Just as Robinson Crusoe rediscovered religion, my mother called to chat, and suddenly I felt a little bit better.
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Just as Robinson Crusoe rediscovered religion, my mother called to chat, and suddenly I felt a little bit better.
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When tigers roamed free, we kept our distance. We lived in mud huts, lit fires and sharpened sticks, and prayed that tigers would just leave our miserable little villages alone.
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Somewhere in my late twenties I joined the Time Out family, and within a year I had built a mental database of cheeses, meats, oils, herbs and plenty of things that I’d never before let into my stomach.
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We’re not built for sudden changes. When my ancestors travelled they spent weeks preparing ropes and mounts; I packed clean shorts into a small bag and walked through metal detector after detector.
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When it comes to playing with food, nothing is more dangerous than ruining a man’s breakfast.
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Corporate Lebanon is a repressive, power-hungry world with nary a ray of hope. One monkey fights back!
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The way cats go about the mating dance leaves little wonder why the species never got around to developing real societies
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I have it; the answer to our failing economy, our miserable jobs and our national gloom. It’s simple, and has been staring us in the face for a couple of generations.
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So, three fat women walk into a government office in Beirut; did that sound like the front end of a bad joke? Let me try again.
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The best writers write effortlessly; as soon as their hands touch the keyboard their fingers weave pieces of their lives, dreams and that obscure art they saw while stumbling into the trash-bins drunk, on Friday night.
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The leader of the pack (cue 60s music) raised his hand in a fist, and the procession came to a halt. He dismounted his hog like it was a horse, and walked towards the bunny with the largest bosom.
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Every woman in the country understands that a green license plate means you could never afford this car; we’re smart like that. So smart in fact that we can tell the size of your penis from said car.
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I know he was being helpful, but I’m neither blind nor stupid; what bothered me the most though, is that I’d actually asked for wine, not wipes.
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