Today was a funny day Funny because …

Today was a funny day. Funny because “The worst calamity is the one that makes you laugh”. I rarely meddle into politics. Partly because I KNOW -yes it is a fact- that it is a dirty field. There are no clean politicians. There are just less dirty ones. And I mostly hate politics because I like to think of myself as an artist. A person who can see and appreciate BEAUTY in its purest and most basic forms. And there is no beauty in politics.

So, today was a funny day because I happened to hear the news more than once, through word of mouth and the radio in my father’s car, and the tweets and my facebook page. I noticed how miserable must these people be who are arguing about who did what first, just like children. And then I realized that these people are actually the entities that rule us.

Old as it may be, I have terrible hatred to war. Warlords who are in government and parliament are way beyond my human understanding. I just can’t accept the fact that people who ruined our sleep for years when we were kids are now trying to make our country better. That simply doesn’t add. No matter how hard you try to trust them – if you can actually get to the “trying to trust them” stage.

And then there is the issue of our Lebanese pride. We are proud people. We don’t deny it. We actually brag about it. I brag about it. We are educated, open minded, intelligent, beautiful people who know how to live and how to party. So, in this moment of listening to the news today, I told myself, “How is it that these educated, intelligent, open minded, beautiful people have CRIMINALS and murderers ruling them?” That also doesn’t add, whatsoever. For a fraction of a second, I felt bad that I had never tried to understand politics. But then I remembered that politics is dirty EVERYwhere, not only here. But then again, people in America have politicians ruling them but at least they get their basic needs supplied to them – even if they think their country sucks. They have not been here to see the chaos we live in. And during that moment, I felt so bitter.

We think we are better than Syrians. We think we are better than Egyptians. We think we are better than all the Arabs in the GCC countries because we are actually the ones who run their countries for them. We think we are better than the ajenib (foreigners) who can’t locate Beirut on a map. We think we are better than almost ANY human being on the face of this earth. I pray, tell me then, o’brave beautiful intelligent open minded people: How come we’ve got a mob of war criminals and thieves governing our daily lives to the guts?

That -on its own- makes us worse than all of them. We disgust Me.


Finally, Mubarak is DOWN and spirits are UP!…

Finally, Mubarak is DOWN and spirits are UP! No more long nights on twitter and facebook waiting for speeches full of bs. Funny is whenever I follow politics I assure myself more and more it is a totally unhealthy thing for me to do. But Egypt was an exception for many reasons that some may know and some may not.
Now we’re back in our good old Lebanon. It is old really. Not as good as it is old though.
I am still living in the body of an expat in this city, so I can love it.
My new mission is to make beautiful memories in it and erase all the memories of the 80’s.
Onward and Upward!

I’ll apologize to my Egyptian friends t…

I’ll apologize to my Egyptian friends tonight for I am celebrating alone!

I am high on filmmaking tonight.
I am listening to music by my favorite musician Omer Faruk Tekbilek entitled, Your Love is My Cure. What better title to listen to?
I cried tonight. Of happiness.
I know people are dying in Egypt.
I know they’re dying elsewhere.
From death and sadness I learned that we all have the right to laugh at heart and rejoice and love and be loved.
I learned that my smiles and laughs don’t cause a human being to die somewhere else, nor can my sadness stop them from being miserable.

The music is deafening. Beauty always deafens me.
This is why I am celebrating tonight:
A one day shoot after four whole months away from a production sent the adrenalin rushing to my head.

I take it most of the people who read this blog have seen The Hurt Locker.
Right now I feel like a soldier returning to the battlefield without which he can’t live his life to the fullest.
A battlefield that is definitely going to destroy him. But he returns nevertheless.
He sustains an injury. He gets treated, goes through rehab, then comes again.
Feverish for more action.
This was me today.

Today was the first “official” long day of filming on the set of my dear friend Wajdi to whom I send a big salute and a bigger thank you!