I don't think it's mere coincidence how eerily similar these logos are:
Red circle with overlaying white text, black trim with white text around the perimeter. I believe Antelias' bowling alleys at The Link predate Latest Version Diner (what kind of restaurant name is that anyway?).
The eponymous title of Lebanese artist Wael Kfoury's latest album is typed in the same font as that of the iconic movie series "The Godfather." Compare the letters 'a', 'e', 'f', 'o', and 'r'. Unmistakably identical.
They couldn't be more indistinguishable. Blogger Gino Raidy points this out here. But it looks like The Burger Bar's days are long gone--it's singular location in Sodeco closed a while ago.
Ask an adult what their fondest memories of childhood are,
and you’re certain to hear mention of a festive birthday party, or graduation
from elementary school, or perhaps a visit from the tooth fairy. Life is
punctuated by tiny moments of pure, unadulterated happiness. Capturing those precious
memories with a greeting card allows us to celebrate them again and again as we grow older.
As children of the '90s, the overarching philosophy taught
at school was “it’s not the gift that counts but the thought behind it.” In
fact, gifts took a backseat to charming, sometimes handmade, greeting cards. Mother’s
Day around the corner? We’d fashion a colorful card from construction paper and
insert silly vouchers Mom could cash in, like “one free carwash” or “breakfast
in bed” delivered by us kids. If we were on the receiving end of someone’s generosity, we'd eagerly anticipate the greeting card that accompanied the present. I’m not exaggerating. The first thing we did when we received a g…
The below post was originally written in the summer of 2012 and later picked up for publication by Annahar newspaper in the winter of 2014. I've reproduced it below because from time to time, I secretly reread it to remind myself why I elected to vacate the proverbial grassier side.
I often wonder how much different my life would be had I taken the job offer at Tesla in 2009. Back then, I was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed grad student who craved adventure in an international setting. I fought tooth and nail to plant myself in Lebanon, when logic and sanity would have dictated otherwise. The country's poor and ailing infrastructure paints a grim future for our progeny, and the polluted environment threatens to curb our lifespan and quality of life. Can one ever truly justify living here when the opportunity to take flight abroad exists? Do our kids have a viable future in this shattered model of a country? Or has the sun already gone down on us? And will we continue to push our yout…
My cousin Josette Cherfane Mezher passed away on Sunday, May 20, 2018, after battling with a very rare form of cancer. Years before, when it first showed its ugly face, she had been treated successfully. But it resurfaced toward the end of her pregnancy in December, and after numerous operations and three months of hospitalization, she breathed her last stifled breath. She was only 33.
I still remember meeting you for the first time, in 1991, on my first conscious trip to Lebanon. I asked you whether you spoke English, but you shook your head, so we quickly fell into Arabic. We wore matching Where's Waldo? T-shirts my mom had gotten us from California. I saw you wield a fork with your right hand, and I was so envious that I trained myself to do the same, even though I am a lefty. To this day, I continue to grasp fork and spoon with my right hand because of you. We instantly became best friends. You're the first person I exchanged letters with, and you'd write back from acros…