Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Zi Favorite

Monday, February 23, 2009

Biya el Khawatem

When a movie tells more than a story. Tells emotions. Tells moments. Labneh eaten next to the fire in the beautiful village of a handsome human being with a lovely grandma. Arak drunk on the terrace of a handsome human being with a wise grandpa. Moments you miss. ta3a wla tiji... w kzob 3layi... el kezbi mech khatiyyi...w3idni enno rah tiji...w ta3a...wla tiji. eza bta3mol ma3rouf...J'ai une larme dans mes yeux.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Tic Toc

Tic Toc, Tic Toc
I could hear the ticking clock

In 24 hours he is going away
And my being will melt like clay

Do something!, says my head
Yet, my body can barely get out of bed

I cant recognise the person within
It hurts like I am shedding my own skin

Thursday, February 5, 2009

New-Disco, Cool Disco

Veronicas Veil, by Fan Death

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Freedom of Choice

... What if one doesn’t want it?

Listen to this legend:

There was a donkey, Buridan's donkey, that stood between a pile of hay and a pot of water. The donkey was hungry but it was equally thirsty too. The donkey could not make its mind whether to start by eating or by drinking. He stood there while the earth turned around itself. Nights went by and days followed. Other donkeys were eating, drinking, jumping in the woods. Yet, Buridan's donkey stood there, unable to make any rational decision to start eating hay or drinking water; it is as hungry as it is thirsty and is positioned exactly between food and drink. What happened at the end? well, Buridan's donkey died from hunger and thirst.

Can a person who sees two options as truly equally compelling be fully rational? Could a man die, between two equally plausible routes of action?

I leave you to ponder on this song, "Freedom of Choice", by Devo:

"A victim of collision on the open sea
Nobody ever said that life was free
Sank, swam, go down with the ship
But use your freedom of choice

Ill say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Your freedom of choice

In ancient rome there was a poem
About a dog who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead

Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!

Then if you got it you dont want it
Seems to be the rule of thumb
Dont be tricked by what you see
You got two ways to go

Ill say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Freedom of choice

Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!"