Le e-citoyen

Smartcity, healthcare, e-education, a touch of green and some thoughts

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The magic of Steve Jobs wasn’t in being right. It was in being sure.
The magic of Steve Jobs wasn’t in being right. It was in being sure.

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They will tell you that it’s easy (it’s not). They will tell you that it’s fun (it is, but only sometimes). They will tell you that you must be born with it (not true).
S. Godin (The Icarus Deception: How High Will You Fly? )

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Don’t think you’re anything special. Don’t think you’re as good as we are. Don’t think you’re smarter than we are. Don’t convince yourself that you’re better than we are. Don’t think you know more than we do. Don’t think you are more important than we are. Don’t think you are good at anything. Don’t laugh at us. Don’t think anyone cares about you. Don’t think you can teach us anything. And the bonus rule, which brings shame and vulnerability to the forefront: Don’t think that there aren’t a few things we know about you. This indoctrination is how you destroy any hope that art will happen. This is what the industrialist believes, and he used to be right. But no longer.
S. Godin (The Icarus Deception: How High Will You Fly? )

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Success can be just as fraught with danger as failure, because it opens more doors and carries more responsibility.
S. Godin (The Icarus Deception: How High Will You Fly? )

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A challenge the artist faces is that the work is going to be seen, and it is your work.
S. Godin (The Icarus Deception: How High Will You Fly? )

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If you want someone else to take the blame and give you the credit, you will wait a very long time.
S. Godin (The Icarus Deception: How High Will You Fly? )

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Une maison ouverte, 
pour laisser entrer la lumière, 
les invités solaires, 
les rencontres encore vertes.


Une fenêtre sur le sol, 
pour ne pas oublier, 
qu’on n’est jamais vraiment seul, 
à oublier de regarder ses pieds.


Des herbes bleues, 
fragments de cieux, 
saupoudrés de ci de là, 
sans ordre, ni motif. Ou pas …



Text by dagautier
Drawing by Geoffrey Dorne

Une maison ouverte,
pour laisser entrer la lumière,
les invités solaires,
les rencontres encore vertes.

Une fenêtre sur le sol,
pour ne pas oublier,
qu’on n’est jamais vraiment seul,
à oublier de regarder ses pieds.

Des herbes bleues,
fragments de cieux,
saupoudrés de ci de là,
sans ordre, ni motif. Ou pas …

Text by dagautier
Drawing by Geoffrey Dorne

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