Monday, November 26, 2012
I just received an e-mail from my distributors that my book, Fetish Systems, is going to be recalled from the market by the end of the month. I'm trying to keep it on AntoineOnline but I'm not sure how that's gonna go.
I guess it's been a fun year. If you've been postponing a trip to the bookstore, I think it's about time to get yourself a copy. While you're at it, get your friend a copy. If you haven't heard of it, check out this review on Kalimat Shelf.
I'm not sure what to with the remaining copies, I'm lost between a bonfire and random mail-outs.Anyways, thanks everyone for deflowering me. Thanks if you bought it, read it, pretended to read it or just tried.
Here's a recording of a reading by the almighty Hamed Sinno followed by another by the lovebug Rosie ElGhossain - both of which recorded the whole book - I bow to both.
A bit more than a year from now, on my birthday, I wanted to go to Palestine. There was a wall, so I couldn't. There was the law, and I couldn't. Then Mahira sent me an e-mail that she had read the book. Mahira lives in Palestine.
A bit more than a year from now, I went to Palestine.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Scientists at Wake Forest University in North Carolina have developed a “tissue printer” that “prints” cartilage, the flexible connective tissue that cushions our bones and joints. According to the Toronto Star, the printer, which was featured in a study published in the journal Biofabrication…
Sunday, November 18, 2012
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Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
i dedicate this aimless post of closure to a place that was home for a while, but not anymore. i dedicate it to the illusion of bliss, by lovers, by stories, by things. i leave it as an open wound that would never cicatrize. i will come back, as tangible strolls down physical memory lanes, and if i ever come back to live it would be her or i who must have changed.
i leave with no shreds of remorse, as i thought i would have. i leave dry. i leave full. i stand almost confused at my readiness to leave. i always hated packing, for somehow i must have never started packing with the luggage inside.