There are cool looking bikes and then there’s the BME B-9 NH Black Edition, a carbon fiber bicycle who’s design was inspired by the coolest looking plane ever, the F-117 Nighthawk. Creating this incredible bike means all custom everything including a carbon fiber frame and fork, a one piece carbon stem-handlebar, BME Design’s unique carbon S72 Saddle system, and CNC machined alloy cranks custom designed for the B-9 NH
Welcome to Lebanon’s Tripoli, the city most of the country loves to hate.
A few months ago, whenever Tripoli was mentioned in casual conversation, it would be surrounded by a spew of sectarian hate speech. That conversation you heard or maybe even pa
rticipated in probably lacked depth, was never in context, always judgmental and served to further deepen the chasm between this Northern city and the rest of the country.
There’s nothing in this country that’s a more heart-breaking story or tragedy than the current state of Tripoli. Boasting the country’s biggest old souks, richest people, most important architectural feats and second largest population, it is also the country’s poorest, least developed, least cared for and least acknowledged place.
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Protesters have marched peacefully through the streets of London, demanding an end to austerity. Finance Minister George Osborne is expected to unveil massive cuts targeting public services in July.
Brussels and Amsterdam have joined London, France, Germany and Italy in hosting mass rallies in support of cash-strapped Greece. Demonstrators said the financial sector must take responsibility for the damage it caused.
Egyptian performer Salma El-Fouly has been arrested after appearing in the “Seib Eidy” (Let Go of My Hand) music video, that has been viewed more than one million times on YouTube. According to state media Al-Ahram, El-Fouly has been referred to the misdemeanor’s court on charges of “inciting debauchery and immorality” and “harming public morals”.…
There was heavy mist in the air this morning.
We were making our toward the paseo leading to my son’s school when we felt it. No rain. Only this mist hanging in the air; precipitation with no impact on the ground.
Strange. Not so much the weather as the mood floating around like the mist. A three-day holiday leaves a mark of disconnect on the psyche.
I look forward to those long weekends when I can disconnect, only to find myself separated from a daily grind that’s deeply ingrained. Perhaps too disconnected.
I read and read and it felt so good to let the mind feast upon the musicality of words, the story, another time and place. The hours simply disappeared as I read.
We watched Boyhood, a movie about so much life. On the surface, a film about a boy’s (and his family’s) life, from childhood to college, but…
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