Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Johnny Depp Characterization


Don Juan DeMarco, Donnie Brasco, Finding Neverland, Secret Window, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Tourist and many others are a sample of interesting movies starring Johnny Depp.
Ever since I watched Don Juan DeMarco and until tonight's The Tourist -at the theatre with Nouhado- Depp has been keeping a very fine characterization style throughout all these different movies. He is the macho, the devil in disguise, and the complex personality guy! Depp uses his eyes to convey sly moves and/or thoughts. He adopts a low profile at the beginning of almost each movie then reveals the true character behind... Plans and suspense rule the Depp movies game. It is astonishing how an actor can easily play different significant roles and keep a single thread connecting all characterizations, without copying himself in a way where the viewer says, "O.K That's the usual Depp style." On the contrary, you would start thinking, "How can he create common grounds for characters he played over the years while keeping you wanting to see what's next?!" Call it a talent or gift. All I know is it is real fine art.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Christmas Concert- LAU (1)

From 6:30 till 8:00 p.m., we sang all the beautiful Christmas carols we have been preparing. The LAU choir did a great job tonight.

The audience divided into two parts, filled the auditorium in Irwin Hall (ground floor and balcony). Time whizzed by so quickly that I felt we sang the whole program  in fifteen minutes. Going backstage, I thought we had an interlude only, and soon we'd be going back on stage to continue...But seeing Caline wearing her scarf and coat opened my eyes: The End!

Tomorrow is the second concert; same place at 20:00. Hopefully, I won't lose track of the page of "Exultate Deo", Psalm 80.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Run in the Rain


Getting out of our favorite breakfast place Paul in Gemayzeh on that furious windy morning was not easy on Saturday, December 11, 2010! It was as if Mother Nature were looking for someone, chasing the one responsible for preventing her from raining all that time!
It seemed to us that she found him on departure when rancor was spilled on the man for what he did to her and her beloved Environment! Vigorous winds were howling at their threatened destiny, celebrating without further ado, their reunion with the skies, hugging and kissing the grey pale clouds… as if telling them, “Finally, we’re dancing together again, wildly blending in the rhythms of the lighting!” projecting all the fears into mercy of holy rains!
Squeezing herself under my umbrella, my wonderful mother was holding on to my sense of finding the way to the car as she clutched my arm with power. I, on the other hand, was wearing all my winter clothes from the off-white mohair cowboy hat to the rain coat and rain boots! I was trying to merge myself, my mom, and the umbrella swiftly into the fighting rains and winds without raging any or going against their will.
Left, down, right... My head and arms would sway unconditionally. My all would only diverge along with whatever the winds decided. Surrender is power in such moments until we reach the ultimate goal- that silver grey refuge, my lovely Peugot! A few seconds would separate my hurrying mom and I from complete safety. Instead, I found myself totally alone under that umbrella – without my hat and without my mom!
Quickly, I turned around to see mom chasing the floating hat in the demo river of a flooding Gemayzeh. Mother was racing so willingly, fighting against the tides of Mother Nature, when my mohair hat was trying to elope with the wind…Finally, she grabbed it like she won a first prize in a world competition for sustainability! Stuck in traffic caused by the heavy showers of the storm, people watched the event with excitement. I could read the word “grotesque” in the eyes of the unexpectedly large audience.
In moments of spontaneity like those, rapture and elation rapidly conquer the hearts without notice. We couldn’t stop laughing and being loud for several minutes, even after I tugged myself and the umbrella into the car, and after my mom finally made it safely to the car with my hat...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=htef8Am-XxU

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Maëlstrom and Mist

Misty moments mumble your melodies through my mind
as a maestro of a nonmundane symphony.
Mmm...my amazing Maëlstrom!


I'm in the mid of madness
madness of motivation
madness of enjoyment
madness of might
and charm and rhyme
madness of misty mornin's
madness of moderation
in feminism


It could be a milestone
It might be opium
under the moonlight
It must be the music
of mediation...

Sunday, November 28, 2010

LEILA


Sarcastic, funny, angry then smooth in a split of a second, Leila is an exceptional choir conductor at LAU. Seventy years old with a spirit of a strong young woman in her thirties, Leila shouts at the tenor, smiles to the sopranos, hushes the altos, and fidgets like all of us as she makes fun of our moves!
“Legs straight”, “Heads up in pride”, and “…From the abdomen, not the gorge!!” She would strike us with such essentials! She would lean over and sway her body while we sing. Her cheeks seem to enjoy liveliness as she smiles along every high note and her eye brows get closer with the sadness of the tenor!
Getting prepared to sing in the Christmas Carols Ceremony is an enjoyment with a true artist like Leila, whose attitude is funny, even when she raises her hand and points at us as she imitates the mistakes she heard we did! She is a storm in tremendous fury when she spots a sleepy posture or a reckless, tired lad. She is a melody, in the parts we sing Haydn so well. She is pure silk when she talks to me.
Kindness will aromatize the room in a while as the Christmas bells ring the hearts. Reheasal is in twenty minutes!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Café Hamra on a Sunday Morning


One of the most beautiful places in Hamra is a new place called Café Hamra. I just love this place because it’s a perfect blend of the Hamra spirit…Bob Marley and Samira Toufik, whose songs speak of coffee, are tagged on the coffee menu billboards. “I Love HAMRA” and other Arabic soft clichés are stamped on the red walls in Arabic and English. These walls are beautiful because they have cool shelves with books and because they are red (Hamra). Different pictures of the Rahbani’s and old Hamra Street are framed and hung on the walls. Those walls…remind me of  “The Twilight Saga” theme colors. Silver, Black, and Red disperse in White… “Sunset” is the drink I’m having. It’s labeled as a specialty on the menu. It is strawberry, passion fruit, and banana mixed with crushed ice, just like irony itself. Its taste is sweet though. Books are everywhere; on the console to my right, on the private table to my left, and on their shelves…I’m going through my off-campus PhD papers to Calgary and thinking of Waleed Hourani’s piano concert tomorrow. Today is such a good day because being in a place you love and doing the things you like is essential for independence. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is Independence Day and it’s gonna be a good night; being there in the Assembly Hall, living the classics that this amazing Lebanese yet international pianist would like the Assembly Hall walls to roar with on the night of Novermber 22, 2010, celebrating independence.   

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Julia: Princess of Disney


As I saw your Disney Land pictures yesterday, I knew what my Sunday blog is going to be about.
You are a soft lullaby that soothes Cinderella while her step-mother would lock her in a room, mollifies Jasmine as she wildly explores the world through the magic carpet ride, and soothes Belle with every withering rose leaf.
You are a wonderful blend of beauty. You are very active, funny, creative, and shy (at times). Your glowing blue eyes foreshadow a glorious tomorrow. Your happy spirit is what keeps everyone around you thinking of you. Julia, you are an endless source of cheerfulness to all of us.  
You have Cinderella’s polite shy attitude, Jasmine’s free spirit, and Belle’s intelligence. I love you, Princesss.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

A Momental Journey


It is a remarkable moment in life when you realize the hero inside you! It is when you recognize the giant in there; how much you are alive, how much you can add to life, and how much you “are” life. It also drives a compellingly dangerous yet freeing feeling. You might become a larger-than-life personality in your own eyes at times.

Think of what happens when the very same eyes witness that hero, but now, outside yourself. What you would think and how you would feel make a much more intense experience! At first, you wouldn’t believe it happening for it looks surreal. You would want to delve into it even more, only to find your hero, standing there, looking at you closely and watching over you with caress. You can almost hear what his eyes are saying. It now feels even more surreal.

Wasn’t I trying to explore my Self in the journey called life? Didn’t I try my best to stand on mountains and lift my spirit by leaps and bounds every time my foot would slip? Isn’t climbing up there supposed to be a struggle? “Why does it look so beautiful now?” I’d ask myself. I was looking for beauty inside of me all the time; only to find the real beauty – outside: real, genuine, and completely… incredible!
As I once wrote in my journal: “What I found is way more mesmerizing than what I was searching for.” I was searching for the peace and love, strength and wisdom inside of me. What I found is a tantalizing combination of all four in the person You are. Exploring poise, awareness, beauty, religiousness, hope, and ease was zealous when I found them so naturally flowing into You, resembling what I’ve been searching for all through the journey!


The resemblance strengthens my own strength, self, and being. More importantly, it embraces being myself. So the journey called life –as we know it- that favors self-exploration, is from what I realize now only beautiful when I explore myself through you; through your strength; through you being.

“Being” around you is the only being I’d wish for myself. The word “being” is like playing Super Mario Bros. When I was thirteen, I used to play Nintendo’s famous Super Mario game to save the princess. I wanted her to be saved as quickly as possible. So I decided to take the lead in the final stage before I learned to pass through the previous levels. “Saving the princess was more important than learning the little tricks that Super Mario would need on his way to Stage 8 (the last one)”, I used to think.


By getting the “1-Ups”, Mario seeks to optimize his chances for a full recollection of the experience called life, as he makes his way to the princess imprisoned in the dragon castle. Likewise, looking into your eyes, I could hear my heart pump the sparkling sound of Mario's "1-Up". Being with you, the prison breaks and the princess is saved and set free.
Imagine! One life gained; one more. One more  journey to enjoy at every “1-up” collected. Every time I See You, it feels like a “1-up”! It feels like a new life, revitalized to see myself through you even more.



Sunday, October 31, 2010

Of Soft Wind and Light

The soft wind tossing the orchid
as she waves in style and rhythm.

Between the petals and the sepals
are the laughing rays of the sun.

The inner and outer orchid parts
are joined  in the most natural way   
in spring and sun  and bells of hope.

The orchid would only go beyond
 the breeze and ask herself if
the rays that shine inside-out
are the very source of warmth
and light.

Mona Lisa’s Dangerous Freedom!



As you first read the title, you might think you are going to read about a Mona Lisa, some Mona Lisa, just another Mona Lisa, or the Mona Lisa! You might also expect your Mona Lisa to be introduced in a beautiful short story or even a daring article! What matters is that the following is about Mona Lisa!
Beautiful, sophisticated, and embracing life to the fullest, Mona Lisa could be thought of as a good planner, a dangerous thinker, or simply a happy being…She might also represent the mysterious archetype that Da Vinci suggested, only to be mixed with the freedom of the feminist philosopher, De Beauvoir.
Mona Lisa could be the dream of her own dreams. She could have a larger-than-life free mind. Her freedom might well serve her being, only to exhibit love and gracefulness through her actions. Mona Lisa could be a feminist herself, and one that De Beauvoir would like to meet! Mona Lisa is as rhythmical as her name suggests. She dances to the beats of her own definitions. She is finely tuned to life, with all its highs and lows, expeditions and frontiers. Mona Lisa is a teacher! No. She is the new teacher of the upcoming days. She is the fresh and vital teacher that we would all love to attend her classes.
Mona Lisa Smile, Dangerous Minds, and Freedom Writers…Three big titles for three big production movies! In each, a female teacher takes the class to new chapters; special ones of course, because they’re out of the book. Out of the book, out of the box, out of…It doesn’t really matter as long as the students don’t get out of their minds! Each of Julia Roberts, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Hilary Swank does a great job by being the teacher who is a role-model, who fights for justice, who understands students’ fears and triggers their hopes instead and yet choses to address their individual needs. Each leaves her prints and makes a difference by simply being different.  
The three actresses, who are among the most famous in Hollywood, have carefully indulged in the role of the teacher; each in her own way of course. This indulgence, however, is of no coincidence. It particularly shows their deep understanding of the teacher’s role and influence on students’ attitudes, perceptions, decisions, or more generally on their lives. They all showed how teachers touch tomorrow.
Julia Roberts plays the role of the liberal Art professor in the 1950s in Mona Lisa Smile. Through teaching Art Appreciation course, she strives to show the diverse roles a woman can have in life while pursuing a career or a dream, without necessarily restricting herself to being shaped by only a particular one; a housewife. Otherwise, as she shows the girls in her class, a woman would be a housewife and only a housewife, and will most probably end up being a desperate one too!  
Michelle Pfeiffer plays the role of a teacher in the early 1990s who is a keen observer, a good listener, a quick decision maker, and a conflict resolution facilitator in Dangerous Minds. Being a white teacher, African-American high school students learn to accept being educated and lead by a progressive, pro-justice white educator. She deals with social problems that her students encounter such as drugs, teenage pregnancy, and gangs. Most importantly, she teaches her students to deal and live with the consequences of their deeds and the complexity of their situations.
 In Freedom Writers, Hilary Swank demonstrates the enthusiasm of a teacher, also in the early 1990s, who struggles to earn the trust of a racially-segregated class who is disruptive and “at-risk”. She buys them composition books to record their diaries as a way to help them reconcile with negative past experiences they have had, such as the death of a friend, being abused, or evicted. She challenges the school administration to accept her unorthodox ways of teaching by accepting the true notion of education- its purpose and function in students’ lives. 
Mona Lisa Smile, Dangerous Minds, and Freedom Writers…Joining the first word from each movie title results in the spirit of the new teacher: Mona Lisa’s Dangerous Freedom. That’s what the new students want to see in us, teachers. Students are looking for teachers who are not afraid to overcome the limitations of their own minds, who are willing to be caring, and who are dynamic and well… interesting. They want to listen to new stories, to be loved and be listened to in return, so they have enough reasons to love you back- you being their Mona Lisa, without being “a” Mona Lisa or “just another” Mona Lisa. So, be the Mona Lisa!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

If My Heart Pumps Bubbles Instead

If my heart pumps bubbles instead of blood,
Not only would the oh oh turn into a be be
But my mind would also bubble up with bliss
as the mere idea of You emerges every time
I breathe in…


If my heart pumps bubbles instead,
Then I’d rather want to take a look inside
And go for a discovery journey, on a private
bubble boat…only to bump into other bubbles
there and see through the prismic crowds of
Bubble Land…


If my heart pumps bubbles,
It would light up with colors
Yet remain so transparent.
It might have got used to being broken,
along with every breaking bubble.



If my heart pumps bubbles instead of blood,
It would dare to fly out of its universe…
Along with the air leaving the bubble system
Only to come back to its only universe
And cherish the heavens that created
That bloody heart of mine-
without a single bubble!







 

Friday, September 17, 2010

Two "Cecilia Ahern" Book Reviews

The Book of Tomorrow is just another page-turner by Cecelia Ahern after the famous PS, I Love You. Devoured in one sitting, this heartfelt novel made the everyday sprinkle with the magic of wild humor and heartbreak to tangle up in two themes: True love never dies and dealing with loss makes you stronger. The Book of Tomorrow reveals how going back to the basics is the healthiest; how not identifying one’s self with possessions is the way to preserve the innocence of spirit. It manifests how tomorrow can lead us to live a better today. It never occurred to me that receiving such a birthday gift will make me think of tomorrow as today’s gift- and one that I choose for myself today. 
Here is a good part:
“… Many won’t struggle to believe it, though, for their minds have been opened; unlocked by whatever kind of key causes people to believe. Those people are either born that way, or, as babies, when their minds are like little buds, they are nurtured until their petals slowly open and prepare for the very nature of life to feed them. As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there’s dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning when others accept.  …Some people’s minds open later in life, through tragedy or triumph. Either thing acting as the key to unlatch and lift the lid on that know-it-all box, to accept the unknown, to say goodbye to pragmatism and straight lines.
But then there are those whose minds are merely a bouquet of stalks, which bud as they learn new information – a new bud for a new fact – but yet they never open, never flourish. They are the people of capital letters and full stops, but never of question marks and ellipses …”

Cecelia Ahern’s middle name is warmth and magic. That’s what this beautiful author shows through the experiences of the main character, Elizabeth, in the book of “If You Could See Me Now”. Elizabeth’s heart is kept away from the pain and hurt she has gone through in the past by keeping life under control through order and precision. But what if love was there in front of her- and she just couldn’t see it? It was Ivan…who has magically crept into her world, or better say, has actually become her world; her world that has totally changed since then…
Here's another good part:
"Most meteors from a common meteor shower are parallel to one another. They appear to emerge fro the same point in t sky called "the radiant" and they travel in all directions from this point. Stars are like people. Just because they appear to emerge from the same point doesn't mean that they do. This is an illusion of perspective created by distance. Not all families manage to hold it together. Everyone moves in different directions. That we all emerge from the same point is a misconception; to travel in different directions is the very nature of every being and every existing thing."

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Pecha Kucka Part I



Slide: Talk, explain, dive into the colors, the cries, the words - just a few...
        
         Joy, dreams, laughs, while doubt striding around in silver,
         were dancing in red and mighty white,
         filling the heart with roses, washed with purity.
         Then silver doubt washes away the three...
         For there happens to be:
         Another slide.

Slide: Silence       

         Shhh...
         Shadow
         Reality
         Watch:
         the silence
         the shadow
         the reality



         Colors? No colors. They were in the dream.
         Music? Yes, music. It creates a lovely beam.
         Beam as in smile?
         Beam as in twilight?
         Just a beam
         As in music.


Slide: Baby black


         Baby bag
         Baby face
         Baby talk? No.
         Baby cries
         Baby toys
         Baby: Blue




Slide: Passion fruit


         Charming and sweet
         Music, more and loud
         Beams of light and words
         Beats of music and the heart
         And colors of fall and passion
         And colors of transit...
         And colors of 11 and 7.


____________________________




Slide 1- Part II: 1 Lotus
                        2 Orchids
                        ...and many Roses
                        and butterflies in interactive design