Saturday, February 23, 2008
failing roots
So farewell—to the little good you bear me.
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.
Henry The Eighth Act 3, scene 2, 350–358
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Did I mention my restaurant?
One of the reasons I've been busy lately. This is the restaurant me and my brother an old friend just opened. It is based on the Fawal of back home. Traditional Arabic breakfast of Foul, Msabaha, Feteh and so on. It's located at 14246 W. Warren in Dearborn in a plaza between Shatila and Yasmeen. Let me know when you're stopping by.
I'm not there all the time, gotta keep that corporate day job...for now.
I'll have better pics later (with people).
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