Friday, May 21, 2010

If the Universe were six feet tall

If the universe was six feet tall, then, I could look up into its eyes and see its creator. He would no longer be The Unknown. Then, I would feel more secure. I would know his limitations and there would be no obscurity. There would be clarity and understanding. If the universe was six feet tall, I would feel safe, I would know if we were the only human species. I would learn if we are just experiments. I would comprehend our intention on this earth. I could ask -is it simply to suffer, watch others agonize, or is there more to this life? If the universe were six feet tall, I would trip him and tell him, we’ve had enough. Take us out already, humans are despicable creatures and they haven’t learned the most basic and most important lesson of all. Love.

Red Town

The buildings were all long slender windowless like crimson cigarettes. These structures were divided into cubicles which contained a bed and a bathroom. Each fag edifice could hold 500 individuals. The streets were so narrow and constraining that they felt morbid. Most of the nighttime lighting in the town came from torches. One of the common occurrences was to be burnt by one by mistake.
There were no children in this town. So there was no laughter, no joy, and no naiveté. There were no elderly either. This meant that there was no reminiscing, no wisdom, and no experience.
Everyone arose early at the break of dawn and went to the same job that they’d had all their life.
The people of the town all wore the same ruby outfit. They all worked in the hellhole, long hours in the blazing heat. Every person had the same two breaks during the day where they ate aged apples and blood-infused meat for lunch and sour chili cherries in the other. Everybody looked the same. You could not distinguish males from females. Their bodies were identical, muscular lean figures, medium height, and pale, as if they had never seen the sun or felt her warmth on their skin. Their eyes were all blood-shot. They were all bald.
Murder was common because so much anger and resentment prevailed. There would be no punishment for these crimes. The town accepted this repercussion as collateral damage. The bodies would simply get collected by whoever was closest to the scene and dumped in any nearby flaming bin. The sexual encounters between the people of this town were ruthless, heartless, and never included any kissing. No children would ever come out of these encounters because all men had vasectomies and all women had hysterectomies.
New people never came to this town nor did anyone ever leave. No one seemed to age either. So time was irrelevant here, and no one had a notion of it. No one knew how they had arrived there and no one cared to know. Their anger and wrath is what thrusted them to continue their existence.

iPad

Hello my name is Sherine and I am an Apple addict. Isn't admitting the first step in overcoming an addiction. Or do you have to want to get rid of the obsession? Actually, my whole family is hooked on Apple. We all have iPhones, the four of us, even my 9 year old!!!It's pathetic, I know, there are kids starving all over the world. Both my sons have MacBooks,(these are for academic purposes- they need them- it's practically a school requirement). My husband has an iPad already and the rest of us are waiting on ours which should be arriving soon!!!! I think we've totally lost it. iTunes is our source for everything from games, to where we eat and now even it is becoming our bookstore. The truth is that we love gadgets and we end up using all their features. So, it's not as if it's a waste. We play family scrabble on the iPad. My husband reads more books, and magazines now because he has them always with him, in a more visible lighter format. My 7th grader uses the iPad Atlas App for his Social Studies. I use the iPages to write for my Blog and my little one loves playing Pinball and racing cars on it. So, it's totally justified for us to buy a couple right?
What can i say?
Hello my name is Sherine and I am an Apple Junkie:)

Nine and Crazy Heart

I just saw these two movies. I've been wanting to see them for a while and my husband and I finally found time these past two days to see them. I loved "Nine", of course I am a totally biased viewer because I'm a sucker for Broadway musicals. The dancing, the directing, the costumes, the songs, the story, everything was highly entertaining. Although we were interrupted a billion times by the kids and therefore the movie ended up being 4 hours instead of two!! Yet I still enjoyed it, and Daniel Day Lewis who I already thought was an amazing actor, really took his talents to new levels. All of them really showed the amazing diversity of their abilities from Judi Dench to Penelope Cruz. So clearly, if you all haven't figured it out by now. That's a thumbs up for me :)I recommend this one. So much fun.
Two days ago, I saw Crazy heart, I downloaded it from iTunes because it got an academy award for best actor and best song. I also really like Jeff Bridges and Maggie Gyllenhaal. I love the song, and I think Jeff Bridges did a great job at portraying the character. Is it oscar worthy? Well, obviously they thought so. It's a nice story, it's a bit slow, and you get distracted easily. Overall, not too depressing and not too much fun either.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Cairo

I am currently reading 'Cairo, the City Victorious' by Max Rodenbeck. I would like to share, with all of you, this citation which he mentions in his book which is an excerpt from the famous Book: "A Thousand and One Nights" (Alf Leila we Leila). This quotation is especially dedicated to my fellow Cairenes. May we all remember that this phase of our history is just a blip, and that we were glorious once, and we shall be again:
"Travellers tell that there is nothing on the face of the earth fairer than Cairo. He who has not seen Cairo has not seen the world. Its dust is gold; its Nile is a wonder; its women are like the black-eyed virgins of paradise; its houses are palaces; its air is temperate; its odour surpassing that of aloes-wood, and cheering the heart: and how could Cairo be otherwise, when she is the Mother of the World?"

My favorite Erma Bombeck quotes

This woman is my favorite author of all time. She really helped me make it through the most difficult times in my life. She always manages to get a smile on my face. She always gives me that much-needed perspective that we need at so many points in our life. God Bless Erma for having shared with us her gift so we can enjoy it and cherish it forever. A great book to buy is “Forever Erma” which has a collection of her most memorable writing.

Here are some of my favorite quotes which I would like to share with all of you:

“Have you any idea how many children it takes to turn off one light in the kitchen? Three. It takes one to say, “What light?” and two more to say, “I didn’t turn it on.”

“Marriage has no guarantees. If that’s what you’re looking for, go live with a car battery.”

“When mothers talk about the depression of the empty nest, they’re not mourning the passing of all those wet towels on the floor, or the music that numbs your teeth, or even the bottle of capless shampoo dribbling down the shower drain. They’re upset because they’ve gone from supervisor of a child’s life to a spectator. It’s like being the vice president of the United States.”

“When your mother asks, “Do you want a piece of advice?” it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.”

“Why is it when you want a nice souvenir, you find a great shell in a gift shop, but some yo-yo has affixed a ten-cent thermometer to it?”

“Youngsters of the age of two and three are endowed with extraordinary strength. They can lift a dog twice their own weight and dump him into the bathtub.”

“I just clipped 2 articles from a current magazine. One is a diet guaranteed to drop 5 pounds off my body in a weekend. The other is a recipe for a 6 minute pecan pie.”

“You become about as exciting as your food blender. The kids come in, look you in the eye, and ask if anybody’s home.”

“Shopping is a woman thing. It’s a contact sport like football. Women enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds, the danger of being trampled to death, and the ecstasy of the purchase.”
“The art of never making a mistake is crucial to motherhood. To be effective and to gain the respect she needs to function, a mother must have her children believe she has never engaged in sex, never made a bad decision, never caused her own mother a moment’s anxiety, and was never a child.”

Forever Erma

“I love my mother for all the times she said absolutely nothing. . . . Thinking back on it all, it must have been the most difficult part of mothering she ever had to do: knowing the outcome, yet feeling she had no right to keep me from charting my own path. I thank her for all her virtues, but mostly for never once having said, “I told you so.”

“I have always felt that too much time was given before the birth, which is spent learning things like how to breathe in and out with your husband (I had my baby when they gave you a shot in the hip and you didn’t wake up until the kid was ready to start school), and not enough time given to how to mother after the baby is born.”

“Mothers are not the nameless, faceless stereotypes who appear once a year on a greeting card with their virtues set to prose, but women who have been dealt a hand for life and play each card one at a time the best way they know how. No mother is all good or all bad, all laughing or all serious, all loving or all angry. Ambivalence rushes through their veins.”

This one is an all-time favorite, I’m sure many of you have gotten it in emails:

“If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.”

© Erma Bombeck

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

My teddy bear

Its velvety touch, so comforting, so smooth, it took her back to those days of innocence that carefree time when she was so happy. The highlight of her day was riding her bicycle, exploring the woods, and feeling the wind in her face. She was so naïve, so young, so open to conquer the world. She was seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses and she didn’t even realize it. She had Snow White for a caretaker and thought that this was what everybody had. She had more friends than she could count and more family relatives than she could name. She thought all relationships ended up in happily ever after and had never noticed even her own parents having a fight. She didn’t realize that she was average or maybe even below average at everything academic. She didn’t worry about her grades, being the best or even failing. Everything she did was rooted from pure desire to do it; who she played with, where they went, what they did. Sports were for pure pleasure not competition.
The food she ate was for pure love of it. No thought went to the amount of calories that were in it or its nutritional value, just the simple untainted fact of loving it and therefore eating it. She didn’t think twice towards how much money it took to get that dinner on the table nor did she feel a glimpse of shame for not knowing. It’s not that she was royalty; it was just how it was.
She possessed the most beautiful canopy bed with soft pink cotton sheets, the most treasured books with their unique sent, and the most portrait like family. She believed that anything that was wrong could be changed. She trusted that good would always conquer evil. She felt the security that all her problems would go away with a fatherly hug and a motherly kiss.
There wasn’t a questioning of God, of rituals. Everything she believed to her core without the possibility of doubt. She couldn’t fathom the notion that religion can incite fear and hatred, not simple love and compassion.
She had an entrenching steady love for her home, for the country of her birth, for seeing it as the best and most perfect place on earth. For seeing her people as the most kind, most clever, most humble people on the planet.
She had never had nightmares nor had she ever feared that the world would overheat, explode from a giant meteor, or fall underwater because of a giant endless tidal wave. These were unimaginable ideas, that the human race and she included were causing or could ever cause the earth’s destruction.
She assumed that all the people you loved would never get sick and would never leave her.
She had relentless ambition, insurmountable dreams and endless scaleable mountains to climb.
She never thought that being a woman was limiting. She didn’t even have a glimpse that with race came certain disadvantages.
Today, she craves that naiveté and she wishes she could live by that untainted view of the world.