Archive for May, 2008
Where did you sit in class?
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
See anything funny in this picture?
Well, neither did Y and I the other day as we left the office, until we looked closer. Holy smokes. How did they get to the middle of Wadi Saqra?
VELCRO: The Humble Origins of the Greatest Thing to Ever Happen to My Sneakers
Velcro is now 50. Via Kottke.
