Travels
al-Ahram
And to the observer? The pyramids are grand. Put in the right context – historical, mathematical, cultural, architectural, geographical – and they become incredible pieces of human ingenuity.
Travels
And to the observer? The pyramids are grand. Put in the right context – historical, mathematical, cultural, architectural, geographical – and they become incredible pieces of human ingenuity.
Tech & Etc
I've been a little (ok, a lot) out of the loop recently, but God, take a look at this schmuck. Is this a typical dorkschool wanna-be or what? UBS applicant loser.
News & Politics
Great article on the Middle East from the Foreign Affairs. An excerpt: Just over two centuries since Napoleon's arrival in Egypt heralded the advent of the modern Middle East -- some 80 years after the demise of the Ottoman Empire, 50 years after the end of colonialism, and
Travels
Two points: The current book that I picked up from a hotel lobby in Cairo is written by a 15 year old boy. 15 years! I have loved fantasy books since I was a dork in elementary school, and Eragon certainly has the markings of a good (if not somewhat
Travels
Or maybe we think interestingness comes from the interests themselves. I may not be into photography that much, but if I keep up with the photography blogs and social networks and e-mags, it can seem like that I really am into photography.
Travels
But then, we talked, out of bored neccessity. It trickled, then flowed, then swelled. "America?" Edan asked. "How many women are there in American? I hear there are many." Then moments later, "No tell me, forget the Mexicans and others, how many Americans?"
Travels
Beneath the balcony, the orchestral sounds of honks, beeps, screeches, skids, taps, groans, cries, whistles... knocks and rumbles and mumbles and songs – short and long, bursts of colors and smells – swelled. Same instruments, but a different tune than New York.
Travels
Black & white soldiers attack and defend and scout in platoons and teams and solo and heroic maneuvers with each dice roll. Snake eyes. Twins. Triple threat. Coming of the Beast. The more I play, the more obsessed I get...
Travels
Earth melded onto rocks, rocks perched atop pillars carved from fire, fire molded valleys into undulating folds, like, dare I say it, labia tissue of Mother Earth. It's an eerie landscape, something out of a B-movie.
Tech & Etc
Bravo. Fantastic.
Most people nowadays I would think believes in some sort of soul – downgrading the physical identity to something temporary while graduating a non-physical concept to something almost magical. Why?
Fiction
Here, I'll digress. So the sea, like the mango tree, may be (I can't definitively say, as this is only my own interpretation of a boy's psychological state, one who would grow up and.. ) an oasis, a fortress of solitude for the to-be superman, a hideout cum monastery, the grove of a bodhi tree.