Journal

Out of Order

2008-01-09T21:06:00.000+02:00

I took the decision to close this blog. See you soon on 1001 Banyan.

! Te echo de menos!

2007-10-09T18:48:00.000+03:00

Libano...

Get this widget

Track details

eSnips Social DNA

Who's Foreigner?

2007-10-05T18:45:00.000+03:00

The Commander in Shit has vomited. Sorry, spoken. Well, he's bloody concerned of "foreign" interference in Lebanon, i.e. the Syrian one. Now I'm 1000000% with leaving Lebanon rot in the shit they got themselves in, they deserve it for just being bloody stupid. And I am against the useless barking of the Syrian officials. But historically and racially and all those terminologically speaking, Syrians and Lebanese are of the same bloody Semitic race, have the same fucking Phoeniciano-Aramaic blood, speak the same blasted Arabic language and have the same crap of a cuisine. In a nutshell, we're one same bloody shit. So, White Fuck of the White House, two continents and 3 seas away, who's more "foreigner"?

The Christians - Words

2007-09-29T16:07:00.001+03:00

Nihilism - Still Standing

2007-09-27T21:44:00.000+03:00

Today I'm being personal, nihilistic, to be more accurate. Those who read my site every once in a while won't find that unusual.

Ramadan makes one see the world in a totally different perspective. Meaning that it annihilates even the last shred of optimism one gets in your everyday life in the Axis, where we're having false siren alarms and 100 bombardment news on the hour. The funny thing (well, when I say funny...) is that during last year war, we were devastated at the mere idea of possible war, but now that we're at it, it's more like: "They can all kiss my arse. The whole lot of them. On both sides".

Anyway, Ramadan is different, it's the month of fraud, lies, double tricks, sham and bloody common theft in the name of Virtue. It's like: OK we go all year long playing silly buggers, and now we freakin' fast (well, when I say fast...) and blind ole God will wipe away all the silly buggers we've been playing at for the last year. Bad news: THERE IS NO GOD.

Ramadan is the month of eating. Pigging, more likely. The worst image I can recollect is that of people rushing to an open buffet like pigs, pushing and biting and pissing on the pig behind (person, same thing). Even in normal circumstances it's not a nice thing to see, it can do serious damage to the uninitiated lad or lass, something not even therapy can cure. Let alone now, that it seems I've caught anorexia and I puke at the simple idea of toast. I try to keep indoors, I really must eat and I don't need any more scenes to put me incurably sick. Otherwise I'll be roaming around with a transfusion real soon.

Last, but not least, Ramadan is the month of TV. Yup, that's it. You get more bad drama per hour than a Mexican telenovellas channel at prime time. And life revolves around TV until dusk when every one gets a break because it's pigging time. The funniest bit is when everybody is saying they'll be slimming in Ramadan, and end up some 10 pounds fatter. And then come bloody asking me how come I'm shedding weight since I'm not even fasting. Wrong again, I am fasting, my mind is.

Another One

2007-09-14T08:31:00.000+03:00

Ramadan has crept in again. Well, now that it's here: welcome to the month of Syrian TV, Syrian Drama, Syrian Comedy, Syrian-Kuwaiti Sitcom, Syrian-Egyptian Film, Syrian-Lebanese Show, Syrian-Saudi Conflict, Syrian-Syrian Candid Camera. Oh, yes. And food.

Before I Forget...

2007-09-02T21:56:00.000+03:00

Happy Birthday to My Blog!...

P.S. Photo nicked from here.

Angelina Jolie in Syria

2007-08-30T17:58:00.000+03:00

Heard it two days ago on radio, but became official today as even the tabloid announced it. Angelina Jolie has been on an incognito visit to some of Syria's Iraqi refugee camps on behalf of her work as Goodwill Ambassador to UNHCR. Hopefully her voice will be heard.

LiterNet

2007-08-27T13:22:00.000+03:00

A nice Romanian cultural site where a writer friend of mine has posted some of his writings. Yes, I do know famous people, which doesn't mean I'm going to forgive him for not giving me a signed copy of his freaking book, nor that I'm going to tell which of them writers he is in the first place. Anyway, a nice site, if one's interested in Romanian contemporary culture (which is quite good, if you ask me, seen from all perspectives).
Oh, let's say the Gods have punished my friend since he chose going on vacations to Greece the same day the fires ignited. Hope he's fine, though, wouldn't want him incinerated before I get a chance at lynching him.

Shame on You, Syrians!

2007-08-26T08:29:00.001+03:00

A play last night. Unfortunately I haven't neither the vocabulary nor the cheek for putting here enough swear words to describe it. Huge disappointment. And a shock at the bad taste, but hey, I knew it's bad taste, that's what they know best, and that's what sells best with this gutter people of my own.
The biggest repulsion shock came when the idiot lead character, dressed as Bin fucking Laden compared himself to Santa Claus, and reached the concussion that HE's a terrorist only for being Muslim. Worst shock when a full audience applauded him with passion instead of spitting him on the spot! I cannot express my repulsion, after years and years of degrading of all feelings towards this blasted people, this came as a mortal hit. I know they're bad taste, shams, double-crooks that'll steal you as soon as think of you. But I never thought they would have become binladinites. For one moment I realised all the crap The Bushit is selling has some real solid ground. How can you cheer the comparison of Bin Laden to Santa Clause? Santa is the spirit of sharing and giving, gives hope and dreams to children, albeit American Imperialist ones. And the other is the worst that could have happened to Arabs and Muslims alike, and THEY FUCKING CHEER HIM! Every person with at least one nano-pound of Arabism should slay Laden on sight, and every person who is one fraction of Muslim should have yelled Jihad against Bin Laden instead of joining him.
Repulsion and shock. I always knew my people to be dumb and I always knew that there will never come a time for my people to line up with the rest of humans, or at least to reach status as fully humans. Now I know the only solution is eradication, as subhumans cheering destruction and death to other people deserve whatever is coming to them.

Lady D'Arbanville

2007-08-25T10:21:00.000+03:00

Don't understand exacly what he had in mind when he wrote it, but I love the song. Enjoy.

Get this widget

Track details

Latest Conspiracy Theory

2007-08-24T23:46:00.000+03:00

OK, this one is fresh: newest rumor has it that the Iraqi refugees in Syria in fact are payed by the US big time money to undermine the Syrian economy (which is sublime, nevertheless totally nonexistent). Yes. Well, after all refugees were either CIA, or Mosad, or both, and other such nonsense, now we get this one. One question springs to mined though: 99.9% of the refugees literally got to Syria only wearing their underwear (under the djellaba/burka), so where the hell do they get money from to afford American made SUV's and 2000$/month apartments Central Damascus?

Night Watch

2007-08-22T23:04:00.000+03:00

Paul Kidby is the official Discworld books illustrator. His first cover art was that of "Night Watch", the superb dark story of a revolution-coup in the familiar revolutions-coups tradition of the past century. Alas, this was the first book not to be illustrated by Master Josh Kirby, as he had passed away the previous year. The inspiration was Rembrandt's Night Watch painting. I'll post the two works, hoping that somehow I convinced even a little bit trying this book which I consider worth a read. To make a small confession: it was the only Discworld book that made me cry, with bitter tears, as I too have had the same feelings in some distant moment in one corner of the Multiverse.

Click to enlarge

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

2007-08-19T23:30:00.000+03:00

Get this widget

Track details

2007-08-03T10:51:00.000+03:00

organized religion = organized crime

It occured to me yesterday.

Everybody Has a Syrian Relative

2007-07-22T11:27:00.000+03:00

The eternally Angry Arab (the illumination source of a handful of Mid-Eastern bloggers, I'll develop the idea later) cited an article pretending Bin Laden is actually... Syrian. Well, his mother is, therefore he shouldn't ever again be refereed to as an Saudi, please everyone!
This is understandable, the guy just want to join the ever-growing line of celebs with Syrian origins like Seinfeld, Apple's Steve Jobs, Apollodorus of Damascus, Me...
The ugly part is that he just gave The Bush a serious motive to shift blame of World Tterrorism on Syria, in his trademark hare-brained reasoning he's kindly accustomed us to. Now to move to the next level towards attacking Iran, he just have to prove that Bin Laden is Ahmedinejad's cousin.

Obituary

2007-07-22T10:09:00.000+03:00

Last night, after discovering our Syrians blocked YouTube, I viciously murdered my proxy in a regrettable access of fury. Forgive me, o stupid little impediment of my PC, that have denied me access to most of the world for years, constricted me to being scrutinised and watched by the vigilant hounds of un-democracy. I do not regret my crime!

P.S. in other words, my IP must have changed.

In Memoriam

2007-07-01T23:54:00.000+03:00

April 3 1924 - July 1 2004

Anouar Brahem

2007-07-01T09:15:00.000+03:00

to Renegade

Get this widget

Track details

My Other President

2007-06-29T18:13:00.000+03:00

It may or may be not known that I have Romanian citizenship as well. That makes me Null Citizen, since it's hard being on both Axis of Evil and Washington London Bucharest Axis. I think I didn't mention him much as I regarded him as an ugly family secret, the one you like keeping in the closet. But, hell, I voted for this guy, can you imagine that? As always I was compelled to vote for the lesser evil. Sometimes I wonder...

Stumbled onto this site while browsing Ben Heine's great cartoons. These two caught my attention:

This is Ben Heine's version. I understand he must have heard Basescu's notorious "Greater Firefly" quote.

In this other cartoon by Uruguay cartoonist EDEN he slightly reminds of a parrot. Another representative thing, since he often yells "You parrot!" at those journalists that don't kiss his ring. Of course, this is the lightest of insults he uses when confronting the mass media.

Zorba and the Cherries

2007-06-29T11:26:00.000+03:00

A friend named M was a big time Marxist. He used to go rummaging for old socialist and communist magazines in all second hand bookshops. There were and still are plenty of books on the subject in your average bookshop, but his idea was taking class war to the extreme by refusing to buy anything new. When with the second Intifada, he joined demonstrations and protests and boycotts (I remember a hip bourgeois friend who used to boycott all things American because that was hip at the time). M was who first told me of Coelho. Of course, that didn't mean I actually fell for his writings, my opinion of him is much similar to that which I hold for Dan Brown. Zorba is another book M was fond of. He kept reminding me of the episode of Zorba and the cherries, for the deep philosophic meaning it held.
The Zorba character once relates how he was fond of cherries, nay, he was addicted to cherries. Thus he decided to release himself from his addiction by resorting to extreme measures. He fulled himself with cherries until he fell so sick that he couldn't bare see cherries anymore. M's opinion about the episode was that one should release oneself from flesh' desires no matter how high the cost. I, on the other hand, only saw the anecdotal side of the story.
It's odd that I've encountered this anecdote so often. Maybe if M had not spoken, I wouldn't have noticed. The story isn't an easy one to read, yet every one seems to remember Zorba's cherries. Zorba and the cherries have became folklore.

Syria in a Nutshell

2007-06-26T12:29:00.000+03:00

Far from mainstream stereotype conception, I feel this Syria Day poster captured the essence of all things Syrian. Thanks to Orwa for the link and good luck with his exhibition.

An Age of Mourning Shall this Be

2007-06-25T15:33:00.000+03:00

a reply to sasa

Time. Time heals. Time erases. Time forgets. Time remembers.
In 1967 we suffered humiliation. We were defeated. We lost. Ever since we've licked our wounds, we've cried our condition, our heart broke from our self-pity. We've sulked in the darkness, lived in our glorious illusions. Glorious illusions... glorious victories only exist in the loser's vocabulary. We've lost. We've lost our most important thing. Our Soul. We've surrendered it unconditionally.
I write late because I forgot the anniversary. This anniversary, in fact, doesn't mean a thing to myself. Maybe because, although a stranger to my mind, far away from my time line, I haven't surrendered. So why commemorate something that didn't happen yet?
I was born two decades after 1967. I was born into the Lebanese Civil War. I was born into the Intifada. I was born into the Gulf Wars. I know nothing of what happened back in 1967. I only know the two sides of the propaganda. And I know it doesn't mean anything to myself because I haven't surrendered yet. I didn't surrender my soul to sulking, regretting, fatalism and nihilism. I haven't lost faith in secularism and nationalism. I haven't fallen for the sweet illusions of faith' Ever After Rewards. There is no yesterday and no tomorrow where I live. There is only NOW. And NOW I haven't surrendered.
Yes we should mourn on this day. We should mourn not for our brave dead, our heroes, our land. We should mourn for our Soul that we've lost without a battle, that we've surrendered. Until we wake and claim it back, our Soul, our Identity, our Ideal, until then we deserve none less. Until then we shall mourn.

Speachless

2007-06-23T22:57:00.000+03:00

... y-yes... whatever...

Well...

2007-06-22T17:44:00.000+03:00

I believe...

I believe I'm alive, or at least got along with the idea so far.
I believe there are no gods. And if there actually are, they're sick and tired of us humans.
I don't believe in religions. I believe they're the precursors of political parties.
I believe those who put their faith into hocus-pocus Judgment Day, Rapture and 72 sex-less Houri to be beyond idiocy. How can one believe so feverishly in things nonexistent rather than believing one's own eyes?
I believe in folklore, tradition, mythology. These are the true voice of history.
I believe in Art. Impressionism, most of all. Don't know why.
I believe I would like to own a Van Gogh. I should find a time portal, I can't figure any other way to actually acquiring one.
I believe Metropolitan Museum i a good thing. I don't be live it's nice for it being so far away.
I don't like that the Bushmerican won't let me visit the Museum for my being Arab.
I am proud for being in the Axis of Evil. I am Syrian, but I don't believe that we're Arab.
I believe that were we truly Arab, Saudi Arabia wouldn't treat us like shit.
I believe we're Tamerlane's bastards. And Tamerlane's bastards is better than Mohammed's bastards.
I believe that we Romanians are Syrians. Cornelius believes this one too.
I believe we Syrians are over-tolerant. Tolerant isn't superior. Just tolerant.
I believe Lebanese to be stark stupid for putting their trust in all their former Syrian-puppets, present US-puppets, politicians. A puppet is a puppet is a puppet...
I believe I wouldn't trust Junblat as far as I can spit. I believe neither his mother would.
I believe Politics is a whore.
I don't believe Syria is responsible with Hariri's assassination. Don't get me wrong, I don't believe our boys are smart enough to come up with such a plan. Too Hollywood-ish, if you ask me.
I don't believe Syria and Israel are going to war. As I said before, this is because I don't trust either side not to betray (their own people) and sign treaties behind the scenes.
I believe though, that if a war were to start, it would be another unnecessary bloodshed in our Humanity's long history of carnage.
I believe I should visit Iran now, as it still exists.
I believe Bush has the sex-appeal of a gibbon, and I truly feel for Mrs. Bush. My sympathies...
I believe Miss Condi to be spineless for accepting to play the puppet of the Supermachist White Man.
I believe I might have some respect for Rumsfeld and Powell, now that I don't see their faces that often. I still believe I want to see them in court in Haga.
I believe I don't like pundits. Of all sorts.
I believe World is much plainer than it seems. You just have to see it to understand. However, it's much easier to keep sleeping this bi-polar Marvel Comics World that's been poured into our brain than actually see how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I don't believe the World to be divided in Good and Evil, Black and White. I believe it's a whole array of gray shades.
I believe under all that nihilism, fatalism, cynicism and pessimism, I'm just too idealistic...