Random posts

• Boards and broads: Anything of beauty can be dramatically improved upon with the addition of a woman. Snowboard? Beautiful. Women on snowboards? Sex! Well, for the most part.
• Seed of Zicco: Zicco House is much more than just the poetry readings and concerts at the Samra Bar: it's a launch-pad for the country's most prominent movements, and has become a hub for thinkers and dissidents who dream of change.
• Media mystic: Known for her strong presence and edgy talk shows, not to mention her immensely popular astronomy books, Maguy Farah shares a bit of her past and future.
• Baz buzz: Nagi Baz's Buzz Productions has brought in the biggest names in music since the early 90s, but the man would give up all the recognition in the world to be able to work in a stable environment.
• Ex and bacon: All the crying has made that part a bit fuzzy, what is crystal clear though is picking up the 5 kilogram, metal-cast xylophone I was playing with and smashing it on his skull. Turns out he didn't like surprises either.
• Run: Founder of the Beirut Marathon, May el Khalil is an advocate of the simple life and of sporting spirit. We'd be lucky to have half her spirit
• Cotton candy: Zena el Khalil doesn’t create; she reacts to Beirut. Take the mind of a war-child, mix in the memories of an immigrant, and season with pink. Lots and lots of pink.
• Manic Manicure: Saturday night isn’t about consuming as much alcohol as possible before passing out. Preposterous I thought, but the magazine made me follow a social princess around for a day and find out.
• Hi, keefak, ça va?: Writer, publisher, lecture organizer and cultural expert Henri Zoghaib shares his incredible love for Lebanon and enthusiasm for literature.
• Evidence: Memory is a fragile faculty, subject to time, lies, alcohol abuse and a hundred different chemical errors that could erase the unforgettable as easily as yesterday’s lunch.
• Whither thou goest: They stared at each other for a long time, him through the mask and her through a wispy cloud of existential angst. Whatever magic they shared was absolutely lost on me.