{"id":6694,"date":"2011-03-18T05:30:29","date_gmt":"2011-03-18T04:30:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=6694"},"modified":"2011-03-18T08:10:34","modified_gmt":"2011-03-18T07:10:34","slug":"facebook-or-not-facebook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=6694","title":{"rendered":"Facebook or not Facebook."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je me demande pourquoi nous aimons autant Facebook.
\nUn endroit pour l\u00e2cher ce que nous sommes,
\nUn lieu pour se r\u00eaver en statuts \u00e9conomes.<\/p>\n

Des \u00e9changes futiles, parfois bien compliqu\u00e9s,
\nDes bouteilles \u00e0 la mer, esp\u00e9rant l’ami capable de les d\u00e9coder,
\nAu fond, tous plus ou moins tortur\u00e9s,
\nD\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9ment seuls, cherchant celui qui sait.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Fessebook slip by Adri<\/a><\/p>\n

Des \u00e9crits au long terme inutiles, qui savent calmer,
\nParce que se sentir vivante, c’est parfois juste se savoir \u00e9cout\u00e9e.<\/p>\n

Et vous, Facebook ou pas ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Et pour me suivre pour Facebook … c’est l\u00e0<\/a>.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je me demande pourquoi nous aimons autant Facebook. Un endroit pour l\u00e2cher ce que nous sommes, Un lieu pour se r\u00eaver en statuts \u00e9conomes. Des \u00e9changes futiles, parfois bien compliqu\u00e9s, Des bouteilles \u00e0 la mer, esp\u00e9rant l’ami capable de les d\u00e9coder, Au fond, tous plus ou moins tortur\u00e9s, D\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9ment seuls, cherchant celui qui sait. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[38],"tags":[511,342,510,21],"class_list":["post-6694","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-adri","tag-enfant","tag-facebook","tag-mode"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-1JY","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6694","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6694"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6694\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6694"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6694"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6694"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}