July 30, 2010
While trying to find some info about a certain video (more in a bit, let’s pace this story), I stumbled on this picture of Mounir Maasri in the Lebanese film Garo. I saw this screened a few years ago as part of a sideshow to Beirut’s annual European Film Festival; I’m guessing this was the one in 2003. The point of the auxiliary screenings, of course, was to bring younger audiences in contact with their film heritage, and so clearly, the theater was full of hipsters and film students; your typical Hamra-slash-Gemmeyze crowd.
As the quirky action film progressed, it was becoming obvious that everyone was trying their best to suppress their giggles. Finally, at one specific moment I believe was not too far from the shot depicted above, no-one could hold it any longer and the whole theater erupted in laughter. Wild, teary whooping laughter. And it was the greatest moment I’d ever shared with cinema-goers in my life. Seriously, it was really something.
Of course, I felt utter joy at our mutual recognition of the garbage being served to us as our heritage, but this was punctuated with bouts of melancholy and guilt over the lost naivete.
This was a pre-war film after all.
Which brings me back to the point being: is it possible that the ‘Agression and Resistance’ mentioned in Maasri’s filmography is the same as the ‘Liban: Agression et Resistance’ produced by the Lebanese Forces after the siege and massacre of Tal el Zaatar? Could he have written & directed this film featuring Bashir Gemeyel on his “drowning” among the Arabs?
I really have no clue. Any information anyone might have would be appreciated.

While trying to find some info about a certain video (more in a bit, let’s pace this story), I stumbled on this picture of Mounir Maasri in the Lebanese film Garo. I saw this screened a few years ago as part of a sideshow to Beirut’s annual European Film Festival; I’m guessing this was the one in 2003. The point of the auxiliary screenings, of course, was to bring younger audiences in contact with their film heritage, and so clearly, the theater was full of hipsters and film students; your typical Hamra-slash-Gemmeyze crowd.

As the quirky action film progressed, it was becoming obvious that everyone was trying their best to suppress their giggles. Finally, at one specific moment I believe was not too far from the shot depicted above, no-one could hold it any longer and the whole theater erupted in laughter. Wild, teary whooping laughter. And it was the greatest moment I’d ever shared with cinema-goers in my life. Seriously, it was really something.

Of course, I felt utter joy at our mutual recognition of the garbage being served to us as our heritage, but this was punctuated with bouts of melancholy and guilt over the lost naivete.

This was a pre-war film after all.

Which brings me back to the point being: is it possible that the ‘Agression and Resistance’ mentioned in Maasri’s filmography is the same as the ‘Liban: Agression et Resistance’ produced by the Lebanese Forces after the siege and massacre of Tal el Zaatar? Could he have written & directed this film featuring Bashir Gemeyel on his “drowning” among the Arabs?

I really have no clue. Any information anyone might have would be appreciated.

July 20, 2010
THAT’S YOU!

THAT’S YOU!

May 20, 2010
"I should post more things for you to culturally appropriate."

….bingo!

May 1, 2010
A ONE-ACT PLAY WITH THREE CHARACTERS IN BEIRUT

I wrote this, for reasons unknown, five years ago. I just found it by mistake & am posting it here given that today is International Workers’ Day, and the day of the 24/7 Migrant Rights mobilization.

GRANDMA (in Arabic): Ask her where are the SLIPPERS. Wen ish-sha7-7a-taaaaaa?

BOY (in English): Where are the SLIPPERS?

MAID: I don’t know

GRANDMA: What did she say?

BOY: She said she doesn’t know

MAID: What?

BOY: Nothing I was only telling her that you don…

GRANDMA: What are you two talking about? I don’t understand a thing…

BOY: I’m just translating, just hold on-

MAID (in a rush): Why is she upset? I’ll look for it. I swear it was here somewhere.

GRANDMA: What? When will you learn to speak Arabic? You’ve been here a year and a half. [To BOY] You know the one you’re AUNT has speaks better than an Arab. Most of them learn quickly, but this one…

MAID: Please tell her not to yell. I will find it.

BOY: She’s not talking about the SLIPPERS, wait I-

MAID (agitated): What is it now? Every Sunday she does this! I don’t understand what she wants! Oh I’m calling MADAME..

GRANDMA (in a high pitch): Shou MADAME? Skitti wli! [to BOY] She’s talking about your mother?! What’s she saying! [to MAID] Shame on you! Speaking about her when she’s not around!

BOY (in Arabic then English): KHALLAS! STOP IT! DO YOU WANT ME TO TRANSLATE OR NOT?!?

GRANDMA & MAID: MADAME WILL TRANSLATE!

Unfortunately, MADAME had forgotten to recharge her cellphone and had thrown out the SLIPPERS because they had started to smell bad.


THE END

February 3, 2010
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January 17, 2010
All the best theories are…

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All the best theories are…

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January 9, 2010

Anonymous asked: Do you have a British accent? If so,will you marry me?

Ha!

Well, simple answer: no.

More convoluted answer, and I do love those: I’ve been told - and with time, I too have noticed - that I have a semi-chameleon-like accent that warps depending on my environment. Hence, prolonged exposure to the British accent can affect my cadence & inflections, but - fortunately or unfortunately, I’m not sure - this warping wouldn’t be enough to qualify me for Her Majesty’s English.

My timber’s too crooked, alas.

January 8, 2010

Anonymous asked: how old are you?

That, I would never answer anyone called anonymous :) but @autobees thinks I’m 70 so I’ll go with that. Sorry, I’m starting to realize this probably won’t be fun for anyone, seeing as how I’m pretty much a privacy nut… #ohwellnevermind here’s a page with funny pictures (:

January 8, 2010

Anonymous asked: keefak?

Ah, my first question. Noshkoralla 3aysheen :o) I think I’ll try and be more creative for other questions, since tumblr gives you a full text editor to answer… but this is a great proof of concept, tashakkurati for playing along. Salamat!

November 11, 2009
the (flightless) birds. this triggers a distinct memory of texting someone in beirut about watching hitchcock’s birds in nyc after that person had texted about listening to a costello song i was into & thinking of me. isn’t this networked, intertextual, cross-temporal highbrow/lowbrow meshwork of affectivity wonderful? and like, really really privileged?
cute pic :)

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the (flightless) birds. this triggers a distinct memory of texting someone in beirut about watching hitchcock’s birds in nyc after that person had texted about listening to a costello song i was into & thinking of me. isn’t this networked, intertextual, cross-temporal highbrow/lowbrow meshwork of affectivity wonderful? and like, really really privileged?

cute pic :)

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November 6, 2009
my @sixwordstories

  • Fearful, we stooped sudating.. then flinched.
  • Hoarse, I trade drops for hammers.
  • “You’re strange yourself,” she said. “Fine.”
  • She looked at him. He misunderstood.
  • Chapter I “Dialing remodeled geocities, altering their vistas” Chapter II “Depopulated, home changed with the cursory” Chapter III “Sans serf, sans master, L’Aventurier understood.” Chapter IV “Someday, he’ll touch the maximal. Maybe.”
  • Adventured in the Wilderness. Hence, parched.

November 3, 2009
This Halloween I went as an Ironic Statement.

This Halloween I went as an Ironic Statement.

October 27, 2009
"I’ve never done this talk-to-others-on-tumblr thing, but this feels more important than my blogging manner: igather, I’m male & I support your statement. It’s sad, but it’s valid (dare I call it true?). You have every right to think & feel that way. And -of course- it sucks ‘a wee’ more; any male who takes offense needs to check his priorities, f’real. Have a good day."

October 24, 2009
Wow… Facebook is actually suggesting I “reconnect” with people: “Write on her wall,” the ghostly light spelled out softly, righteously. This is my Godhead’s face:
suggestion_type=write_on_wall—6&list_location=pie_home_page&event_type=write_on_wall_click 
All praises to thee.
“After years of waiting, nothing came.”
suggestion_type=getoff_my_case_getoff_my_case
> RT @jessedarling @MXML We didn’t lose our faith after all; just returned to a more polytheistic etherized dreamtime in which meta4 is law
> We had “moral” codes on why to be a certain way. Now we have algorithms too. This is not a lament. It’s the mechanisms laid bare.

Wow… Facebook is actually suggesting I “reconnect” with people: “Write on her wall,” the ghostly light spelled out softly, righteously. This is my Godhead’s face:

suggestion_type=write_on_wall—6&list_location=pie_home_page&event_type=write_on_wall_click

All praises to thee.

“After years of waiting, nothing came.”

suggestion_type=getoff_my_case_getoff_my_case

> RT @jessedarling @MXML We didn’t lose our faith after all; just returned to a more polytheistic etherized dreamtime in which meta4 is law

> We had “moral” codes on why to be a certain way. Now we have algorithms too. This is not a lament. It’s the mechanisms laid bare.

October 5, 2009
"The memetic genre of Heartfelt-Text-On-Photo can point to 2 things: Photoshop is ubiquitous, and/or graphic designers are a depressing bunch.."