10.6.10

Openly Sarcastic

Well, yes. It is nice, in a generic sort of way. But it doesn't speak to me. It isn't saying anything. It isn't grabbing my interest.

I mean, it's quaint, right? It has a sort of charm. The carved stone, the little balconies. Great, bravo. But I'm so bored by it! There's no gitz, no glamour, where is the bling?

There's no pop, no pizazz. It needs something. Maybe neon?

Please! Must everything be so traditional and provincial? I'm bored with it! Someone do something, come on!

Now that's more like it. Much, much better. I'm alright, I'm going to be fine. *Phew!* That was close.

9.6.10

Casualty

Please indulge me in another foray into street art, or art on the street.

That's a letter of the Arabic alphabet, surrounded by crime scene tape. I'm guessing someone murdered it. The only thing missing is the chalk outline, which I guess will be drawn once the detectives arrive to gather evidence.

Here's another:

I've seen others elsewhere in town, even a stunning one in red. That was the first one I saw, and at first I didn't get it. I thought maybe the paint on the letter was wet, maybe that explained the caution tape. But after coming across a few more examples I recognized that someone was trying to tell me something with these letters, these causalities of unnamed, undisclosed violence.

What do you think of it?

8.6.10

We Did It

In the past, I have grumbled about the Pine Forest, an immense green park in Beirut that nobody can get into because it's all fenced off.

Well as it turns out, on Saturday, we found out how to get in there. A friend told us how, and I'll tell you too, but first I want to show you what we found inside:

Right in the middle of the park, there's a lovely sort of village of bamboo huts surrounded by lovely, well-tended, blossoming gardens. It was like an oasis, except that the surroundings were green and lovely too. But it was a really sunny day and the huts provided enough shade that we felt comfortable and cool even at mid-day.

Here's a context shot.

This collection of structures can be seen in this google map image. See the brownish circle in the middle of the triangle? That's it. To get to it, you have to enter the park from the side where the lone red arrow is, from Omar Beyhum street. The entrance is easy to miss, so keep a look out for a green gate. You can park along Omar Beyhum street and enter through the gate.

You can also enter from the opposite side of the park, from November 22 street, as indicated by the other red arrow. But if you do, you'll find a fence between you and the delightful bamboo huts pictured above.

7.6.10

Enjoy

Saturday afternoon while wandering around Hamra, we passed this:

I'll go ahead and call it site-specific art. The site is an urban sidewalk in Hamra. The art consists of a piece of sod and an identifying sign (intentionally referential to Beirut's signs denoting sites of cultural interest) which reads "Enjoy your green space". My kid's in the shot to provide scale.

There is a sense among Beirut's residents that green spaces are too rare, concrete too prevalent, and what parks there are should be better maintained. I'm inclined to agree, mostly because of my personal desire for parks and grass for my kids.

But, if I had to choose one critique to make of Beirut, or if I had the opportunity to channel my creativity and artistic energy into challenging a single aspect of life here--promoting the importance of green space would not be that single thing. It wouldn't even make the top ten. And that's all I'm saying about that.

I don't want to be too critical or hard on this specific piece of social commentary. It's well executed, direct, and laced with just the right amount of wit and snark.

6.6.10

Green Etc.

Summer in Beirut. It's practically here.

I wonder, as it gets hotter, will Beirut look less green?

5.6.10

One Going, One Coming Back

I was facing north to take these pictures; I took one while going, one while coming back.

It was the difference in the light that made me want the comparison. So I took a second image thinking they'd be nearly identical. Now that I've got them, I can see that the angles are completely different. The images are completely different.

4.6.10

A History of Beirut's Newspapers

The other day as I was rushing through downtown, I noticed this:

It's a new outdoor exhibit of the history of newspaper publishing in Beirut, located at the northwest corner of the new downtown shopping mall--Beirut Souks. Reproductions of localy published papers are organized by date and displayed on these pillars. Here are some additional views:

A sign at the exhibit said that the originals are held in the National Library, and that there is a guidebook for the exhibition which features additional images. I'll have to get my hands on it.

3.6.10

Under the Big Top

All through the month of May, the Florilegio Ghiaccio Circus was in Beirut. We were lucky enough to catch one of their last performances. There were tightrope walkers (who frankly terrified me) a lion & tiger tamer, crocodile wrestler, a clown, and much more.

Photos weren't allowed during the show, so I took this one before everything started. Eventually they lowered that metal ball and four motorcyclists (on full size bikes) piled in and defied death zooming around in there at unpardonable speeds.
My husband and kids liked it. I'm glad we went. But next time I might opt to stay behind. I don't like that in so many of the acts I felt quite certain that the performers could, at any moment, die a horrible death.

2.6.10

The Garden Show

On Saturday, we took our kids to the Beirut Garden Show. It's an annual event held in the hippodrome--same one where the horse races take place.

At the show, there was the expected festival food & live music, displays of chic outdoor furniture and accessories, a kids nook with entertainment for tots, etc. But there was also this guy, weaving the seat of a stool.

I was so happy to see this because we actually have two little chairs for our girls that were constructed in a very similar way. In the background you can see a few baskets and these are incredibly typical--if I could make a visual lexicon for Lebanon, this is the basket you'd find in it. Everything, the size, color, shape, construction--that's a Lebanese basket.

1.6.10

Funny Sign

So, technically the sign isn't funny at all. It's just a typical "do not enter" sign. It's the placement that caught my eye. Does that count?

Today all over the world, people are posting funny signs from their city.
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