rays of sun.

Rays of a typical NYC afternoon down upon us and I go my own way. We came to pay a visit to our history. What we found were just a few reminders of a town I have not seen again. A few reminders of something more recent, a war in secret, half still shrouded in…

A mark on solitude.

I stand on the brink…..   The rest of the sentence does not matter. What matters is where I am. What am I? This year marks a very weird year. And we all have something to learn. (Yes, we are only halfway there.) Be pro-active, everyone says. Unfortunately, it’s harder done than said. What is…

reactional thoughts to thoughts on the racial contract

“But Barnhill’s leniency is selective—as The Appeal’s Josie Duffy Rice notes, Barnhill attempted to prosecute Olivia Pearson, a black woman, for helping another black voter use an electronic voting machine. A crime does not occur when white men stalk and kill a black stranger. A crime does occur when black people vote.” This is the…

Book review : L’Appartement témoin

Imaginons un homme. Imaginons un fantôme. Imaginons un esprit. Les rêves sont réelles. C’est ce que l’on nous dits, enfants. Mais est-ce vraiment le cas? J’ai lu L’Appartement Témoin, ce premier livre signé Tatiana de Rosnay. Publié en 1992, cela raconte l’histoire d’un homme, divorcé, perdu, et nouvellement emménagé dans son propre appartement. Le rêve?…

Of bookshops, and plans.

In original bookshops,  very interesting finds you’ll get. My favorite is a Mossad security history book, of which I can’t remember the name, in a Jewish bookshop off in the Marais.. Then again, what about those conflict analyses and terrorism books in the Shakespeare and Co? (Yes, THAT bookshop in Paris).. Or the record stores,…

a piece of mind on gentrification

Mind the gap, they say. Mind the gap. The wider the pavement, the bigger the gap. And then we fall. We fall. Sometimes, never to get back up. The countrysides almost emptied out. As they did, they closed the train station. How will people get out of their villages? Pay the gas pedal, I suppose….

a rant on the silence.

Recently my father explained the Lebanese revolution to a New Yorker. Her answer: “So why aren’t we protesting?” My father found it hilarious and typically New York.

Excuse the odd heated language here. It needs to be said sometimes in today’s age. We need to vent about what is happening. We need to rant against the stupid words spoken aloud.

So why, why indeed, are we not protesting?

Boris, the abyss, and an island.

Boris Johnson, democracy, and the ghost of Brexit future. It is quite fitting though Charles Dickens created a better scénario. Even with the recent, or bombastic, developments in the GB parliament, it remains the same endpoint. What should we begin with? 1. How the man became prime minister of a country on the verge of…

To the Elderly: WE will NOT toast to you.

Here’s the thing: there will always be an older generation to scold us, a younger generation to look up to us in awe and shock. But, even to the most moderate or conservative of us: don’t you think enough is enough?

This is not a social media guide…

Remember our piece on the infamous “car scans”? Well, we recently were in contact with that same individual and let’s just say that they have NOT got over neither the professionalism displayed nor the logic behind our analysis. Deal with the pressure. Deal with the bad vibes as they say. All in all, the inspiration…