mou and rudz are coming to town!!
and aya is in town now!
woohoo.
27.2.07
26.2.07
about stupid american awards.
anybody else felt that yesterday/this morning's best director award was a pity oscar? as if the academy felt bad on never letting scorcese win any awards knowing that he was nominated more than 6 times—if i'm not mistaken—, and for cornerstones of the american film legacy such as taxi driver (palme d'or, mind u), raging bull, the last tempatation of christ, ...—need i go on?! as if they finally gave him one just to be able to stick him a life achievement award in a few years...
seriously. getting spielberg, lucas and coppola to hand it to him. enno, seriously, did anybody think that anybody else was gonna recive the award after getting those three aligned on stage?! to get all the directors that were of the same "generation"(in the history of film at least) and that beat him to the statue. pity oscar... that sucks.
And, granted, the departed is awesome, but for it to be the film that got him the oscar, the recognition, what da fuck!?!
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w ba3den, why do all best actor/actress awards have to be given to the ones who had characters that existed in real life. enno, if you want a score an oscar, get a role that is based on a true life story (you stil have to do it well, though; but still half the work is done for you)
It's true that whitaker is a gr8 gr8 actor, but he only got the recognition when he took a role based on a real human being. helen mirren for the queen. Phoenix and witherspoon for walk the line. roberts for erin brockovich. theron for monster. swank for boys dont cry. smith for ali. kidman for the hours when she played virginia woolf. hoffman for capote. foxx for ray. halle berry also for monster's ball, no?!. anyway, anybody seeing a pattern here?!?
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stupid american awards.
guess i'll always hate'em ever since they let saving private ryan win over the thin red line.
never forgive, zoozoo, and never forget the great offenses of the stupid american academy awards.
stoooppid.
seriously. getting spielberg, lucas and coppola to hand it to him. enno, seriously, did anybody think that anybody else was gonna recive the award after getting those three aligned on stage?! to get all the directors that were of the same "generation"(in the history of film at least) and that beat him to the statue. pity oscar... that sucks.
And, granted, the departed is awesome, but for it to be the film that got him the oscar, the recognition, what da fuck!?!
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w ba3den, why do all best actor/actress awards have to be given to the ones who had characters that existed in real life. enno, if you want a score an oscar, get a role that is based on a true life story (you stil have to do it well, though; but still half the work is done for you)
It's true that whitaker is a gr8 gr8 actor, but he only got the recognition when he took a role based on a real human being. helen mirren for the queen. Phoenix and witherspoon for walk the line. roberts for erin brockovich. theron for monster. swank for boys dont cry. smith for ali. kidman for the hours when she played virginia woolf. hoffman for capote. foxx for ray. halle berry also for monster's ball, no?!. anyway, anybody seeing a pattern here?!?
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stupid american awards.
guess i'll always hate'em ever since they let saving private ryan win over the thin red line.
never forgive, zoozoo, and never forget the great offenses of the stupid american academy awards.
stoooppid.
23.2.07
20.2.07
in the bus, on my way to hamra.
we always nag about the fact that we live in a highly consumerist capitalist culture, we moan about the bourgeois, the rich, the unsympathetic elite, the conceited, the vain and the narcissistic egocentric asses... and i realised that if they did not exist what would we do? how would i entertain myself? where would i spend all my energy?
enno, yeah, we do sometimes have things to say about shampoo, car, clothes, ... but we often have more interesting passionate things to say about the bourgeois, the rich, the unsympathetic elite, the conceited, the vain and the narcissistic egocentric asses. we hate them better than we hate shampoo, cars, and clothes. had we been in a world exactly as we wished it would be, we wouldn't have anything i3tiradi to say; no objections, no defiance, no resistance... we would be either contributing to the hegemonic ruling system or drowning in speechlessness for lack of reasons to rebel against any outrageously selfish behaviour.
i guess tonight, before i sleep, i will thank the almighty for the bourgeois, the rich, the unsympathetic elite, the conceited, the vain and the narcissistic egocentric asses; and hey, while i'm at it, why not the michel aouns of the world... or i may be pushing it there... because after all, i love having things to bitch about more than anything else in the whole wide world.
enno, yeah, we do sometimes have things to say about shampoo, car, clothes, ... but we often have more interesting passionate things to say about the bourgeois, the rich, the unsympathetic elite, the conceited, the vain and the narcissistic egocentric asses. we hate them better than we hate shampoo, cars, and clothes. had we been in a world exactly as we wished it would be, we wouldn't have anything i3tiradi to say; no objections, no defiance, no resistance... we would be either contributing to the hegemonic ruling system or drowning in speechlessness for lack of reasons to rebel against any outrageously selfish behaviour.
i guess tonight, before i sleep, i will thank the almighty for the bourgeois, the rich, the unsympathetic elite, the conceited, the vain and the narcissistic egocentric asses; and hey, while i'm at it, why not the michel aouns of the world... or i may be pushing it there... because after all, i love having things to bitch about more than anything else in the whole wide world.
18.2.07
about musketeers.
was trapped in traffic in front of the monroe hotel on thursday morning. nothing new. happens to me everytime i try going to hamra. am sitting in the cab, on the passenger seat next to the driver who has to keep both the radio and his transmitter on at all times; hence creating the unique mix of nerve-wrecking, head-turning pandemonium that would make any sane human being wish he could drop dead and go fry in hell rather than stay in this god-forsaken cab.
and as usual, i try to calm my nerves by first applying the mind numbing psychotherapy trick à deux sous, and allow my eyes to wonder in the cars next to me. it is then that i saw him. i couldn't believe it. it was Athos. u know the wise musketeer, of the 3 musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. U know, the hottest one... the one who is smart, cool, fiery, old and mature... the one with a secret. and u'll never believe it, he was driving a cab! a musketeer in a cab. the situation had been so bad in good old Richelieu's Paris that Athos had to leave the force to come drive a cab in Beirut. can you believe it?
not only were we settling for a lesser beirut, and lesser versions of ourselves, but Athos had chosen to drive a cab. not that i c anything wrong with cabs, and cab drivers. any profession is a good profession—including the oldest the world has ever known, which btw has witnessed the earliest recorded money transaction in the world. layssa min 3amalonn 7akeer wa lakin honak onassonn 7akiroun. and i am no 7akira. but for a musketeer to turn cab driver... it must be really really really bad.
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later that day, t and i were in a cab driven by a english-speaking foreman turned poker joint owner who was thrown of out of the states for some shady reason. if i remember correctly, i think he also told us that Mr. Nabih B.'s wife used to get trashed in his joint. no musketeers there...
cab drivers... can't live with 'em, cant live without 'em...
and as usual, i try to calm my nerves by first applying the mind numbing psychotherapy trick à deux sous, and allow my eyes to wonder in the cars next to me. it is then that i saw him. i couldn't believe it. it was Athos. u know the wise musketeer, of the 3 musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. U know, the hottest one... the one who is smart, cool, fiery, old and mature... the one with a secret. and u'll never believe it, he was driving a cab! a musketeer in a cab. the situation had been so bad in good old Richelieu's Paris that Athos had to leave the force to come drive a cab in Beirut. can you believe it?
not only were we settling for a lesser beirut, and lesser versions of ourselves, but Athos had chosen to drive a cab. not that i c anything wrong with cabs, and cab drivers. any profession is a good profession—including the oldest the world has ever known, which btw has witnessed the earliest recorded money transaction in the world. layssa min 3amalonn 7akeer wa lakin honak onassonn 7akiroun. and i am no 7akira. but for a musketeer to turn cab driver... it must be really really really bad.
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later that day, t and i were in a cab driven by a english-speaking foreman turned poker joint owner who was thrown of out of the states for some shady reason. if i remember correctly, i think he also told us that Mr. Nabih B.'s wife used to get trashed in his joint. no musketeers there...
cab drivers... can't live with 'em, cant live without 'em...
6.2.07
something in the air?
today in BBC, it seems the israelis are trying to stir sth up again.
i was hearing people saying that our internal feuds might attract our southern neighbours to meddle in our affairs again... i hope not... we are all tired of everything and bored of it all. i never thought living in beirut would ever amount to a life in hell... but we've been simmering for some time, and we shall be deep-fried in no-time.
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was watching avalon yesterday... and am ashamed to say it but i fell asleep while watching it...
is really really good... has a very enki bilal feel to it...
will finish it today though... was good...
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Hos' bday is tomorrow. he's in doobie though.
Ola Chica will be coming this weekend,
and the meeting yesterday went great,
i guess this is gonna be an awesome week.
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am gonna go fry me an egg
yumyum
i was hearing people saying that our internal feuds might attract our southern neighbours to meddle in our affairs again... i hope not... we are all tired of everything and bored of it all. i never thought living in beirut would ever amount to a life in hell... but we've been simmering for some time, and we shall be deep-fried in no-time.
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was watching avalon yesterday... and am ashamed to say it but i fell asleep while watching it...
is really really good... has a very enki bilal feel to it...
will finish it today though... was good...
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Hos' bday is tomorrow. he's in doobie though.
Ola Chica will be coming this weekend,
and the meeting yesterday went great,
i guess this is gonna be an awesome week.
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am gonna go fry me an egg
yumyum
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