And now for something completely different!

Everyone needs a good laugh now and again.

Monty Python: Spam

Vortex of Pain

What can you do when there’s nothing you want to do?
How can shut it all down without ending your life?
How can you escape without being absent?
Or turn it all off without hurting the people who rely on you?
Where do you go?
I’ve tried time travel, tried geographic shifts and even treks into alternate universes.
Hell, I’ve even tried meditation and prayer.
And there is just nothing to bring on idle weightlessness. Nothing to silence the voices or bring to halt the twitching. Nothing to drown the thoughts or place them in a cryogenic state until the cure. There is nothing and nothing more.
But not the nothing I seek, this one has the incessant buzz of a low voltage leak hunting the first compromise of the shield to leap out onto my unsuspecting twitching hands attempting only relief and the fix but finding the sting of electric shock to toss me back into the cycle of cyclical thought un resolving my conflict yet compounding into a diseased strand to merge with past strands into a strain of incurable parasitic mind razors which lead me to forget what original thought thought of this torment .
And I want to shut it all down.
How do you shut it down without ending your life?
How can you escape without being absent?
How can you just turn it off before you’re the one who’s hurt?

"End Israeli Apartheid" Week

go to this site for all the info and more
http://www.endisraeliapartheid.net/

The real tragedy of death is the lives that it leaves behind
and the calculating continuation of life,
not allowing a stop not even a pause
and you must keep pace or be run right over.
You think everything ends or every thing must stop after the death.
It doesn't, it doesn't slow down or offer you a choice.
you try to stop, to ignore reality, to mourn in solitude, to remember, to think, to breath, to run, to escape, to hide, to cry, to scream, to breath, just to breath….
six months later you find yourself forgetting how to breath
then someone with a hand on your shoulder assures you that life goes on.

When bombs are not enough

It seems that the “democratic state” of Izrael has hired marketing and PR firms from the U.S. to promote tourism and to influence public perception after the very rough year it has had. Sounds funny enough.

Then I see a trailer for Smokin’ Aces and the lead character is Buddy Israel. Buddy is in trouble with many people all trying to kill him. So you get statements like “Israel is on every assassin’s hit list.” In the trailer the VO makes statements like “Everyone’s after Israel,” “Israel is constantly dodging bullets.” Every relentless, degenerate, ruthless, hitman is after him and the FBi is protecting him because the mob boss said "I want Israel dead." So if this movie is true to Hollywood form, I should walk out of the movie rooting for Israel and feeling sorry for it, um him, Israel, Buddy Israel.

Hey, does that mean that Israel is my Buddy?

Am I reading too much into it? Is this just coincidence?
The film really doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the state of the Middle East but in the film Israel is being violently chased by neo-Nazis, assassins, the mob, and bounty hunters.

If anyone has a review of the film, please share. I don't think I can watch it. It's not that I may not enjoy the film, but right now reality and fiction are too friendly.

I've heard some bizarre things lately; like Izrael sending poison ballons into South Lebanon and Izrael banning Za3tar in Palestine and Izrael spreading toy-like grenades all over Lebanon. When you hear these things the thought of "being too bizarre to be real" kicks into your head and you dismiss it, however, truth is stranger than fiction.

I may not be an expert on every fact, but I will never rule out anything.

Can you really ban Za3tar?
(if you have articles on any of these topics, please share)

Contentment is more valuable than Happiness

I almost slipped into one of those alternate universes that circulates but never collides pulling myself back before I did and no sooner did that I did regret not having taken advantage of this occasion to venture into the exploration allowing apprehensive its full reign. My time here is limited and uneventful, without incident due to the submission to the worry of consequence. I am just playing out my role but not as it was meant by the part written in the play written for me. Now I’m just nervously pacing the same trail hoping that world opens hoping I’d be audacious and be content to slip.

Dearborn morning (before the snow)

This is for those (elbint elcanadiya and everyone else) who miss DBN.
It is still here and still the same and the same and the same...
well, except for the Panera Bread and the Caribou Coffee and the Cigar shop
and so on and more of the same....

The State of the Union

Well, it seems that whenever Arabs get together and agree upon something democratically or decide on positive change the world gets involved to break it up in favor of chaos and instability and violence, forcing wedges between us...and we let them at times happily submitting to the barbaric instinct, then the world sits in comfort and luxury smug in their success.

rejected; juried into submission

my first attempt into a juried photo exhibit was unsuccessfull and uneventfull, no feedback.














transient photos 2007

Forced Migration

this is a video I made for an group art exhibit last year. (no audio).