Winter is Here

And so is our new layout.
Well colors, just like winter is not really here yet.

Yasmina is Tired

I'm here, but not really here.
Keeping this blog alive is turning out a more arduous task than I had initially envisioned, turns out its not so easy to produce something one thinks is of meaning that often.
I've started another blog, where I just post pictures, things I'm doing for my courses, things I look at and I want to remember, bref, a visual summary of my thought process for the day, and that is so much easier. It turns out there are hundreds of sites designed to allow you to look at information, or articles, or products, or ideas being put out there, or whatever you want to call it, to like the things you look at, reblog them, save them, or keep them somewhere safe where the rain, the sun and the bombs won't harm them, aka the virtual space of the web. This means that everyday you could spend hours just browsing through a countless list of websites, other people's saved items, other peoples posted items, etc etc etc...
But then what I'm wondering is, ok we're in the age of information, ( Ha! Blake thought they were in the age of information in 1800 ) and we have all these resources and all these technological tools and all the access to them and more than enough food for thought, or is that what we're meant to believe? Sure we look at this stuff everyday and keep it and absorb it and rape it and whatever, but what are we really learning in the end? When there's so much coming into our brain what percentage of it is really sticking? and anyway when there's so much of it out there, what kind of value does it have anymore?
Before the web and the internet and connectivity and sharing information, there were books, there were thinkers, there were paintings, and there was the world out there and that was already much more than anyone could ever fully absorb in one lifetime, but at least it seemed finite, accessible, or at least there was an agreement on what was valuable enough to learn and look at and what wasn't. Today it seems to me that there's been so much added to this pool of "knowledge" but without any censorship, that I'm not sure anymore, whether our age of "information" is really about information, or just the pretense of it.

Lukewarm is sick

Sorry for the lag. I've been busier than Obama in  a bullet dodging contest held by Glen Beck.

I'm coming down with something wicked. My head hurts, my eyes are heavy, I have blurry vision and my ears are on fire. (That last part was done intentionally).


Most people would look on this situation with pessimism but not me!

I realize that I've been granted a golden opportunity to get thinner!

 I miss you penis :(

I'm officially going into hibernation for the day. Too bad  I will miss Maya Zankouls visit to AUB but I've been long due in reuniting with my nether regions.

So dear reader, after finishing my last cup of warm goat blood, I bid you adieu for at least a day.

Do you love your pets?

Are you a religious God-loving person?

Do you take comfort in knowing that you have lived your life according to the religious laws, and that when the time comes you will be rewarded with eternal salvation?

Does it bother you that your beloved family pet, will be stuck on a fiery doom bound earth with no one to take care of them after the upcoming rapture?

Worry no more friend!

Eternal Earthbound Pets have an answer to your problems.

They have contractually found Animal loving atheists who are willing to cater to your pets long after you have passed on to bask in the holy light of our god and saviour!

Pictured Above: One of our committed employees hard at work

let's just google animal lov... oh dear.

For a small fee you too can enjoy a stress free eternity knowing that back on earth the sinners are being put to good use taking care of those left behind!

You can now enjoy the tormented screams of all those who didn't hear your dickish calls to reform in the park without having to worry about any beloved soulless pets that have remained behind.

If anyone in Lebanon would like to come to an agreement please do not hesitate to contact me.

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Surprising Offer!

I was given a pamphlet outside AUB today offering fantastic surprise gifts with every laptop!

Now every society reaches a point when you just know that you've hit rock bottom, when companies start giving out mice and movie tickets to get you to buy their laptops then it's pretty clear that somewhere things have gone terribly wrong.

Pro-tip Multi-media megastore, people want to buy laptops because they're fucking laptops, and throwing in a 10 dollar mouse to sweeten the pot isn't going to win you that many customers.

Why not focus on selling cheaper shitty hardware from China instead of giving out stocks of mice that you tried to push on people and no one wanted so you're now giving them out with laptops!

Payce

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Monday Night thoughts

The Bucket asked "What is my purpsoe?"
I told it "you are meant to carry water from one place to another"
It said "I don't believe you"
I said "ok"
The End


She's the kind of girl with breasts so big it gives her back problems.


Why is it that all of recent ideologies are focused on productivity of some kind. Catholics are focused on making more kids, capitalists focus on making more profit etc... There is a general consensus that life is about achieving shit, when one dies he is judged not by how he feels but what he has done.
That is horrible
Why are they not aimed at satisfaction and human happiness. These things are tossed aside as mistakes. But they should be the true measure of a life well spent. Cocks


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The Changing Face of Beirut

Lebanon, and Beirut in particular, is defined by its lack of a single identity, by the influence of diverse cultures and civilizations that have inhabited it, by the juxtaposition of ancient Roman ruins, old traditional garden houses, modernist apartment buildings, and new soaring glass towers.
The “Lebanese Traditional House”, a building type that emerged during the period of the French mandate, and spread throughout the country in different variations from 1920 to the mid 1940’s, is perhaps the oldest remaining form of habitation, and one of the most important testaments to the rich culture and history of Beirut.
Characterized typologically by a Central Hall, around which rooms branched out in enfilade, and built from “Ramle” Sandstone, the Traditional Central Hall House recalled the Ottoman courtyard houses, but was also emblematic of Lebanese hospitality and rituals of communal living. The reception areas (central hall with two rooms on either side) were lit by a triple arcade on the South and North facades, providing ample light, heat in winter and cross-ventilation for the summer months. The bedrooms were lined on the east, for proper exposure to the morning sun. The kitchen and bathroom occupied the western side, the Southwest prevailing winds carrying the smells away from the house.
In the city, the traditional house was a bourgeois, single-family, Marseille-imported red-tiled roof construction, adorned with colored glass and Italian marble patterned tiles in spacious garden plots.
Soon, this type spread to the mountain villages, adapting itself to the topography, the climate, and the income level of its inhabitants. The elements were the same, a load-bearing Central hall, thick insulating stone walls, high ceilings, stone arcades and wooden shutters, but each house was different, no two Lebanese houses could ever look exactly the same.
With the growth of the city and the arrival of concrete, the Lebanese traditional house morphed into an apartment building, layering 4 or 5 central hall apartments that began to adapt in plan to the changing social customs of the society and to inspire typologically what residential architecture in Lebanon would become.
Yet these old Lebanese houses, in all their forms, were much more sustainable, luxurious and flexible than the new, cheap, cramped apartments and buildings built today.
The charm and eclecticism of Beirut is rapidly vanishing as every day several of these old structures are being demolished in order for developers to construct out-of-scale generic towers, saturating the city with 10 million dollar apartments that no Lebanese can afford. Today Lebanese businessmen, artists and old bourgeois families are struggling to preserve these old buildings, turning them into museums, offices, nightclubs, restaurants, or keeping them as luxurious villas. The richness of these constructions lies in their beautiful spatial qualities, their durability, in their ability to accommodate the climate change, and their immense flexibility, which incites every artist, architect or sensitive citizen to desire inhabiting them, myself included.
Sadly, I often wonder whether by the time I have enough money to buy one, there will still be one left erect.

Finga Lickin Good!

As I pulled up to the drive-through at Burger King today, one of the employees was picking up cigarette butts and shredded paper from next to the order window. He had one hand wrapped in a bandage, and was quietly going about his task. This forced the cars to stop a bit further away from the window than they usually would, but still this did not phase him from doing his job.

It was a very sad sight, he was using those long pronged stick things with crabby hands and he was picking the pieces of paper up and putting them in his other bandaged hand for lack of a bag. He handed the litter with his bare hands to the guy on the window, and he in turn took them and threw them away. I thought about the hygiene implications of this act, but as the burger I was getting was for my brother I decided it was ok. I remembered when I used to be in a demeaning low pay job, it sucked donkey balls, and this memory made me sad, so as I approached the window I thought I'd make myself feel better.

L: (pulls up to window in brand new shiny car narrowly avoiding the employee) Hey, how's your day going so far?
E(employee): How does it look like
L: Looks like it's pretty shitty to me. *smiling*

E: Yeah it's been a long day
L: Hehe, you're life must suck big time huh
E: Fuck you
L: Hehehe*laughs harder*, how much do you get paid, like 2 dollars an hour, man you're pathetic
E: leave me alone!
L: HAHAHA *boisterous loud laughter* dude that's so fucking weak, you must be like totally poor or some shit
E: (Lips starts trembling and eyes water, this fills me with great satisfaction)

L: You know I used to work in a job just like yours
E: Really! (hope flashes across his face)
L: Yeah. Fuck I remember when I used to work for nothing, It was horrible
E: So how did you make it, do you think I have a chance of getting out of here
L: *laughs heartily* Oh no no, you're stuck like a cripple in a wheel-chair my friend (I say as I wipe tears of joy from my eyes)
L: I got my money when my rich uncle died, I'll never have to work again.
E: (puts head into window) Where is this guy's order already! (voice cracking with heartbreaking sadness)
L: Yep, I know your type, big dreams and shit, *smiles smugly* you all end up poor and alone begging for scraps of bed. :) *ahahahahahhahahahah*

E: (Gives me my order with tears in his eyes)
L: Well I'll be off to enjoy my gourmet meal at my spacious home (hands him 1thou tip which he accepts with shame), Say hi to your mother for me, I'll see her later tonight. (drives of laughing heartily and disappears into traffic leaving the boy behind him choking on the dust from his gold-plated rims as bitter tears run down his eyes)



Oh yeah! I gotta go to this chain more often.


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She wears short skirts

Someone needs to get a hold of tailor swift's new song before she destroys the dreams and aspirations of every teenage girl in the world.


There is a reason why the guy in the song is dating the girl in the high heels, it's because she looks like this

And you look like this

Now if it isn't clear by this point, let me spell it out. It doesn't matter if you have a connection with the guy or not. If you want a man, you better start strutting, get a boob job, and act like a total slut. Flashing him has also proven to increase the chance of a relationship by 100%.

You should realize that the entire premise of the song, that " what you are looking for has been here the whole time" is the equivalent of saying that you are a bag of potatoes. If he doesn't feel like sticking his manhood into you you'll never get him.



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The Case of the Missing Lighter OR A Nasty Celebration

And this is what happens when you turn shwenty two...