JASDON IS OK

these ramblings of mine

Oh those memories of Tyre

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Not everything lasts forever and some things last longer than time.

Tyre is an ancient city. Once an island port city for the powerful seafaring Phoenicians, Tyre was considered impossible to conquer.

Then … Alexander the Great conquered it.

But today, some few thousand years later, the city remains as a vibrant seaside city, just waiting to be explored.

A few months back – and a lifetime ago – some friends and I drove south to spend the day enjoying the city. I’ve been to Tyre many times, but every time I return, I’m glad to be back.

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In those pesky seconds of confusion

Happy 2017.

Four months and the year has just raced on by, leaving me caught in the hold of excitement and confusion, the eternal struggle.

It’s a yin and yang, but there’s no good, and no evil. It’s a relative semblance of meaning, decisions and empty happiness.

But beauty is there amidst that curving line between the black and white form. They move, slip and slide along one another.

There’s something at the edge of it. It’s never quite in the middle.

But it’s at the edge.

On infinity and the end of time

So, I have this dream … or fantasy.

It goes something like this:

He walks into a house party, maybe in Lyon or Casablanca or Asunción. It’s one of those old French-style apartments, with high ceilings and tall doorways opening onto large balconies.

There’s a unique crowd of people, a diverse mix. People are smoking cigarettes. People are smoking hash and marijuana. The furniture is old and the music is oh-so eclectic and chill.

There is wine, lots of wine.

He doesn’t know many people. He’s new here, maybe. Or at least, he’s new to this scene.

There’s a girl on the couch talking with a friend and there’s a guy by the kitchen, sipping his glass of wine and laughing at a joke. He notices both of them, they notice him.

Those awkward glances follow, the subtle checking someone out from a distance. And then suddenly, they are all introduced at the same time. His friend knows him and her friends knows his friend.

They are in the center of the room and the music becomes a thumping background hum to infinity. They smile. They blush. They sip their drinks.

And it’s the beginning of the end of time. Time stops forever.

Once upon a weekend we went to Qadisha Valley

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The origin of its name comes from the Aramaic for “holy.” It has been a sacred spot for Christian monks since just a few centuries after the prophet Jesus walked on Earth.

But, who cares? It’s an incredibly beautiful green paradise buried deep in the Lebanese mountains. That’s what matters and that’s why you should go as well.

We left at 5 a.m. to drive north and catch the sunrise en route

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And then we drove a bit more … quite a bit more … and reached the valley

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We decided to go visit the famous Colombian monk; Dario Escobar

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Dario was friendly, especially with the ladies …

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Anyway, we kept hiking

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The place reminds me of Jurassic Park tbh

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Just without the dinosaurs, unfortunately

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I arrived in Lebanon 4 years ago yesterday

Jason in Beirut

What happens in four years? Everything happens.

You fall in love. You break up. You hate. You cry. You scream. You fight. You think you’ll die. You think you’ll wake up. You wake up. You drink a lot. You smoke a lot. You make friends. You lose friends. You make something beyond friends that is still just friends. You lose those people too. People leave. Everyone leaves. You stay. You travel. You travel a lot. You get on airplanes like some people try on new clothes. You swim in beaches with white sand and crystal blue water. You hike mountains covered in the greenest green. You ride trains across borders. You take boats through the waters. You ride elephants and feel guilty. You refuse to ride camels. You meet people. You fuck people. You have lots of sex. You do some drugs. You grow up. You act immature. You get an…

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I found true love one night in Beirut

He stands at the bar, scanning the dance floor. The lights are flashing. The music is pulsing outward from the speakers. People sip their drinks and stare at the neon colors dancing on the ground, but few are dancing.

They are there, across the deck. She stands with a group of friends, appearing disinterested in their conversation, checking her phone to distract herself. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes and her body sways to the music, subtly. He stands there, not far from her, but not with her group. Hie eyes shift towards her occasionally, scanning her body, taking in her demeanor.

And he is still on the other side of the deck, eyeing both of them, hoping their eyes will meet his. He imagines a moment, a moment of random chance. They look up. Perhaps he notices him and then she notices them. Or perhaps she notices him and then they notice each other.

They walk towards each other. They meet in the dance floor. The music reaches a crescendo and their bodies move subtly. They don’t speak. They barely breath.

And then it peaks. The beat drops. The mystery drops. Their bodies move together perfectly until they are on the bed, until they are intertwined together, until they are pleasuring her, until she is pleasuring them, until they are pleasuring him, until they are pleasuring him, until they sigh and scream in gasps of elations, orgasmic relief… panting, breathing. Silence. Love?

But he is standing there, by the bar. He is waiting.

Camping in Shouf is the best thing ever

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So, last weekend my favorite person in the entire world, Michella, celebrated her 26th birthday by inviting all of us to go camping in Lebanon’s Shouf region.

Shouf is a mountainous area featuring some of the best views Lebanon affords as well as the expansive Shouf Biosphere Reserve. The reserve is actually Lebanon’s largest but though it’s a cedar forest, it’s not to be confused with The Cedars of God reserve located in the north of Lebanon. While the Shouf reserve is an amazing place to hike and features beautiful cedars, the “Cedars of God” are much older and are the cedars everyone associates with the country.

However, all that aside, this weekend escape was possibly one of the best weekends of the year for me. It was just so relaxing to escape the city and immerse ourselves in nature for a bit. Although I used to camp often in…

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