"To the impartial eye, the world not only seems an unlikely one-off phenomenon, but a constant strain on reason. If reason exists, that is, if a neutral reason exists. So speaks the voice from within. So speaks Joker's voice." - Jostein Gaarder

Sunday, December 30, 2007


وزير الثقافه نعسان اغا قايل انو حيصير انفجار معرفه بسوريه, بعرف انك باليابان بس انتبه ما تصيبك شظية لان الانفجار يمكن يكون قد معرفة نعسان اغا
عمو نزيه...

كل عام وانتو بخير.

Friday, December 28, 2007

A post about Japan

So, is it?

While the whole world will never stop marveling at the inexplicable economic and social miracle, that is Japan. Kyoto, once the most perfectly woven place, will continue to suffer with the likes of that hideous Kyoto tower. Rivers will continue to be dammed, shores to be splattered with cement. And 6 year old children will continue to commit suicide.

Corruption, will continue to plague the notorious bureaucracy [aka Japanese state], and the Zaito will continue to grow, eating all the savings of the Japanese people.

The educational system will continue to prove its flaws, one time after another, teaching false information, and shaping the kids into the obedient people that will live in cliques, like how they did in high school, not allowed to be better, nor worse, just average.

Xenophobia will rule, starting from the classroom...

Internet will be regulated, censored, and butchered.

I sometime doubt that foreign observers can't really see this, sometimes all I see is a disgustingly condescending outlook. How many of them would actually live in the 30m tin boxes that are Tokyo's apartments.

Poor people, strong state. As Alex Kerr so elegantly puts it.

Meanwhile, fear not. For the japanese cabinet makes it official: There are No UFOs!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

In Memory of Death

In memory of Ali Shafey el-Moussawi,

An Iraqi blogger, killed, 31 bullets between the chest and the head. 31 bullets in the face of humanity.

His father and brother were killed in a bombing two years ago, what's left of his family is his sister and mother.

How can you reflect on that, what possible words can you write about it.

What pain is it that you struggle to describe, what kind of helplessness, surrender and utter dispair do you feel, towards this kind of cruelty.

I can handle the cruelty of Death, but the cruelty of humans leaves me in pieces, everytime.

Sunday, December 16, 2007


Sarcasm is God's own personalized art form.