AndFarAway

A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

Month: May 2008 (Page 1 of 4)

Kuffeyeh and Cross

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[Courtesy of a little shop on Rainbow Street]

As I passed down this shop, I could not help but think about how the kuffeyeh now represents terror. Religion these days also represents terror. It seems like most wars stem out of religion: the French Wars of Religion, the Crusades, and the Reconquista, and that’s to cite practically irrelevant ones, compared to the Zionist-Arab wars, Sunni-Shia strifes, and so on.

Yet the person who chose these elements in his shop window disagrees. To him, the kuffeyeh and religion are all about love, rather than hate.

I am not an idealistic person, and neither am I religious, but these little things sometimes make me stop and wonder.

Would life be so much better if we were all just idealistic?

Cellphone monster

So what happens when you put a cellphone in a microwave?
The results are surprisingly surprising… though I personally believe there’s some sort of digital trick cause it really looks too perfect. [via]

GPS Art

The gps generated selt portrait - click to enlarge

The interesting line-y illustration you see in the image above is a part of a concept project designed by a student, where a GPS device was shipped in a certain sequence following the artists directions around the world. The result: the line-y self-portrait.

Pretty cool.

May and things are getting brighter (but busier)

Lina is on an adrenaline rush.
Hayat Is Excited :)
Ala’ is Half Man … Half Cocktail
Fouad is predicting happiness and prosperity to all. Twenty dollars please.
Aisha wishes all the 08’s a beautiful farewell!! :)
Yasmine is luvin it ♥.
Mashal Best weekend ever.
Dania is soo hapPy :)
Carmen is listening to Fairouz in a lovely coffeeshop in Hamra working on a chapter…and dreaming of the beach.
Justine sits on park benches with coffee and the sun.
Diana summmerrrr!! yah :p.

Meanwhile, everyone is in…
Manal was in downtown!! Beirut reloaded :P.
Talar is celebrating MAY 25 Resistance and Liberation day.
Farrah is in leb…. missing u :S.
Sarah its not fair!i wanna b in leb too :(((.
Yasmine is in Beirut.
Roof..Destination: BEIRUT.

Related:
September and the summer is over
The end of August
Weekend Update
Beginning of January
Feelings going around this February
April Sentiments
Status Update Special: Lubnan

May and things are getting brighter (but busier)

Lina is on an adrenaline rush.
Hayat Is Excited :)
Ala’ is Half Man … Half Cocktail
Fouad is predicting happiness and prosperity to all. Twenty dollars please.
Aisha wishes all the 08’s a beautiful farewell!! :)
Yasmine is luvin it ♥.
Mashal Best weekend ever.
Dania is soo hapPy :)
Carmen is listening to Fairouz in a lovely coffeeshop in Hamra working on a chapter…and dreaming of the beach.
Justine sits on park benches with coffee and the sun.
Diana summmerrrr!! yah :p.

Meanwhile, everyone is in…
Manal was in downtown!! Beirut reloaded :P.
Talar is celebrating MAY 25 Resistance and Liberation day.
Farrah is in leb…. missing u :S.
Sarah its not fair!i wanna b in leb too :(((.
Yasmine is in Beirut.
Roof..Destination: BEIRUT.

Related:
September and the summer is over
The end of August
Weekend Update
Beginning of January
Feelings going around this February
April Sentiments
Status Update Special: Lubnan

Pyjama life

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The prevalence of pyjamas, [in Shanghai] Guariglia explained to me, was due to both the extreme summer heat and the lack of plumbing. The area where most of the pictures were taken was one where many people had to use outdoor communal toilets and thus the boundaries of what was considered home expanded past people’s houses to the public bathrooms. Once that relaxation of the dress code became acceptable (starting around the 1980s) the perimeter for p.j.-wear just kept expanding until many people were wearing them day in day out.

[for a lot more pjs in Shanghai check out this link via Kottke]

At least their pjs are cute. Which reminds me of a 7azoora… Which “type” of people in Amman find it fashionable to wear pj pants with a dressy shirt?

Cyanide and Happiness

Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic

:-)

( <3 Omar )

Where did you sit in class?

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In highschool, just like a true nerd, I always sat in the front row, sometimes even on the floor infront of the front row if there was no space in the front row.

At college, I didn’t find most of my courses challenging so I always sat close to the door towards the middle, with a book placed inside my course textbooks so that I could entertain myself. In studio classes, I sat at computers facing the wall, so that the teachers wouldn’t see me browse.

Where did you sit at school?

Wondering

Why is it that there is a general belief in Jordan a party won’t be enjoyable nor successful unless the music is loud to horrendously painful extents? What happens to the 50% of attendees who are not there to dance, but just to socialize?

Baba

Today is my dad’s birthday, and like every year, I am staring at my keyboard trying to think of words that do the most wonderful man any justice. It is hard… because all the words in the world combined together cannot even begin to put together the feeling I feel towards Baba. I mean, how can I say a few words that do justice to all of the years of love and strength that Dad gave us?

One of his all-time favorite activities in the world is fixing things. Nothing ever stays broken in our household for long, my dad always devises a brilliantly simple solution, usually involving glue, melting, or hammering. I think I developed my love for glue and melting after years of seeing my dad working his magic with them. He believes that every nut has its bolt (although they always get lost in the process) and that everything makes complete logical sense. Too often he fixes things that are working just fine — sometimes, until he gets his hands on them :)

When I try to allocate a single happy memory involving him in my mind, I am bombarded with many: when my mother was out of town as kids and he took us with him to work on a field trip to a farm in Hassa. When we go visit Riyadh and he spoils us to death with our favorite restaurants and activities. When he would play a game of ball that he invented as kids. How he really tries his best to make sure that every little detail in our lives are absolutely perfect.

Our lives have really been perfect.

But words really aren’t enough. I hope that the actions of our lives will prove to be the real proof to the love and lessons that dad instilled in us.

Happy birthday baba.

I love you.

We love you.

Signed,

Roba, Hisham, Omar, and Ghassan

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