Dusty Wyndow Blog

I've always took a decision to be my own financial boss, my own financial supervisor ever since I knew I'm in an era where there's no going back to being broke. But just like any other game, life has cheated. Five days ago I left my parents' house in Tripoli back to my house in Beirut just as any other Sunday, with the sole difference of having no more than 6000 LBP (4$) in my back pocket. My luck and thoughts before that weekend relied on the fact that my BankerNet card still has 18,000 LBP (12$) which is more than enough to buy the essential house needs such as bread, cheese and others (I always buy in small quantities). But to my heart-banging surprise, the card was rejected at the supermarket and I clearly had to pay the 4$ to the cashier (to save any embarrassment there is). Tough luck I assure you, but quiet an unforgettable experience it was. Believe me when I tell you, having no money every once in a while feels good. Watching the brands of commercial chocolate...

Seems like this is one of the few events/occasions that slipped my mind - feels a bit shameful to have left that out. The following is my own footage of the German Music Concert held at the Safadi Cultural Center in my old town Tripoli, still having the strongest hangover since the latest rumble in town calmed down. Music was so enchanting that I was tempted at SO many times to hold my camera by the hand and just listen, but the sight was obviously too good to miss. I'll leave you to the photos.

A photo was posted today on a local meme group, run by a bunch of close friends. I don't call myself a funny person, never do. But that exact photo caught my eye, and simply launched a burst of thoughts and humorous ideas concerning the characters involved. There were two of the most famous and most renowned political figures in Tripoli. They seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, the pasta that was given away at the recent marathon, more than they ever did when their city was under fire. Alas, and without further ado, here are my memes: The one I enjoyed the most

Well actually, she's leaving for a few days to Turkey! And guess what? This is NOT the post to read anything I'm thinking or feeling. It's only sharing the thrill =D

I never begged my whole life, only this one time: I beg you people, do whatever you can, whatever prayer you know of. Keep on wishing for hope and peace. Ask your god to have mercy on those little, those screaming women over the bodies of their murdered martyrs. Pray to your Buddha, your Christ, your Star your Idol, let's all gather prayers around the world for the sake of my old town, my dearest Tripoli... I still cannot believe the streets I once had some juice in and bumped into people, the streets that were always bugging my ears with their loud noise, those streets where all Tripolitans go for a walk, are now filled with the dreadful sound of tanks and bullets :"(

Apparently Two But One in Soul You and I

Be foolishly in love, because love is all there is. There is no way into presence except through a love exchange. If someone asks, But what is love? answer, Dissolving the will....~

Wednesday May 9th was expected long ago. Ever since my financial status went drowning this month, I started eventually considering to skip that concert at the Sunflower Theater for the sake of saving the money (yes, an engineer can be broke every once in a while). Although I had already made my mind, and thus made other plans (that didn't need money of course), a new/old friend actually volunteered to lend me the amount for the sake of going there and enjoying the show. Having sat down to talk made it really awkward for the first few moments, but then the tongues just rolled (at least for me) and we spoke the whole waiting time, well actually half of the time we were speaking about Ray, and she might have convinced me on one or two thoughts to seriously consider about my issues. Alas, the bell rang and it was time to meet the almighty (supposedly) Tamer Abou Ghazala, frequently figured as the artistic nutcase performing on stage. Performing Nutcase - Very High ISO The stage...

Mr. Photogenic Did anyone other than RJ ask me what does it feel to predict when something bad is going to happen? Pretty bad actually. I was there a few minutes before my friend's car was stolen at midnight. I had already bought 2 drinks, stood up in the center of the area just at the steps of the world clock statue, and setup my tripod and camera trying to catch the supermoon I've been hearing about a few days ago. Enchanting as it was, standing up at the central point where every car light shines, looking at all the passengers around as if I were invisible, it was just me and that cute up there. He knew very well how to play along, he hid behind the building, he stood right behind the Earth model to emphasize a metaphor probably. Photogenic he is. I don't have the tools nor the tongue to describe what a feeling it is, an escape out of the material world i touch and live in to a world I constantly keep at hold in my mind, this is where magic happens, or at least unt...

I'll always look after you, my old friend. I just came from the Hairdresser's salon, one the few places I can see my face on a mirror. It was glorious, oh that face! I always wondered if a man with such a look exists. He's so wise, so magnificent in everything he says. He knows no fear, he has the look that makes your bones tremble and your head bow in respect. He is old with all the wrinkles-to-come shining up in majesty adding this angelic Ora around his skin. Eyes of an infant still looking for that lap to rest his head on... My god the look! I can't but wish I could print that image stuck inside my head. Still wondering when that A-ha sound pushes in? Yes, it came in a few milliseconds actually. "But. AHA!..Isn't that person actually myself?" I wondered. As fairy as it might sound, this conversation took place in a matter of a few seconds indeed. What was missing? All I could feel a moment later was the urge to CRY. But hey, you're a man, get ...