L'OGC Nice peut arborer un très large sourire après le succès acquis face au Paris Saint-Germain samedi lors de la 29e journée (1-0). Car outre les bienfaits évidents au classement, les Aiglons peuvent s'estimer particulièrement heureux. Dominés durant l'ensemble de la rencontre face à des Parisiens qui se sont créés de nombreuses occasions mais n'ont pas su marquer, les Niçois ont fini par faire la différence par Rémy.

Les cinq derniers matchs de la 23eme journée de ProA se sont déroulés samedi soir. Nancy, dominé à domicile par Hyères-Toulon (90-95) a raté une belle occasion de rejoindre Gravelines et Cholet à la deuxième place, à un point du leader manceau. Au lieu de celà, les Lorrains partagent la quatrième place du classement avec Orléans et Roanne, qui ont respectivement battu Dijon (77-61) et Strasbourg (82-74). Dans un match capital pour son maintien, Chalon a facilement disposé du Havre (99-76). Enfin, succès de Paris-Levallois face à Rouen (92-88).

Justin Bieber remains an immutable force of Twitter trend power, taking the top slot again for the third week in a row. Tweeters also showed their love (and/or disdain) for a number of other pop singers, and celebrated a few holidays this past week.

Thanks to our friends at What The Trend, we have yet another interesting stats-eye-view of the Twitterverse. Because this is a topical list, hashtag memes and games have been omitted from the chart below.

Beyond Justin Bieber, Follow Friday, and Music Monday — the reigning trend champs — St. Patrick’s Day made an appearance as people tweeted their revelry, and Lady Gaga crept up on the list with the premiere of her new video on Vevo and a tour in New Zealand.

The Jonas Brothers hung tight near the middle, while circle enthusiasts everywhere tweeted vigorously about Pi Day on March 14th, spurred on no doubt by the charming Google doodle that commemorated the occasion.

If you own a TV or computer, you probably know that March Madness is upon us, and bracket-related tweets have been flying around the web all week, landing the term at number seven.

Rounding out the chart are two more singers who made some news this week. Demi Lovato, the 17 year old actress/singer, stirred some buzz with her admission that she’s dating a Jonas Brother, and Chris Brown, the career-stunted R&B singer, reached out to his fans on the web for some help on making a comeback.

Strangely, tweets about the ongoing South By Southwest (SXSW) conference — one of the most talked about topics in tech and a favorite of the Twitter community — did not reach critical mass to make this week’s list. This is likely due to the lack of big announcements or product launches from the conference this year.

You can check past Twitter trends in our Top Twitter Topics section as well as read more about this past week’s trends on What The Trend.

Top Twitter Trends This Week 3/13 – 3/19
RankTopicTop Index This WeekChangeDescription#1Justin Bieber1Justin Bieber’s new album My World 2.0 comes out on March 23rd & his fans are excited. He also appeared on Z100.com, QVC, and GMTV in the UK.#2Follow Friday1Follow Friday is a tradition where people tweet people they believe are fun/interesting to follow (on Fridays).#3St. Patrick’s Day2NEWPeople are tweeting "Happy St. Patrick’s Day" and showing their Irish spirit.#4Lady GaGa22Lady GaGa is currently touring in New Zealand.#5Music Monday2Music Monday is a tradition where users recommend music they appreciate every Monday.#6Jonas Brothers7Mentions of the Jonas Brothers.#7March Madness1The National Collegiate Athletic Association’s Division 1 Men’s Basketball tournament started this week.#8Happy Pi Day2NEWMarch 14th is Happy Pi Day! Pi is, roughly, 3.14. And today is 3/14. And March 14 is also the birthday of Albert Einstein#9Demi Lovato3March 13 2010, "Jemi" is confirmed. Demi Lovato admitted to dating Joe Jonas in an interview by Billy Bush. Many people are tweeting their opinions about this new couple. Joe Jonas and Demi also recently released a new song, "Make a Wave."#10Chris Brown1NEWSinger Chris Brown asked his fans to help revive his
career. They have been obliging with a variety of trends.

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Comme vous le savez sans doute, Super Street Fighter IV sortira dans un mois et demi un peu partout dans le monde et notamment en Chine. Pour cette occasion, et comme cela avait déjà été fait lors de…

X-CabInstaller est un logiciel fort pratique qui permettra à tous ceux qui doivent régulièrement réinstaller leur Windows Phone, cas des accros aux ROMs cuisinées par exemple, de pouvoir le faire de manière très simple.

Cette application permet d'installer plusieurs fichiers CABs à la suite. Elle intègre la gestion par liste donc vous pouvez sauvegarder une liste de fichiers CABs que vous pourrez ré-ouvrir. Cette gestion par liste de fichiers va plus loin puisqu'elle permet en mode automatique d'importer toutes les listes présente sur la carte mémoire et d'installer par la même occasion les fichiers qui y sont inscrits.

Totalement gratuit et disponible en français voici un logiciel qui fera certainement le bonheur de certains.

A noter que le programme peut ne pas fonctionner correctement sur certaines ROMs customisées dont les fichiers de traduction ne sont pas totalement conformes (Cas des ROMs mélangeant plusieurs versions de Windows Mobile).

Etats-Unis / Iran Un jour avant l'événement, la Maison Blanche a diffusé quelques extraits du message de Nouvel an que Barack Obama adresse cette année encore aux Iraniens. En rejetant sur Téhéran la responsabilité des tensions et en promettant un internet libre, le président américain use d'un ton assez différent de celui, qualifié d'«historique», qu'il avait employé l'an dernier pour la même occasion. Le président américain, Barack Obama. AFP / Jim Watson

La rubrique (à brac) hebdomadaire des trucs qui m’ont fait marrer ou réagir ou bouillir ou tripper ou m’étonner sur le net et ailleurs au cours de la semaine. Une sorte de Rapido :  la compile du best of du meilleur avec plein de LOL dedans. Cet article est sponsorisé par la légèreté.

- « Un jour dieu ordonna : à Philippe de faire des créneaux et depuis, Philippe Manoeuvre ». C’est le nouveau running gag du web, qui court de Twitter en groupes Facebook. Le genre de site qui recycle tous les vieux jeux de mots moisis que l’on n’osait plus faire sur les noms. Là au moins sur Unjourdieu.com on peut se lâcher. Et on se lâche. Et c’est drôle. Fresh !

- Azzaro mène en ce moment une grande campagne crossmedia pour son parfum Chrome mettant en scène un père et son fils pendant et après une séance de vol en planeur. La signature du spot TV finit par l’énoncé vocal de l’url du site de la campagne « Entre un père et son fils point com ». Mauvaise pioche : quand on saisit cette url « phonétiquement », sachant que les marques se réservent généralement les expressions sans tirets, on arrive ici. Le nom de domaine a été enregistré le 15 mars 2010. Le cybersquatting vise aussi les expressions, et c’est certainement beaucoup plus difficile à contrer juridiquement, sauf si l’expression en question a été protégée à l’INPI auparavant par la marque. Ah, au fait, la bonne adresse est celle-ci : http://www.entre-un-pere-et-son-fils.com.

- à propos, êtes-vous plutôt crossmedia ou plutôt transmedia ? Uh ?

- toujours au sujet de la publicité TV, celle pour la Citroën C3 m’insupporte. Tout ce barnum invraisemblable et un peu crétin pour faire passer quel message ? Ah oui, ça y est : cette voiture a un grand pare-brise. Non mais UN GRAND PARE-BRISE, quoi, t’as vu ? Vingt-cinq ans après on dirait que la vénérable marque aux chevrons ne s’est toujours pas remise du syndrome Séguéla qui a fait tant de mal à la pub française des années quatre-vingt : des spots totalement déconnectés du produit et de la réalité, et un talent incontestable pour la formule creuse. Je me demande vraiment si ce genre de message parle à quelqu’un.

- Pendant ce temps Volkswagen continue à produire des purs spots. Et là ça fait quarante ans que ça dure.

- c’était hier la Journée du Sommeil (bâillements). Une bonne occasion de parler de Sleeping Time, un nouveau site qui vous indique les heures de sommeil de n’importe-quel membre de Twitter. Il suffit pour cela de saisir le pseudo d’un membre et le service analyse ses périodes d’activité et d’inactivité sur Twitter pour en tirer un planning moyen des heures où celui-ci est au pays des rêves. En ce qui me concerne c’est plutôt réaliste puisque le site indique je je dors généralement de minuit à six heures. Pour ceux qui sont sceptiques, Twitter sert aussi à ça

- vous voulez enfin connaître la vraie vérité sur l’âge de votre chien, en années de chien ? C’est par ici. Si quelqu’un connait la même chose pour les chats je suis preneur, histoire de savoir si le mien a atteint l’âge de la retraite.

Je vous souhaite un week-end plein de printemps et de rugby nocturne.

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Officialisé à demi-mots lors du précédent E3, le développement de Pikmin 3 semble bien avancer et la Wii un long fleuve tranquille. C'est Shigeru Miyamoto himself qui s'est confié à l'Official Nintendo Magazine à l'occasion de des BAFTA (Académie Britannique des Arts de la Télévision et du Cinéma) où il a reçu un prix BAFTA Academy Fellowship récompensant un peu l'ensemble de sa carrière. Mais c'est surtout à cette occasion que la tête pensante de Nintendo a révélé que le développement avait commencé en 2008, que le jeu était 'en bonne voie' et qu'il suivait particulièrement son bon développement. Une aubaine pour ceux qui attendent la suite des aventures du Capitaine Olimar depuis l'épisode GameCube (voir Wii pour les récents acquéreurs des titres sortis dans la gamme Nouvelle Façon de Jouer !).On peut dès lors aisément s'attendre à voir le jeu présenté lors du prochain salon de Nintendo. Mais qu'est-ce qu'on en attend justement de ce troisième volet ?

Tonight, we celebrated the 10th anniversary of Yulblog, the world's oldest blogger organization. For the occasion, Stéphanie Marcoux produced this enormous fresco based on the avatars on 50 Yulbloggers.

Yes, I'm in there, check near the middle.

When Terri was diagnosed with cancer, Lionel Shriver was doting – at first. But as her condition worsened, there always seemed to be a reason not to call...

I met Terri in the early 1980s at an arts camp in Connecticut. We were both in the metalsmithing workshop, and this sharply featured, appealingly surly Armenian taught me some new tricks. Her speciality was rivets and other "cold connections", an apt expression in her case. She was a wilful, stubborn woman, more fiercely so than I first realised; 25 years later, I'd discover just how defiant my closest girlfriend could be, even in the face of the undeniable.

Terri was full of the contradictions that always captivate me in people: inclined to bear grudges but incredibly generous (often rocking up with gifts for no reason – why, I still have half a dozen pairs of her shoes). Harsh but warm. Prone to depression but with a knack for festivity. I conjure her scowling down the pavement and rolling in laughter with equal ease. She was tortured and brooding; she was terribly kind. And she was a serious artist in the best sense: not pretentious, but determined to craft interesting work well.

Back in Queens, where we both lived in our mid-20s, we found common cause in our improbable aspirations. She wanted to become a famous artist, I a famous novelist – but Terri had then sold next to nothing and I'd not published more than my phone number. It was a big, indifferent world out there, and an ally was crucial. We'd conspire over a six-pack in my tiny one-bedroom flat, jovially certain that we'd still be best friends when we were "cancerous old bags". It was a running gag. We thought it was funny.

Beware the jokes of your heedless, immortal youth. Fast-forward through two and a half decades, during which Terri and I survived abusive boyfriends, marital problems, professional setbacks, my expatriation to the UK and her exile to New Jersey, Terri's painful endometriosis and four failed IVF treatments, as well as, of course, each other. During my regular summer migration to New York, in 2005, Terri shared her perplexity that she'd been running a low-grade fever for weeks. I said it sounded like a tenacious virus. But shortly thereafter she rang from hospital.

She was being tested for a range of ailments, the most far-fetched of these a rare disease called mesothelioma. Thus it was quite a shock when the doctors confirmed that peritoneal mesothelioma was exactly what she had – almost certainly caused by exposure to the asbestos that laced metalsmithing materials when she was in art school. Her husband Paul reported grimly that the average survival rate for this ravaging cancer was a single year.

Terri was only 50, and the timing was tragic for other reasons, too. From frustration, malaise and exactingly high standards, through most of her career she had underproduced. Yet in recent years something had loosened up, and her output had accelerated. Better still, she was at last imbuing her creations with the feeling they'd sometimes lacked, the most moving of which was an elegy to her unavailing IVF treatments. She was finally pulling in big commissions, one of which was about to go on display at the V&A. At the same time, her brooding demeanour had brightened; she'd grown more outgoing, energetic and relaxed. Almost... happy. Well, so much for that.

On the heels of her diagnosis, I was doting. I'm not tooting my own horn. I suspect being a paragon at the very start of a loved one's illness is pretty much the form. We're on the phone daily. We stop by regularly, and bring freshly baked scones. We follow every medical twist and turn. And we're inclined to rash promises. With a flinch, I recall declaring before Terri's surgery that I'd be willing to move into their house in New Jersey for weeks at a time! I'd be at her beck and call, running errands, preparing meals and filling prescriptions.

Useful tip: if someone close to you falls gravely ill, at the outset, in the first flush of anguish and desperation to help? Watch the mouth.

For the timing of Terri's cancer was terrible for me as well. A month after her diagnosis, I was intending to return home to London, where a host of professional commitments could not (or so it seemed) be reneged upon. Although for most of my literary career I'd scribbled in obscurity, my prospects were suddenly looking up. My seventh novel had inexplicably hit the bestseller list in the UK, and subsequently won the Orange prize earlier that summer. (I still have the droll good-luck package Terri and Paul delivered when I made the shortlist: orange marmalade, orange candles, orange oil.) For the first time, I faced a smorgasbord of opportunities – festival gigs, bookstore appearances, feature assignments – and I was in the middle of a new book.

So, however reluctantly, I flew back to London. After Terri's surgery, Paul phoned with the lowdown: the surgeons had discovered a patch of aggressive "sarcomatoid" cells, which meant Terri's prognosis was bleak.

I will give myself this grudging credit: I did fly back to visit Terri for Thanksgiving that November, and for a while I kept in faithful touch, ringing weekly and following every grisly detail of her punishing chemotherapy. But this is not a boast about what a wonderful friend I was in Terri's time of need. This is a mea culpa.

Little by little, I'd notice that it had been a fortnight since I'd rung New Jersey. I'd kick myself. But some book review would be due that afternoon, so I'd vow to ring tomorrow. Time and again some immediate task would seem more urgent, and I'd tell myself that I should ring Terri when I'm settled and concentrated. Watch out whenever you "tell yourself" anything; it's the red flag of self-deceit. Long hours of being "settled and concentrated" mysteriously failed to manifest themselves.

I stuck a Post-it note on the edge of my desk: "RING TERRI!" Over the months, the note faded, much like my resolve. On the too-rare occasions I acted on the reminder, I had to put a mental gun to my head. But why? This was one of my closest friends, and she was dying. While she was still on this Earth, why was I not battling to maximise every moment? Surely the problem should have been my ringing too often, whizzing back to the States too many times, making a pest of myself.

Granted, our conversations were sometimes awkward. My own life had never gone more swimmingly, while Terri's was circling the drain. I was embarrassed. I found myself editing from our discussions anything I'd done that was exciting or fun. When I returned from an author's tour of Sweden, I portrayed the trip as a drag. This  sort of cover-up reliably backfired. So apparently I felt sorry for myself – for going to Sweden! When Terri could rarely leave the house.

I make no apologies for this, since this is what novelists do: at some midpoint in Terri's decline, I decided that my next novel would draw on this encounter with cancer. At least I had the humanity to refrain from taking notes during our phone calls, thus relinquishing many a "telling detail" and much "great material". Consequently, I had to do an enormous amount of research on mesothelioma later, and this is what I do apologise for: not having done all those web searches on her treatments – the surgery, the drugs, the side-effects – when Terri was still suffering through them. Now, I'm mortified to have Googled "mesothelioma" only once the search was for a book.

When I returned to the US that second summer, Terri had alarmingly deteriorated. Thin to start with, she'd lost weight. She was gaunt and weak, her skin tinged a dark, unsettling orange: a chemo tan. It was obvious where this was headed. But whenever anyone acted as if she wasn't going to make it, Terri grew enraged. She resented the "sentimental" testimonials her friends and relatives recited at her bedside; she thought they were delivering a death sentence. Though she wouldn't have put it that way. I wonder if throughout her illness I ever heard her say the word "death" aloud.

Thus on one count only could I blame Terri herself for my increasingly deficient friendship. Her refusal to admit she was dying meant we couldn't ever talk about the elephant in the room. Pretending that the treatments were working and she was going to come through this injected an artifice in our relationship at odds with the confidences we'd shared for 25 years. Days I did visit, afternoons I did ring, we'd end up talking, lamely, about recipes. Indeed, on a brief trip in November 2006, I visited Terri in New Jersey; it was the last time I'd ever see her, and I knew this instinctively at the time. Yet we spent an appalling proportion of that final visit talking about mashed potatoes.

When her husband rang me in London a few days later with the news, he was consumed with a steely rage. Obviously Paul was angry that he'd lost his wife. But he was also angry at other people. Oh, he expressed his disgust in general terms, as a disillusionment with the human race, a good-riddance to our whole species. But I knew what he meant. Paul's fury was aimed at Terri's friends and family, who had almost universally made themselves scarce for months. His fury was also aimed at me.

I thought I deserved it. I had visited, some. I had rung up, some. But not nearly often enough, and in truth one of my best friends perishing before my eyes had instilled a deep aversion, an instinctive avoidance, a desperation to flee.

It would be a far better thing if I were a lone shithead amid an ocean of altruists. And surely some folks really do step up to the plate when a friend or relative falls mortally ill – wonderful people who keep popping by with casseroles to the very last day. I have a new admiration for such stalwarts, as well as a new appreciation for the Christian duty to "visit the sick". Yet I fear this suddenly-remembering-somewhere-you-gotta-be is a common failing of our time. In fearing and avoiding death, we fear and avoid the dying.

I'll risk sounding preachy, since I've paid for my sermon with a regret that never leaves me. Most of us will experience the afflictions of our nearest and dearest perhaps multiple times before we're faced with a deadly diagnosis of our own. So be mindful. Disease is frightening. It's unpleasant. It reminds us of everything we try not to think about on our own accounts. A biological instinct to steer clear of contagion can kick in even with diseases like cancer that we understand rationally aren't communicable. So the urge to avoid sick people runs very deep. Notice it. Then overcome it. There will always be something you'd rather do than confront the agony, anxiety and exile of serious illness, and these alternative endeavours seem terribly pressing in the moment: replacing the printer cartridge, catching up on urgent work-related email. But nothing is more pressing than someone you love who's suffering, and whose continuing existence you can no longer take for granted. So never vow to ring "tomorrow" – pick up the bloody phone.

· So Much For That, by Lionel Shriver, is published by HarperCollins on 25 March at £15. To order a copy for £14, with free UK mainland p&p, go to guardian.co.uk/bookshop or call 0330 333 6846.

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Ahead of the release of Shank, which was met by protests from locals during filming, a look at some other location shoots that went bad

Question: if you peaked out your window, and noticed a ragtag gang of knife-wielding teens storming past, what would you do? Call the police, of course. That's exactly what residents of the Heygate Estate in Elephant & Castle did, only to find their estate was actually the film set of dystopian thriller Shank, where knife-wielding gangs roam free, starring Kaya Scodelario (Effy from Skins), Kidulthood's Adam Deacon, and oddly, Tim Westwood. "I can see," offered the director Mo Ali, "how residents might get the wrong impression".

Long gone, of course, are the days of parking your entire film in the MGM lot and making do with a plastic tree and the contents of the fire bucket to make Elvis look like he's in Hawaii. But with the credit crunch, more places than ever are eager to take the film companies' dollar. David Boice – who runs BeforeTheTrailer.com, a fansite that tracks location shoots – points out that previously unlikely locations are now tripping over themselves to give generous tax breaks and entice film crews, with Michigan leading the way. The result? "In the past year the city of Detroit has filled in for Washington [for Red Dawn]. Rather than filming 'on location', they just film where there's the best incentives."

Last April, the LA Times reported that LA-based location shoots had fallen to their lowest level since records began. Put another way: everywhere is anywhere now. But with more locations, come more problems. The films that have been protested about because of the nature of the film are too numerous to mention – from Brick Lane due to perceived prejudice against the Bangladeshi community to Basic Instinct, which, well, take your pick – anti-woman and anti-gay were the main ones.

But, like Shank, what about the effect on the locals? And what, more importantly, about the house prices? You can forgive the residents of London's Kentish Town (Zone 2, tube, nice pubs), for instance, for being concerned when filming commenced on Nick Love's hooligan film The Firm, as they prepared for a brawl scene involving 140 actors, stuntmen, extras, and with dire warnings of "noise and swearing". That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. With Timmy listening! The locals protested, and filming was soon moved to Hackney. "Residents of Hackney were happy for the fighting to take place on their streets," reported a London freesheet, who declined to mention if the residents actually noticed the difference.

Still, brawling in the UK is one thing. When location shoots go global, it can be far worse. Of course, we all know the foreign shoots that went south – Terry Gilliam's aborted crack at Don Quixote, Coppola going cuckoo during Apocalypse Now – but at least those two can say one thing: they didn't bar people from the Almighty. Last September, Julia Roberts was on location near Dehli filming the Brad Pitt-produced Eat, Pray, Love, in which she plays a woman who finds God via food and Hindu spirituality. All well and good. The only problem was, no one else could find God, as their temple was shut. Villagers hoping to celebrate the beginning of Navratri – a nine-day Hindu festival of worship and dance – found their temple sealed by Roberts's security team, which featured the small matter of 350 guards, bulletproof cars, and a chopper. It was a security detail that essentially said: We have your God now. He's shooting a movie. And he's not available for comment. One villager threatened a break in: "I am going to barge in for the evening aarti [ritual]. Let's see who stops me. What is it that they are shooting that we cannot even enter our own temple?"

Of course, upsetting the faithful is one thing. But won't someone, please, think of the dangerous criminals. Not, it seems, Mel Gibson. For his latest, How I Spent My Summer Vacation, in which he'll star as a career-criminal sent to a harsh Mexican prison, 300 real-life inmates were made to relocate from their prison in the Gulf coast city of Veracruz this January to make way for the film crew, causing not just demonstrations by relatives, angry at having to travel further to visit their incarcerated ones, but a full-scale prison riot. "Mel Gibson, it's your fault they want to take away our relatives," read a banner of one of protesters, who clearly wasn't big on irony.

Yet if you can't find it in your heart to feel for the muggers and murders crushed under Hollywood's unfeeling foot, at least spare a thought for the prostitutes. When Ed Harris-starring drama The Third Miracle was filming in Ontario, Canada, in 1998, they unwittingly became the third consecutive production to shoot in the red light districts of Sherborne and Carleton, causing out-of-pocket street workers to protest about lack of earnings.

Yet sometimes, it's not even that their home has been disrupted, trampled on and destroyed. It's that they're not getting enough credit for it. When filming A Quantum Of Solace in the small town of Baquedano, Bolivia, local mayor Carlos Lopez took matters into his own hands by jumping in his car, nearly hitting two police officers as he sped through the barricades, storming the set, and coming to a skidding halt between Daniel Craig and the cameras. The reason? Bolivia was being used to represent local rivals Chile, and that wouldn't do at all. He was swiftly taken into police custody. But as for Bond himself? Not just shaken or stirred it seems, but, according to Lopez, a full-scale pants disaster. "He fled in terror!" he said after being released. "When he saw me, James Bond ran off!" 007, really ...

Still, protests from the locals are what you expect. While filming Australia – the Baz Luhrmann multimillion pound movie/tourist board infomercial – the protests came from closer to home. Extras were appalled when actors climbed upon a first world war memorial in the tiny town of Bowden during a cattle stampede scene, and lobbied to ensure the actors stood their ground and took the marauding 2,000lb beasts like men. Rumours that another memorial was needed for the fallen thesps are, as yet, unconfirmed.

There's even been the odd occasion where it wasn't the filming itself that caused the disruption, but what those filming asked the locals to do. When a crew was about to film aerial scenes for The Dark Knight in Hong Kong, they sent letters to building residents requesting they keep their lights on to present the city in its full illuminated glory. For six days. From 7am to 11pm. Unsurprisingly, they declined. "Producers are able to create the same effects through post-production," argued Gabrielle Ho at Green Sense, "but instead they are asking us to turn on so many lights, wasting so much energy."

Though there is one thing to be said about all these disruptions: they ended once the filming did. The crew of The Beach not only got permission to film in what was part of a protected national park in Thailand – Maya Bay on Phi Phi Le island – in 1998, but also to make it even "more" of a paradise, uprooting trees, removing natural vegetation that held the sand formations together, levelling sand dunes, and adding 100 non-native coconut palms. Fox promised to put everything back the way it was, but there was erosion, and in 2006 Thailand's Supreme Court upheld an appeal court ruling that the environment had been harmed. Still, Leo had had a look, and it seemed OK to him. "From what I see with my own eyes, everything is OK," the self-described environmentalist said in a statement. "I have seen nothing that has been destroyed or damaged in any way – I cannot tell you the reasons why people have been saying the opposite. It is beyond me." It's beyond us too, Leo. Those inconsiderate, unfeeling bastards.

Shank is out on Friday

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Two years ago, Mazda introduced an advanced new 2.2-liter four cylinder diesel engine in the European market. Since then, we've asked Mazda officials on several occasions whether they would offer that engine in the U.S. market. The company has never ruled out bringing a diesel here, but it has also never said it would. Instead, Mazda has always said that it's watching the market and if there was demand for a diesel in the U.S., it would look at offering the efficient engines. Perhaps the success of Volkswagen's diesel offerings in the U.S. has convinced Mazda to look more seriously at oil-burners.

Mazda also offers a higher revving, more powerful 2.3-liter diesel which would be better suited to U.S. tastes. Mazda already offers the CX-7 with an SCR after-treatment system that would go a long way to meeting American emissions standards. However, at last fall's Tokyo Motor Show, the company also showed a next-generation diesel dubbed Sky-D, which is 20 percent more efficient. According to Road & Track, Mazda has acknowledged that the Sky-D diesel could be part of the lineup for the next generation CX-7 and CX-9, but the obvious question is: When?

Gallery: 2010 Mazda CX-7

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Friday Five : ’frÄ«-(,)dÄ,-dÄ“ ‘fÄ«v : On the sixth day of every week, I hit the shuffle button on my iTunes, then share the first five tracks and thought for each track. Sometimes there is a playlist involved, occasionally we’ll have a guest, but most of the time it’s just me. The rest is up to you, our friends and readers! Fire up your media player of choice and share the first five random track of your shuffle in the comments.

Editor’s Note: It doesn’t happen often, but I’m actually going to be away from all forms of internet today so I’ve asked my Popdose cohort, Rob Smith, to watch the shop for me today. I’m sure you will all make him feel right at home, and I’ll be back next week! – Michael

The Five:

Huh?  Wha?  You want me to do what?  Lead off this week?  Sure, dude.  Absolutely.  Anytime.

Here goes:

Gowan, “Moonlight Desires.”  Cool live version, solo piano.  I like this a lot better than the original studio version, with Jon Anderson on guest vocals.  Gowan, of course, has been the new Dennis DeYoung in Styx for the last 11 or so years.  I know a few Styx fans who can’t stand Gowan, but it’s not like he won a Rock Star: Styx competition to get the gig or anything. He had a solid, though unspectacular career prior to joining the band.  I recommend this live record (called Solo Live: No Kilt Tonight) for Gowan’s voice and chops, certainly, but also his humor (he performs a 30-second snippet of Monty Python’s “Lumberjack Song”) and this most excellent ballad.

Escape Club, “Wild Wild West.” Jesus freakin’ Christ, I have Escape Club on my iTunes?  Damn that Like, Omigod box set.  On the rare occasions I hear this song, I think about doing radio in college, freshman and sophomore years.  We had a Top 40 show I’d DJ on occasion, and this one was in the stacks and played pretty much constantly [I also think of Information Society's "What's on Your Mind (Pure Energy)" when I hear this, cuz both tracks were more or less ubiquitous].  We could play Escape Club once an hour with no complaints from management, but when I tried to squeeze in Thomas Dolby’s “Airhead,” I got in trouble.  I did win once, though — I was the first to play Fine Young Cannibals’ “She Drives Me Crazy,” got yelled at, but was eventually vindicated when it became, oh I don’t know, the Number One song in the country. I had fucking EARS back then, man!  But I hate Escape Club.  Shit.  Next?

Van Halen, “Unchained.” That’s more like it.  My fave Van Halen song, whether performed by Roth, Hagar (on the ‘04 tour — fucking awesome), or Cherone.  I just think the riff is tops — one of the simplest and best Eddie VH ever conjured. Big fail, though — having Wolfie do the “C’mon Dave, give me a break” line on the most recent tour. Roth could eat that kid alive, and on occasion did. You’d think Ed would want to protect his only child from wiseacres like Roth. Perhaps ye olde parental instinct got burned out during one or another evening with the Schlitz Malt Liquor tallboys.

Jonatha Brooke, “Because I Told You.” The gods smile upon me. I love Brooke’s music, particularly the stuff from the Story through maybe ‘95 or ‘96.  This is from her first live record, and it’s a gem. A track from Ten-Cent Wings, arguably her best solo record, the melody gives me chills every time I hear it (only other song to do so consistently: Springsteen’s “Bobbie Jean.” Man, when that sax solo kicks in at the end …).  The sorta/kinda middle-eight is particularly beautiful: “You take the wheel for now / I’m too tired to drive this one home anyhow, for now.” Find this if you’ve never heard it — studio version or live.  You’re welcome.

John Denver, “Rocky Mountain High.” Fuck you if you think this is wimpy. Just … I don’t want to hear it. It takes a man — a real man, one not afraid to mow his lawn in the nude — to come up with a chorus like this one. “I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky?” Are you kidding me?  Fucking great image.  I also like the AM radio vibe on this; it doesn’t matter what I hear this song on — computer, earbuds, boombox, or multi-component stereo system — it still sounds like I’m listening to it in my dad’s old Chrysler.  The one with the manual transmission, shift on the column.  But I don’t want to hear that it’s crap, or wussified pap, or unfit for man or Muppet. Great song. “Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high?”  I could go for being around that campfire right about now.

So anyway, now that I’ve defended John Denver by telling you all to fuck yourselves, I suppose that I should ask forgiveness.  But really, all I want to know is this: What’s on YOUR shuffle?

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comScore, Inc. (NASDAQ: SCOR), a leader in measuring the digital world, today released its monthly analysis of U.S. Web activity at the top-growing properties and site categories for February 2010 based on data from the comScore Media Metrix service. Valentine’s Day celebrations sent millions of Americans to Personals, e-Cards, and Gifts Sites as they planned for the occasion, while millions also flocked to tax sites as the April 15 filing deadline inched closer.

Chief Counsel of Google-owned YouTube, Zahavah Levine, in a blog post relating to the Viacom vs. YouTube lawsuit writes:

For years, Viacom continuously and secretly uploaded its content to YouTube, even while publicly complaining about its presence there. It hired no fewer than 18 different marketing agencies to upload its content to the site. It deliberately “roughed up” the videos to make them look stolen or leaked. It opened YouTube accounts using phony email addresses. It even sent employees to Kinko’s to upload clips from computers that couldn’t be traced to Viacom. And in an effort to promote its own shows, as a matter of company policy Viacom routinely left up clips from shows that had been uploaded to YouTube by ordinary users. Executives as high up as the president of Comedy Central and the head of MTV Networks felt “very strongly” that clips from shows like The Daily Show and The Colbert Report should remain on YouTube.

Viacom’s efforts to disguise its promotional use of YouTube worked so well that even its own employees could not keep track of everything it was posting or leaving up on the site. As a result, on countless occasions Viacom demanded the removal of clips that it had uploaded to YouTube, only to return later to sheepishly ask for their reinstatement. In fact, some of the very clips that Viacom is suing us over were actually uploaded by Viacom itself.

[Via Reddit.]

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Le volume 15 de la série Keroro est à retrouver dès aujourd'hui dans les nouvelles parutions Kana. Présentation éditeur : "Keroro et sa bande ne manquent jamais une occasion de créer des problèmes à la famille Hinata. Cette fois-ci, le sergent a l'intention  de transformer toute la maison des Hinata en base secrète..."

AppleInsider annonce que selon des informations reçues, Apple ne compterait pas remettre au goût du jour sa gamme de Mac Pro avant le mois de juin. A cette occasion, et seulement à ce moment là, ils remplaceraient les Xeon 4 coeurs par les modèles 6 coeurs dont nous vous avons abondamment parlé.
Ils en profiteraient aussi pour sortir un nouvel écran, un Apple LED display 27" utilisant une dalle identique à celles des iMac et dont le prix serait canon grâce à l'effet de volume justement crée par les excellentes ventes d'iMac. Dans ce cas, le prix du 24" serait largement revu à la baisse à moins qu'il ne passe à la trappe étant très proche du nouveau venu.
Selon d'anciennes informations que nous avions eu, Apple préparerait aussi une mise à jour significative du design du boîtier des Mac Pro ainsi qu'un écran encore bien plus grand destiné aux montages vidéo HD.

AppleInsider annonce que selon des informations reçues, Apple ne compterait pas remettre au goût du jour sa gamme de Mac Pro avant le mois de juin. A cette occasion, et seulement à ce moment là, ils remplaceraient les Xeon 4 coeurs par les modèles 6 coeurs dont nous vous avons abondamment parlé.
Ils en profiteraient aussi pour sortir un nouvel écran, un Apple LED display 27" utilisant une dalle identique à celles des iMac et dont le prix serait canon grâce à l'effet de volume justement crée par les excellentes ventes d'iMac. Dans ce cas, le prix du 24" serait largement revu à la baisse à moins qu'il ne passe à la trappe étant très proche du nouveau venu.
Selon d'anciennes informations que nous avions eu, Apple préparerait aussi une mise à jour significative du design du boîtier des Mac Pro ainsi qu'un écran encore bien plus grand destiné aux montages vidéo HD.