy Regulus Black, Good Parent Narcissa Black Malfoy, Sirius Black & James Potter Friendship, Manipulative Anne Potter, James Potter Finds Out He's a Dad at 16, Harry Potter Has a Sibling, romance in war, Dumbledore Making Children Fight, Regulus Black Plays Piano, BAMF Minerva McGonagall, BAMF Euphemia Potter, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), Death Eaters, Slytherin Main Character, Slytherin Politics, Gryffindors Being Gryffindors

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O Plágiopara o jamiroo num recente comment às minhas referências de plagiadores da nossa praça perguntava-me o jamiroo: que história é essa do Diogo Morgado? pois bem, o nosso caro Morgado em 2001 decidiu escrever uma peça chamada (O)Pressão (reparem como Morgado não parece incomodado com o facto de Pressão ser do género feminino), que seria depois levada à cena na Casa do Artista, onde para além do próprio Morgado, participavam algumas das novas estrelas da nossa televisão (Pedro Granger, Paula Neves, etc). o problema é que as semelhanças com o filme O Clube de John Hughes eram tão flagrantes que ao primeiro visionamento foram diversas as vozes que se levantaram acusando o jovem Morgado de plágio. de tal forma que a peça foi retirada de cena e Morgado deu uma entrevista à Focus procurando minimizar a questão. a entrevista que publico na integra é essa sim uma verdadeira obra prima, do mais hilariante que já li e de fazer corar de inveja o próprio John Cleese. menos engraçadas são as consequências que o jovem Morgado teve de enfrentar: ou seja nenhumas. o rapaz lá foi para a Amazónia contracenar com a Maitê Proença e arruinar o pouco que restava de bom ao filme do Leonel. depois quando regressou já o assunto estava esquecido e o caro Morgado lá continuou a sua vidinha. mas passemos à entrevista propriamente dita: (O) Pressão, peça de Diogo Morgado em cena na Casa do Artista, foi suspensa por suspeita de plágio. Em causa estão extraordinárias semelhanças com o filme "O Clube", de John Hughes (1985). Morgado, de 21 anos, justifica-se e anuncia a partida para o Brasil, onde vai filmar A Selva, de Leonel Vieira Focus: Quando escreveu (O)Pressão, não se apercebeu de que estava a copiar The Breakfast Club/O Clube, de John Hughes? Diogo Morgado: É assim: aqui só se pode falar em plágio no que diz respeito às cinco personagens, porque o filme passa-se numa sala normal e a peça numa cave cheia de tubos. Realmente, as semelhanças são muito grandes, e eu tenho de assumir que me inspirei no filme. Mas vi-o há cinco anos, com os meus pais, e só vi um bocadinho do início. F: Como explica, então, que tanto o filme como a peça acabem com um beijo entre o marginal e a betinha? DM: É uma coincidência. F: O que diria a John Hughes se, algum dia, tivesse a oportunidade de explicar-lhe o sucedido? DM: Nem sabia que o filme era do John Hughes... Mas dizia-lhe: "Obrigado pela ideia" e explicava-lhe que, hoje em dia, está tudo inventado. Claro que estas coincidências não podem acontecer assim, por dá-cá-aquela-palha. Mas ninguém me tira da cabeça que a peça é da minha autoria. F: Porque é que a peça foi suspensa uma semana antes do prazo? Os actores que trabalharam consigo reagiram a mal à notícia do plágio? DM: O Pedro Granget foi quem ficou mais desagradado e, por causa disso, decidimos não fazer os espectáculos deste fim-de-semana. Mas eu também tinha de resolver alguns problemas logísticos, relativos ao bar que tenciono abrir e à minha partida para o Brasil... F: O que gostaria de dizer aos espectadores que pagaram para ver a sua peça, imaginando que se tratava de uma coisa original? DM: Peço-lhes desculpa. O meu processo criativo não foi o melhor. F: Os três meses que vai passar agora na Amazónia, em filmagens, vão permitir que assente a poeira em torno da polémica? DM: De facto, isto tem-me dado algumas dores de cabeça. Mas até preferia ficar cá, para me justificar melhor. F: A que cuidados se vai obrigar quando escrever uma nova peça? DM: Já tenho diversas coisas na gaveta, mas inspiradas rigorosamente em mim. Terei especial cuidado em não aproximar-me do universo de nenhum autor. Joel Neto (Focus, 12.05.2001) Merecia ou não uma encenação teatral esta entrevista? dramaturgos do nosso país toca a arregaçar as mangas e pôr mãos à obra.

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Daily Porcelain Dog #38

12/24/18

“Hutschenreuther Giant Schnauzer Dog Figurine Porcelain Vintage Granget”

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Début de texte – reprise de plume

Après quelques mois d’inaction… me voici de retour avec le début d’un texte.

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La famille Granget était une famille comme les autres. 

Tous les matins, Madame Granget se réveillait de bonne heure, après ses exercices matinaux, elle passait des heures dans son bain, sels, parfums et bougies. C’était un rituel, un plaisir ineffable pour bien commencer sa journée. Monsieur Granget quant à…

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Blogue #6: L’identité dans un monde d’avatars

L’identité d’une personne réelle peut varier dans l’univers numérique depuis l’arrivée des plateformes de médias sociaux. Une identité numérique peut être une forme d’évasion de la réalité pour certaines personnes, mais qu’est-ce que c’est?

Commençons par une définition de l’identité qui émet deux logiques : « la perception de sa construction personnelle et celle qui est perçue et reconnue par les autres » (Ben Amor et Lucia, 2011). Évidemment, ces logiques sont interprétées de différente façon selon le champ d’études et le chercheur. L’identité numérique, quant à elle, est l’évolution d’un individu sur une ou plusieurs plateformes numériques. De nos jours, 8 % des Canadiens créent des blogues et/ou des pages de médias sociaux à leurs nouveau-nées (Ben Amor et Lucia, 2011). Même que maintenant, les photographies d’échographies circulent beaucoup sur internet, ce qui fait en sorte que l’identité numérique d’une personne peut commencer au niveau prénatal (Ben Amor et Lucia, 2011). Lorsque cet individu est enfin en âge de contrôler lui-même son identité numérique vient la quête de popularité, la pression sociale et de nombreux facteurs qui poussent l’individu à publier le meilleur de lui-même sur internet. Certains restent fidèles à eux-mêmes alors que d’autres essaieront d’être le prochain « influenceur » à succès. Sans dire que tout le monde essaie d’être un Kardashian sur internet, beaucoup ressentent la pression invisible d’être populaire sur sa plateforme personnelle. Que leur présence sur internet soit pour montrer leur art, parler de politique ou faire des vidéos de maquillage, beaucoup se surpassent pour faire les journaux web et faire monter leurs abonnées. Le danger de cette identité numérique est la libre interprétation des propos et des photos partagés en ligne. La déformation des propos ainsi que les fausses rumeurs peuvent être fréquentes lorsque la communication n’est pas bien construite. Finalement, il y a aussi ce qu’on appelle les « suicides numériques » qui consistent à supprimer entièrement son identité numérique pour retourner à son identité réelle. La plupart des gens qui le commettent sont souvent soulagés d’être libérés du poids des différentes pressions invisibles des plateformes numériques.

Pour finir, l’identité numérique peut bien s’articuler avec l’identité réelle autant qu’elle peut en différer de tous points. Du début prénatal au suicide numérique, beaucoup de choses peuvent arriver lorsqu’un individu ressent la pression d’une e-réputation. Personnellement, j’ai déjà pensé plus d’une fois à supprimer mes réseaux sociaux, qu’en est-il de vous?

Références

Ben Amor, S. & Granget, L. (2011). L'identité numérique: De la construction au suicide en 52 minutes. Les Cahiers du numérique, vol. 7(1), 103-115. https://www-cairn-info.acces.bibl.ulaval.ca/revue-les-cahiers-du-numerique-2011-1-page-103.htm

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