Monday, August 30, 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010






Messages may become scrambled on Wednesday when the Moon opposes your ruler Mercury, currently retrograde. Don't assume associates know what you mean. Be as clear as possible when speaking. Idealistic thoughts fill your head on Sunday. You'll come up with a plan to make the world a better place. Use your utopian ideas to create a new lifestyle.

and at 4.33pm, i met OCEAN LAB

Saturday, August 21, 2010

not so *uh-oh-so-avant-garde* ..but who's sober anyways?


he calls it rambling

it's been a couple of posts now that i'm pulling off an #Auditoysroom .. but this will not turn into a music blog, or a blog about music, per se. but - yes, i do need a soundtrack - more than one, and as it changes, i'll let you know. so here's the thing - i've been busy accepting that architecture is a boring profession unless you're a superstar -

unless you post-intellectualize everything in attempts to make sense of built residues of what you are being shoved into designing - i've been busy working on the cover of FETISH SYSTEMS and the about the author \ about the book drafts , because i need to send it to print ASAP, yes - hopefully, it's getting printed - here's a mockup -

fetish systems is an autobiographical love letter of impotence. it is the pompous imaginary grace after a hysterical loss of of everything; the stepping out of self to look at it from a third person perspective, only to step back in, and narrate a processed first person dysjunct epiphany. the narrator refuses a present tense, hence starts nowhere to end nowhere, in avoidance to admit, in search of an alternative to the optical reception of the real; shies back into itself, into words - not language - to weave a non-place, where everything comes to go.

i've been busy making sense of god and my penis, and what goes where and why - and whether why matters, in things of god..and things of my penis - in both cases, delegating some tasks for my heart to handle - mostly things of my penis, because my things of god, continue a bit higher towards my head. i've been busy thinking of what i want to do next, and whether i want to stay here or not.. based on how much of myself will be able to play here - i am not sure, i still think there i things i did not eat up here, so i will - i must set a deadline.. i'll get busy with that soon.

i've been busy checking out the hammam in the souq, because i want to take you [tentative] there. it was fun last time - very fun. DONT TURN THE LIGHTS ON - CHROMEO

i've been spending a lot of time at the office, that is not yet an office - but will be, and i bought box files, and believe it or not, i'm actually using them. i've been busy scanning veneer samples, that i just can't get over. yes, for the millionth time, i am in love with samples. they can become_

brb, i'll go buy me a cig - LYKKE LI - UNTIL WE BLEED
so..i think my neons are dying - it's friggin chain saw massacre ambient .. anyways - i've been busy photocopying my thesis volume 1 book - so i start proofing, because i want to get that out too - soon ..
and i've been busy, in the toilet, because it ignites, as i shit - looking at myself in the mirror, phrases, and pieces of things i see - of لأطارد عطارد

-and this painting, it - in beirut, me - in trablos, it by my bed - me..away, and things that might have.. might not have forgotten me and promises i made -

in past tense, of future tense - now, tense..just tense






got my hands on veneer samples yesterday, to start designing the basic woodwork in the apartments as well as the variations. simple. i love samples.

Thursday, August 19, 2010


so i don't like sitting on this laptop and pretend to be making live-music, while smoking a cig and watching iTunes go through my preset playlist..but i DO like making you listen to besides my station on blip [ ] here are some links to .mp3 auditoys 

MIA - XXXO remix  for the sake of the huff, the puff  and the fad

picture de Purple Magazine []

alors on Gag

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

hello Facebook

so FACEBOOK removed my profile picture and warned me not to do it again, because some prick couldn't handle it. FACEBOOK, on the other hand, claims that I am offending little people. I do not have little people on my friend list. for the sake of the argument, below are some links to bookmark, for when your children need entertainment..w hek...cheers | | | | | | to name a few..all enjoyable..really - but gimme a break FACEBOOK ..ok?


Friday, August 6, 2010


i apologize for not updating my million blogs on a regular basis.


Thursday, August 5, 2010

#DepecheMode - only when i lose myself

i'll call you a GiAD - جياد - [via GiB] .. بتصرف

Let me share my new thought which lightbulbed last night in my head.

So, not so long ago, I was questioning myself: when do you draw the line between "instinct" and "paranoia", ok? But then I discovered something interesting - and this is all of course the birth of some series of unfortunate dating events.

Our instincts are never wrong. They seem to be true and strong to us once they agree with our desires. The moment our instincts warn us from our desires, we quickly bury them six-feet under.

In a short period of time, those seeds, buried in the soil of disbelief, will quiver for life, just as our hearts quiver with fear, and voilà: paranoia is born and it sprouts out to be fed by the sun of disillusion.

If your instincts and desires are intersecting, then that's la vie en rose bilmshabra7. If you feel one hint of parallelism, then be on guard and sing to the Elephants avec Rachel Yamagata.


[original post on GiB ]

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

people are sad things - خاص

يطّلان معاً، أجسادهما تكاد تكون متلاصقة. يحملان حقيبة البحر، ويتحصّنان بأكسسوارات النهار الحار الطويل: نظارات تكاد تغطي الجزء الأكبر من وجهيهما، وقبعة تحميهما من أشعة الشمس اللاذعة، وغالباً ما تكون المنشفة قد استقلّت عن الحقيبة لترتمي على يد كل واحد منهما لتسهيل مهمة فلشها على... السرير

continue this shit here

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

i found a package on our sitting room table today. i opened it. three poetry books -


the sounds of things, whether they mean anything or not - withstand comprehension as a visceral counterpart; the pulmonary echo of things, and how they stumble - lips, as they pronounce, once or thrice - things, ordinary things - and how they make, nothing.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

unfinished business

so, in 2004 i decided to go to the gym. i wrote a little note for big old me, and posted it on my mirror, so i would correlate. you are fat, now GYM yalla. i had a sense of humor of some sort, hence the tongue and shit, but don't judge me..or judge me..whatever suits your fancy - anyways. now it's 2010, and i have found a million excuses to.. skip the yalla to GYM.. so after six years of volume consumption fluctuations, i have decided, to act upon my fitness requirements. tomorrow morning, before heading to work, i will be the proud member of a big hall with a lot of machines, with synthetic leather chairs, screaming my name - and promising me a more entertaining sexual life. hm. yay.

post coitum omne animal triste est, sive gallus et mulier