I want to read the list of books that have piled up in my iPad. There are tens of them; happily downloaded, ready to get into my mind.
I want to learn how to program.
I want to join the gym. I haven’t been to the gym in years. The problem with the gym is that it’s extremely boring. I know it’s good for my body, but the level of boredom I feel on a treadmill (even when I’m listening to audiobooks) is my very worst nightmare.
I want to write a book.
I want to spend three days doing nothing on a sandy beach somewhere where there are no people. And where the water is cyan, and not blue.
I want to take up art again. My eyes have are forgetting how to see. I want to draw. I want to paint. I want to sculpt.
I want to make cupcakes and decorate them with marzipan, edible glitter, and lots of frosting.
I want to spend a week building things with an Arduino microcontroller. I want to buy a zigbee shield, force-sensitive resistors, infrared thermometers, a solar cell, and lots of LED lights. I want to build things that have no purpose, then take them down to build other things that have no purpose.
May has always been one of my favorite months. The freshness of the creeping summer is joyful, and Amman isn’t too hot nor too crowded yet.
Hello, June. I like you too.
(Pictures are all Instagram — I don’t carry my camera around anymore. It’s interesting because they’re all simply snapshots, with no attempts at being artsy fartsy, and they’re also more instantaneous and mobile, so it’s a different concept than previous installments.)
Long Island ice tea on a Ammani night
Ilovethisgirl
Who remembers Qasr Al Tazaloj?
Rakan and Gus
Amman reflected in Y’s drink — I love the reflection of a different sun
The life of a Palestinian
Jasmines in a plate
Magenta and cyan
Kheshneh willa naemeh?
“On” — Experiments in perspective on a solitary cigarette break at the office
“Off” — Experiments in perspective on a solitary cigarette break at the office
Strike.
لا تحزني
Pseudo-intellectual bullshit wrapped in pretty sentences
A brilliant short production by Ahmad Samara, asking the people of Amman what they would do if tomorrow was the last day of their life.
The video made me feel all joyful, although the question posed is morbid. There’s something about these faces, about our life, and about these streets that we call home that makes me glad that at least, I am alive. We’re all going to be fertilizers some day, either way.
