BEGIN:VCALENDAR VERSION:2.0 PRODID:-//https://reliance-manuel.cc/?//YesWiki doryphore 4.5.5//EN SOURCE:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?api/forms/2/entries/ical BEGIN:VEVENT UID:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?YoupiIciCEstLeTitre URL:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?YoupiIciCEstLeTitre DTSTAMP:20260313T071358Z DTSTART:20200107T230000Z DTEND:20200110T230000Z CREATED:20200124T084252Z DATE-MOD:20210621T173356Z SUMMARY:Youpi ici c'est le titre NAME:Youpi ici c'est le titre DESCRIPTION:Un événement autour du vin, c'est pour cela qu'il est à Bordeaux... \nSource: https://reliance-manuel.cc/?YoupiIciCEstLeTitre LOCATION:Bordeaux GEO:44.841225;-0.5800364 END:VEVENT BEGIN:VEVENT UID:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?YeswikidaY URL:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?YeswikidaY DTSTAMP:20260313T071358Z DTSTART:20200430T070000Z DTEND:20200430T140000Z CREATED:20200212T102149Z DATE-MOD:20210806T083429Z SUMMARY:Yeswikiday NAME:Yeswikiday DESCRIPTION:Une journée pour faire avancer le projet Yeswiki dans la bonne humeur \nSource: https://reliance-manuel.cc/?YeswikidaY LOCATION:7700 Mouscron GEO:50.7433351;3.2139093 IMAGE;VALUE=URI;DISPLAY=BADGE:https://reliance-manuel.cc/files/YeswikidaY_ yeswiki-logo.png ATTACH:https://reliance-manuel.cc/files/YeswikidaY_yeswiki-logo.png END:VEVENT BEGIN:VEVENT UID:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?TesT2 URL:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?TesT2 DTSTAMP:20260313T071358Z DTSTART:20230530T160000Z DTEND:20230530T170000Z CREATED:20210524T205403Z DATE-MOD:20210621T172914Z SUMMARY:Sortie Culturelle NAME:Sortie Culturelle DESCRIPTION:La culture, moins on en a, plus on l'étale! \nSource: https://reliance-manuel.cc/?TesT2 LOCATION:Avenue des Champs Elysées 75000 Paris GEO:48.865669;2.3203067 IMAGE;VALUE=URI;DISPLAY=BADGE:https://reliance-manuel.cc/files/TesT2_prese nce-photo.png ATTACH:https://reliance-manuel.cc/files/TesT2_presence-photo.png END:VEVENT BEGIN:VEVENT UID:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?MayDivorceBeWithYou URL:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?MayDivorceBeWithYou DTSTAMP:20260313T071358Z DTSTART:20220512T220000Z DTEND:20220513T220000Z CREATED:20250513T152847Z DATE-MOD:20250513T152847Z SUMMARY:May Divorce Be With You NAME:May Divorce Be With You DESCRIPTION: Télécharger le fichier 14391465img_86451422656291.jpg (https://reliance-manuel.cc/?api/upload&file=14391465img_8645142265629 1.jpg)\nI'm not really sure what to do with the paper that arrived a few days ago. The mail brings all sorts of stuff my way, and I usually know right where to put whatever I receive: bills over on the bill pile, magazines straight up to my bedroom. I rip the credit card offers into shreds and slip them into the recycle bin.\n\nBut this decree of divorce thing, I don't know what to do with it: it's an elephant on the counter; it's a traveling ghost, a road-weary apparition, who's finally found a home to haunt.\n\nI ended up tucking it back behind some CDs in this long wooden planter thing I use to store loose change and old keys and stuff like that. It just sits there, behind a letter from my landlord saying he's going to be out of town until March, off to some warmer place while the rest of us are stuck here in the middle of this icy, snowy winter. I guess it's just as good a place as any for the thing. It's just one piece of paper, a few words/some signatures/some state certified stamp of declaration saying it's over. If I was that piece of paper, I think it might be nice to be all cuddled up against the idea of my landlord kicking it on a beach in Florida or wherever he went.\n Sponsored Ads \nLooking For Divorced Singles? Try Loveawake free dating site: \nMeet Divorced Singles in Germany (https://www.loveawake.com/free-online-dating/Germany-dating-service.html? page=53)\n(He didn't say where he was going. He doesn't want me to know? Whatever.)\n\nI'm not handling it all that well, I suppose. It'd be cool for me to be able to write one of those self-helpy, "I feel so empowered", bullshit articles about how much this divorce is making me strong and liberated and blah blah blah, but that's not me at all.\n\nThe letter sucks. The letter can suck it.\n\nThe way I still see it, divorce is a disease. And I caught it. And I feel the same as I've always felt, except that I am divorced.\n\nI guess the whole liberation thing must take some time to kick in, huh?\n\n--\n\nEvery time you love someone, you end up giving up a lot. In some ways, I feel like there ought to be a camp or something for learning how to love right. You can laugh at that if you want, but some of us—hell, a lot of us—walking around out there in the world, we never really got it. No one ever talked to me about how to treat a lady. No one ever talked to me about listening. I've known maybe three good listeners in my life, but it was only like in the past three weeks that I finally figured out that they're good listeners, you know?\n\nThat's so weird to me.\nI feel as devastated and confused as I ever have, like I killed someone I loved. Or like I killed myself. Except I did it all wrong and I'm still here, getting letters in the mail, ripping up credit card offers by myself at the kitchen island.\nI'm divorced now and it seems like a freaky dream, like I'm baked and laying a hammock somewhere and I'm going to wake up with a cold can of Country Time trickling across my chest and I'm going to realize that it was all just a slice of imagination pie.\n\nIt would be pretty cool in a way, to have it all be one of those moments when you wake up from a bad dream and you realize that the person you just watched get eaten by a zombie or whatever, they're actually standing over there by the BBQ, good as new, yammering away to your mutual friends by a picnic table covered in potato chips and beer cans.\n\nThey have no idea you just watched a monster gnaw their large intestine like an ear of August corn. And they will never need to know either, unless you want make them smile as you walk over to grab a burger.\n\nI dunno. I know it's all so dumb, what I'm saying, but that's what's happening to me lately. This divorce is with me now and that's the way it is, but still.\n\nI'm dumb. I'm dumbfounded, dumbstruck, dumbed down, dump-trucked.\n\nWhy did you even get divorced then, asshole?\n\nSometimes I think I lost the love of my life when I opened that envelope the other day. I stared hard at it, trying to process what I was feeling. You get that kind of letter in the mail and even though you knew it was coming, you still don't know much about what to do with it.\n--\n\nI have tried to be pure and noble, but I don't know—how do you pull that off? What is "pure and noble" anyway? And why do even want to try and be that? I have no idea.\n\nNo one said, "Duuude. You're getting a divorce? Oh man. You should try and get pure and noble ASAP, man, because divorce is a mindfuck and you have no idea."\n\nNo one really said anything to me about filing for divorce. People have their own crap to deal with: sick kids, car repairs, midwinter blues. People hear the word "divorce" and it means nothing to them. It's common.\n\nYou'll be all right, they tell themselves. Serge is getting a divorce. Hmph. That's a shame, I guess. Or maybe it's not. It doesn't matter. I've got to get the oil changed on the Toyota. He'll survive. He's a big boy.\n\nI get it.\n\nThere are certain keywords you can drop into your Facebook feed and have people reacting in a frenzy, unable to control themselves. Words like "cancer" or "prayers" or "Obama," they make people froth one way or the other. But the word "divorce"? No way. People mostly skim it and skip it. It's tired. It's awkward. Plus, you'll survive.\n\nYou might be a banged-up baby bitch with no hubcaps and no gas and you're covered in pigeon shit when you come out the other side, when you finally get your little paper in the mail long after the fact that people already know you're getting a divorce and it's all so played out, but you'll survive, bro.\n\nChin up, man! There's plenty of fish in the sea.\n\nThat's what you pretty much get.\n\nFuck that, though. I don't feel "chin up" at all. I feel as devastated and confused as I ever have, like I killed someone I loved. Or like I killed myself. Except I did it all wrong and I'm still here, getting letters in the mail, ripping up credit card offers by myself at the kitchen island.\n\n--\n\nI'll survive. I know that. And I'll grow and get wiser and all that happy horseshit too. I know that. We all know that. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just survive and not learn a damn thing from any of this and end up doing it all over again somehow, you know?\n\nThere are no guarantees in this world except one. And that's this: From the minute you are born, you are running out of time.\n\nYou need to chase down the things you want to chase down before it's too late. You need to feast with kings or die trying. You need to believe in your own ability to love and be loved and whatever bizarre or complicated roads that might take you down, you should never ever feel sorry for yourself or regret any of it.\nSometimes I think I lost the love of my life when I opened that envelope the other day. I stared hard at it, trying to process what I was feeling. You get that kind of letter in the mail and even though you knew it was coming, you still don't know much about what to do with it.\nI stood there, sipping my coffee, looking at the letter, at the stranger's signatures that marked the end of an era, an official declaration of the end of love. I stood there trying hard to let my body take me on the ride, yo. Take me on that badass journey that comes with being "free."\n\nI took the letter with me out on to the back porch for a smoke. It was cold out there—snow was all over my rented backyard. But I wanted to give the letter a little time to do its thing, you know? I paid decent money for the damn thing, after all.\n\nSo, yeah, I wanted to feel what I paid to friggin' feel.\n\nI lit a smoke and stared up at the brown ridges at the edge of town. I winced—Clint Eastwood, 1969. Bring it on, I thought.\n\nBring on the new fresh winds of change. Let them blow down hard off of that ridge right there and let them slam into me like some uptown express train I step in front of.\n\nMake me feel whole. Make me feel good. Make me feel alive/titillated/exhilarated/recreated. Make me feel something, goddammit.\n\nMake me something other than sad.\n\nI held the letter up in front of my face, raised my arm and flicked my lighter—it caught the first time. It burned away in seconds. Gone forever. It never happened. Ashes skimming across the snow like tiny elk you might watch from a helicopter.\n\nThen I went inside the house.\n\n--\n\nThen you remembered the beginning of my story, the part where I told you that I still have my divorce letter sitting there next to the letter from my landlord and you realized you were feeling a little confused.\n\nThis guy's weird. He's telling two endings at once.\n\nThen, finally, after all this time, after all this hot air and smoke and all, you finally figured out exactly how it feels to be me—divorced. \nSource: https://reliance-manuel.cc/?MayDivorceBeWithYou END:VEVENT BEGIN:VEVENT UID:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?NextTimeYouSeeMeIllBeLaughingAtDivor URL:https://reliance-manuel.cc/?NextTimeYouSeeMeIllBeLaughingAtDivor DTSTAMP:20260313T071358Z DTSTART:20220512T220000Z DTEND:20220513T220000Z CREATED:20250513T155446Z DATE-MOD:20250513T155446Z SUMMARY:Next Time You See Me, I’ll Be Laughing at Divorce NAME:Next Time You See Me, I’ll Be Laughing at Divorce DESCRIPTION: Télécharger le fichier 14388490fullsizerender161419969030.jpg (https://reliance-manuel.cc/?api/upload&file=14388490fullsizerender161 419969030.jpg)\n\nOnce in a while, when I think about this new reality, these final weeks leading up to my last required signature and the very last twists of my wrists that will lead to my divorce being final, I start stumbling and losing my groove, you know?\n\nI don’t know what it is.\n\nMaybe it’s just me missing my old life for a sec. It’s so hard to let go. It just is.\n\nBut I get it. Probably it’s more likely me thinking that I miss it all. Whatever. It doesn’t matter, I guess. I lose my breath because I lose my groove. Divorce is so big you can’t fathom it all at once. But sometimes I try and when I do, that’s when I feel the Earth spin out from under me. When I try and take it all in, layer upon layer of everything at once, I just spin out. I end up eye-to-eye with the daydream curb.\n Sponsored Ads \nLooking For Divorced Singles? Try Loveawake free dating site: \nMeet Divorced Singles in Germany (https://www.loveawake.com/free-online-dating/Germany-dating-service.html? page=53)\nI get to feeling dizzy, to feeling the world moving in to watch me like people crowding up on some city street heart attack.\n\nWhat’s he doing?\n\nIs he moving?\n\nIs he dead?\n\nYo, that motherer is dead, yo.\n\nStreet heart attacks are tricky, like divorce, really. You can’t win no matter what you do. It’s got to be Manhattan, too, you know? You don’t want to drop down in a heap in the middle of some lame-ass Salt Lake City evening. Believe me, no one will see you because there’s no one there. Maybe two bums and a bishop, but that’s about it. Don’t waste your time, my man.\n\nWhen you imagine yourself in the worst possible scenario, at least do it up right, OK? Promise me you will imagine your blues to the hilt. Get your heart to explode inside your chest outside the Sbarro in Times Square. There will be all kinds of people standing around out there to watch you, trust me.\n\nPeople hang out there, kind of hoping for coronaries.\n\nAnd the thing is, some people walking home from work in the cold January drizzle, they want to see a downed man raise his hand, touch a paramedic’s arm. But others, well, they might be having a shit day, or maybe they’re just sniffing the darkness for whatever reason. And with those people, behind their faces, they’re kind of secretly hoping that they get to walk away from a dude who didn’t make it.\n\nDay-uhm, they’ll say to themselves. He didn’t make it.\n\nAnd they’ll head up the block feeling wildly invigorated by the fact that they’re still alive. I mean, let’s face it: Nothing makes you feel more alive than watching another man die.\n\nTry it sometime. Or don’t, it’s up to you.\n\n--\n\nStumbling around in a sad daze is not that funny. But stumbling around in a sad daze and recognizing that I’m stumbling around in a sad daze as I’m doing it? Funny.\n\nSo that’s my jam now.\n\nI’m struggling with so much, but I think most of it is ego. I can’t wrap my head around the idea of someone who wanted to be with me forever not wanting that anymore. Isn’t that weird? Think about it. It’s high comedy if you read it right.\n\nLaugh at the most inappropriate times and chuckle at my own actions, at my foolish fleeting thoughts about a girl and a marriage and a dude down on the ground heart attacking in the most ridiculous place to heart attack on Earth and suddenly I’m smiling at my own dilemma, from the safety of the crowd, which is where we kind of all belong anyway.\n\n--\n\nPart of me is dead now. It won’t grow back. It can’t. You lose parts of yourself in this life because that’s the way it’s supposed to be. You lose your teeth, you might lose your hair. You lose your stamina and the back alleys of mind over time. It sucks but it is what it is. You lose the ability to piss right, to whizz hard and fast like a racehorse or a circus elephant. You lose pieces of your sweet and silly heart and it’s all part of your story.\n\n--\n\nWhat I suppose I’m recognizing with each passing day, with each hour rolling by me and her moving further and further apart in the tiniest massive ways, is that I’m still here.\n\nI’m still living. I’m still alive. And I think I’m going to make it. I think I’m going to manage to do what I need to do, what I’ve been doing now all along, all by myself, and get up off the street and dust myself off and walk over to the ambulance to get checked out.\n\nAnd they’re going to tell me the whole effing thing was just wild indigestion.\n\n“It ain’t a heart attack,’ the medic will mumble, bored to near violence with my resurrection. He’ll look down at the mustard crust in the crooks of my lips. “How many vendor hot dogs you eat today?”\n\n“Six,” I’ll say, sheepishly.\n\n“There you go.”\n\n--\n\nDeath and divorce aren’t all that different. It’s like the other person died in a way, and you have to keep on going. They’re not dead, obviously, and that’s a good thing, but if you’ve tasted big breakup you catch my drift.\n\nWhen I dream of dying, I dream of dying clean, like a cowboy in a movie.\n\n“Go on without me,” I want to whisper to three blue-eyed maidens I’ve just saved from doom. “Go on without me and run to the hills.”\n\nThey begin to weep. He’s so brave. They want to make love to my fading vessel.\n\nI close my eyes, blood streaming out of the bullet hole in my chest that would have killed any other man the moment it happened. But not me. I take my time, say goodbye in my own rough way.\n\n“Take the high trail out past Carson’s Wash,” I whisper. “You’ll be safe up there. They’ll never catch you.” They all lean in and kiss my cheek at once. Handsome bastard. Handsome brave dying son of a bitch. Then I die, out there in the red rock desert. A hero. A real man.\n\nIsn’t that funny? God, I’m an idiot. But it’s all good. I dig it. I dig me. I dig me even now, even after dealing with my crazy self for so long this past year. I dig me even as I kill my old character off on this plain old winter morning.\n\nA heart attack on the street/a gunshot in film: This divorce is all of it and more. So I’ll be here in my little corner of the galaxy, dreaming my little dreams and laugh at myself for now. Because that’s my only way out, I think. I’ll be over here chilling/laughing at my own demise.\n\nAnd I have a feeling I’m onto something very, very big. \nSource: https://reliance-manuel.cc/?NextTimeYouSeeMeIllBeLaughingAtDivor END:VEVENT END:VCALENDAR