<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973</id><updated>2011-10-09T02:37:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>portraits robot-mot-minute</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114103885355958169</id><published>2006-02-27T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:14:13.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Thomas Brodin</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : faire le tour du monde de la mauvaise foi, parasiter la dépendance, faire un enfant vivant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve d’une retraite en amour, d’un bleu grandissant, d’être serein en voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, un magnétisme, des beaufs égocentriques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin des regards, je suis égotisme de la découverte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le langage est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114103885355958169?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114103885355958169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114103885355958169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114103885355958169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114103885355958169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-thomas-brodin.html' title='Portrait de Thomas Brodin'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114103877619740157</id><published>2006-02-27T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:12:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Matthieu Rozelot</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : faire un enfant-loup, voir un concert de chaînes, entretenir un bel avion Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve d’une mer qui marche sur les mains, de parler hébreu avec le soleil, de jouer l’harmonica des vies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, le reflet rond des sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin d’un poil, je suis agrafe de canapé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le film est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114103877619740157?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114103877619740157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114103877619740157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114103877619740157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114103877619740157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-matthieu-rozelot.html' title='Portrait de Matthieu Rozelot'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114103871889930377</id><published>2006-02-27T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:11:58.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Laura Laguillaumie</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : mener la grande révolution de la ponctualité, avoir une histoire d’amour et d’injustice, goûter l’angoisse avec tranquilité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve d’écouter d’autres désespoirs, de jouer la musique de l’illusion, de parler toutes les langues du regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, des pamplemousses sales et circulaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin du frais, je suis la frangine des balançoires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vite est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114103871889930377?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114103871889930377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114103871889930377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114103871889930377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114103871889930377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-laura-laguillaumie.html' title='Portrait de Laura Laguillaumie'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114088021640512320</id><published>2006-02-25T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:10:16.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Christophe C</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : baiser l’ennui, revoir mes pertes, penser l’attente juste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve de bien choisir mon silence, de ne penser à rien par tendresse, de voler ton sommeil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, une piste à la graisse d’âme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin de la chute, je suis l’algorithme calme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La danse est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114088021640512320?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114088021640512320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114088021640512320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114088021640512320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114088021640512320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-christophe-c.html' title='Portrait de Christophe C'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114088010501304447</id><published>2006-02-25T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:08:25.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Manou G</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : rêver de mes fantômes, dormir sans cauchemars, faire des enfant sous la pluie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve d’un rêve où je me regarde dormir, de nager dans la mer du monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, un champs de couilles une fenêtre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin des sensuels, je suis calmes chatouilles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le mouvement est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114088010501304447?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114088010501304447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114088010501304447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114088010501304447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114088010501304447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-manou-g.html' title='Portrait de Manou G'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114088002932396020</id><published>2006-02-25T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:07:09.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Fabien M</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : vivre bien par facilité, surfer sur un nuage d’évidence, manger de l’incompréhension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve de choisir par compréhension, de savoir quel partage, d’une liberté qui ne se penche pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, la circonférence égoïste d’un espoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin de mes putains, je suis le doux, l’évanescent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Kazakh-choc est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114088002932396020?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114088002932396020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114088002932396020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114088002932396020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114088002932396020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-fabien-m.html' title='Portrait de Fabien M'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-114087993039305859</id><published>2006-02-25T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:05:30.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait de Marianne P</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : savoir jouer d’un instrument du pouvoir, avoir un enfant dans l’indifférence, construire la perte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve de voler en mélomane, de ne plus avoir peur des calembours, de fariboles en toutes langues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, un embrouillamini de calices et de glaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin du frisson, je suis nuage héliotrope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La joie est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-114087993039305859?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/114087993039305859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=114087993039305859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114087993039305859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/114087993039305859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-marianne-p.html' title='Portrait de Marianne P'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-113891434244128891</id><published>2006-02-02T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:11:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>portrait de Juliette Iturralde</title><content type='html'>J’aimerais en être capable : baiser au travail, me baigner dans mes intestins, écrire en famille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve d’une peau finie, de masses qui volent, d’identifier les souffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, des toupies à trique et lunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin de  l’équanimité, je suis napperon couleur barre chocolatée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le praticable est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-113891434244128891?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113891434244128891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=113891434244128891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/113891434244128891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/113891434244128891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/portrait-de-juliette-iturralde.html' title='portrait de Juliette Iturralde'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21883973.post-113891430091715118</id><published>2006-02-02T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:16:48.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La machine à portraitiser</title><content type='html'>a) Protocole de passation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modalité : Entretien dirigé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interventions du portraitiste :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dis-moi :&lt;br /&gt;a) trois mots maudits&lt;br /&gt;b) trois mots merveilleux&lt;br /&gt;c) 1 mot circulaire&lt;br /&gt;d) 1 mot miroir&lt;br /&gt;e) 1 mot obscène&lt;br /&gt;f) 1 mot sensation&lt;br /&gt;g) 1 mot sage&lt;br /&gt;h) 1 mot tiré par les cheveux&lt;br /&gt;i) 1 mot animé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si le portraitisé hésite et peine, passer à la rubrique suivante. Les protagonistes du portrait reviendront ensuite sur cette rubrique.&lt;br /&gt;Demander des substantifs. Puis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi :&lt;br /&gt;1) 3 choses que tu aimerais faire avant de mourir.&lt;br /&gt;2) 3 choses que tu aimerais faire avant de naître. (d’apparaître au monde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demander des verbes à l’infinitif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Protocole d’assemblage :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portrait-robot-mot-minute de prénom et nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais en être capable : assemblages a1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je rêve de assemblages b2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autour de moi, c,d et e (+garniture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loin de f , je suis le début d’ assemblage g+h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le  i est mon principe de vie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21883973-113891430091715118?l=robotmotminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/feeds/113891430091715118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21883973&amp;postID=113891430091715118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/113891430091715118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21883973/posts/default/113891430091715118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robotmotminute.blogspot.com/2006/02/la-machine-portraitiser.html' title='La machine à portraitiser'/><author><name>Fabien Perret</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07500597031702149013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kxNx6zFstQ/SOUMjjGGr5I/AAAAAAAAACw/a5Rxy9ZCDwY/S220/DSCN0268.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
