Reality Bytes

So, U.S. Presedential Candidate John McCain would not rule out a pre-emptive war against another country, wanna guess what country he'd go after?

Gas in Michigan is $3.49/gal while U.S. oil companies made a $168Billion profit. How long before a revolt?

The FAA, charged with regulating airlines, keep quite thousands of airline violations and allowed unsafe airplanes to fly. Still afraid of a terror strike?

The U.S. administration and the generals in charge of the war on Iraq, can not point out what the qualifiers are to withdraw from Iraq. We may be there for a 100 years as McCain implied.

Food safety is at an all time low, yet everything from poisoned fish to expired milk is approved for sale by the people hired to protect us.

Some packaged foods include human byproducts, animal waste, incests, poisons, and fat that can keep you from decomposing long after you've died.

Everyone is talking about all the lead in toys from China, yet thousands of beauty products like lipstick made by U.S. companies have high levels of lead, and they are still on the store shelves. 

And this is just what i can remember at 3:00am, what about everything I've missed?

A word of advice...don't eat any packaged food, don't eat fast food, don't fly, don't drink milk, don't buy into any politician's bull, don't vote Republican, don't sit quite, don't...

I am transient IV

A trek unwillingly begun after a slight and minor tear of a colored wrap
warps me endlessly to an imbalanced stance and a failed state of daze. frustration from a source unknown hovers about as a merciless bird of prey praying for my soon to be end to quickly arrive. I stagger by staggered breaths pulled forcefully only to survive an elongated tortuous tale in a world unrecognizable by any bit of sanity and brush aside any remnants of a colored wrap until they send me the vivid reminders in eloquent storied photographs.



(photo borrowed from source unknown)

Defiling reality

1. A local columnist wrote a peice that states that the Palestinians are getting too much love from the media.
2. Another professor has been dismissed for protesting for Palestinian human rights.
3. Jewish settlers want to sue the Palestinian Authority for suicide bombings.
4. The US is linking two traditional rivals, Iran and Al-Qiada.
5. Lebanon is still embracing its slave masters.
6. And on the second day of spring, it is snowing heavily.

Links to come...or not. Who cares really.

the richness of soil

my soil nurtures the implanted
whether fruitful saplings
or cancerous vines
that grow primarily in green luster then continue to wrap and sufficate the earth
until no other life is permitted sun.
my soil is rich.


-Lebanon

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

Siraj's featured artist

These are images of the featured artist exhibit at Siraj. The artist is Mohamad Bazzi.

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).

Ignored

A year as this seemingly was never meant to come.
A passive meld of wait and worry, a snub of a job,
unreturned e-mails lead to calls unreturned.
sites deleted lacking of responce.
unanswered prayers, appointments not met,
even my dreams don't include me - as if I'm walking through like a ghost.
I feel an apperition walked through.
I'd be nothing more than a memory, if someone would remember.
A year as this? perhaps I'm already dead.

work in progress

Although withered the root shall takeover the marbled glass