A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

Author: Roba (Page 1 of 23)



Words can never hurt you, eh?



Can’t seem to get this song out of my head

Quote of the day

“Sure, I go around assuming they are all a-holes, and that way, when one isn’t an a-hole, I am pleasantly surprised, instead of being constantly disappointed.”


What are we discussing?

Physically Augmented Reality

There is nothing digital. There is nothing projected. There is nothing virtual.
An analogue world scares me.

But this is awesome.


Ok. Seriously. I can’t take it anymore.

Amman’s Aura and Jewels

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Amman, originally uploaded by Yazan Malakha.

My favorite thing about Amman her jewel-like mountains, glittering every night regardless of whether you are in the desert or not, because the mountains love to show off these jewels in the dark sky. It blows my mind.

There’s this little portion of Jordan Street that is unlit, and it directly overlooks a really tiny village with around a 100 specks white neon light, and there’s also Baq3a a little farther left. But there’s a mountain that blocks the view of Amman, and you can see her aura. Not so bright, but quite beautiful against the black mountains.

When we were back in Saudi, my dad would take us on a road trip to Sharqeyeh (the Eastern province) during short holidays. On the return journey to Riyadh, which was always quite late at night, we would just drive and drive and drive for hours in the pitch blackness of the vast Saudi desert to the music of Kathem il Saher, Majida il Roumi, and Asala.

I, lacking the ability to nod off in anything other than a bed, would spend all those hours staring out of the window and amusing over how it seemed like someone has spray painted the entire world with a black can of spray paint. I would also stare waiting for my favorite part of those trips- waiting to get closer to Riyadh to see her aura.

Riyadh, Riyadh. Riyadh has so many lights- orange lights mind you. So from the pitch black desert, you could start seeing her aura- a purplish orange haze in the distant horizon of the blackest black sky, and this aura would signal home.

The picture above, taken in Jabal Amman and overlooking downtown, represents Amman to me- jewels of light on neverending mountains.


Here’s a really interesting read,

Designers must write

use words“Sometimes I feel as though the right selection of words coupled with careful enunciation and timing is as graceful as a surgeon’s hands keenly manipulating life as though it were not complex in the slightest. Well, perhaps that’s a bit of an overstatement, but I don’t expect that many would argue that even a few well chosen words can wield more power than our most brutal weapons.”

The most beautiful thing about Windows

Right click.

Man, it’s so satisfying.

(Yeah, yeah, I know about the Mighty Mouse, but do you think the J of U invested in those? No, sir.)

*Spoken in a calm thoughtful voice*

Here’s an interesting study:

According to recent research published in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, I’ve only a 50-50 chance of ascertaining the tone of any e-mail message. The study also shows that people think they’ve correctly interpreted the tone of e-mails they receive 90 percent of the time.

“That’s how flame wars get started,” says psychologist Nicholas Epley of the University of Chicago, who conducted the research with Justin Kruger of New York University. “People in our study were convinced they’ve accurately understood the tone of an e-mail message when in fact their odds are no better than chance,” says Epley.

“People often think the tone or emotion in their messages is obvious because they ‘hear’ the tone they intend in their head as they write,” Epley explains.

The reason for this is egocentrism, or the difficulty some people have detaching themselves from their own perspective, says Epley. In other words, people aren’t that good at imagining how a message might be understood from another person’s perspective.

So when you guys read my blog, you’re getting my mood wrong 50% of the time. Hmm…

[Read whole artcle on Wired News, via Serdal]

The life of a design student…

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I guess I would take being at some kitsch printing center arguing over colors late at night for a project final than trying to cram for a test, but it gets so tedious anyway!

Especially when nothing goes right- my red is a 7afartali shade of watermelon pink, Sara forgot to create the outlines so the font looks funny, Noor’s file is busted… and the project is due in less than 7 hours! The waiting que at the printers is 2 hours long, so we’ll pick them up tomorrow before class although class starts at 8:00 AM sharp.Ya 7alawlaw.

Stressing at the moment in the freezing winter, but I’m looking forward laughing about it in a few months just like we laugh at all the times we spent creating clay furniture and taking pictures of chairs.

I’m praying for snow tonight.

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