Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Article from National Geographic:
Macaws are beautiful, brilliantly colored members of the parrot family.
Many macaws have vibrant plumage. The coloring is suited to life in Central and South American rain forests, with their green canopies and colorful fruits and flowers. The birds boast large, powerful beaks that easily crack nuts and seeds, while their dry, scaly tongues have a bone inside them that makes them an effective tool for tapping into fruits.
Macaws also have gripping toes that they use to latch onto branches and to grab, hold, and examine items. The birds sport graceful tails that are typically very long.
Macaws are intelligent, social birds that often gather in flocks of 10 to 30 individuals. Their loud calls, squawks, and screams echo through the forest canopy. Macaws vocalize to communicate within the flock, mark territory, and identify one another. Some species can even mimic human speech.
Flocks sleep in the trees at night, and in the morning they may fly long distances to feed on fruit, nuts, insects, and snails. Some species also eat damp soil, which may help to neutralize chemicals in their fruity diet and ease their stomachs.
Macaws typically mate for life. They not only breed with, but also share food with their mates and enjoy mutual grooming. In breeding season, mothers incubate eggs while fathers hunt and bring food back to the nest.
There are 17 species of macaws, and several are endangered. These playful birds are popular pets, and many are illegally trapped for that trade. The rain forest homes of many species are also disappearing at an alarming rate.
Hyacinth, red-fronted, and blue-throated macaws are seriously endangered. The glaucus macaw and Spix's macaw may already be extinct in the wild.
So don’t think you are the biggest or the most powerful….
Blow the wind to comb the grass on her surface…
Make her coast a face of eternal beauty…
Surround her by clouds… kiss her with every rain drop…
Say to her I love you… every moment… and never stop...
Friday, September 15, 2006
While walking on the streets of Paris, you may encounter a special gallery near Saint Sulpice Church... a long white table all over the street length... composed of so small, raised and smooth blank or filled surfaces... giving the ability to everyone to see, but surely to draw anything passing in his mind...
Isn't something good?!...
In Paris you may see everything... and this is just one of the beautiful things there... just express your feelings... write a small letter of love to someone... say what you want... no one will blame you...
They offer you kindly all the materials to draw what you want... and a pen to write on an honor book... and all this will be presented one day in a governmental place...
I couldn't hide my childish love to draw... i paint all what i thought about at this moment... that was it...
To see the entire album click on this link:
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Several thousand years ago, when much of Mount Lebanon was covered by cedar trees, the groves of Jaj were one of the first forests to be chopped down. The profitable cedar wood was exported to Egypt and later to Jerusalem.
Splendid survivors of this forest are still scattered on the peaks above the town of Jaj. They are easy to spot. Rounded in shape and very dark green in color, the trees are not readily confused with the much smaller pines at lower elevations. For the best view go to the top of the town and look up.
Trails exist up to these cedars, which grow out of what looks like bare rock in-groups of two or three.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Who said they forgot?!
Who said they don’t want to return?!
Who said they don’t miss Lebanon every second?!
Do you think there is something that can stop them?
Open Asda’ Tv and see what they do beside working hard, collecting money and sending them to their parents in Lebanon!
While seeing them I remember every word of our national hymn…
I don’t know so much about the cedar’s club in Canada, but what is special are the juniors, learning everything beautiful about their country, while not looking about their religion and political parties… they just dance, hand by hand, just as one… just because they are one lebanese…
Look in their eyes, all what you can see are the reflections of our white beautiful snow, our martyr’s blood, and our eternal cedar…
Wherever we are, we are the same… we love life, and life loves us…
No one can put us under the ground… why? because we will resucitate again in seconds…
A wish that the eyes like Asda’a Tv will be wherever there are Lebanese in the world…
With them you know that we don’t need to Lobby… but we need some music to dance…
Watch them online: http://www.asdatv.com/online.html
Monday, September 04, 2006
Poor families afraid to look outside
Seeking only for a place to hide
Hear a bomb here, another there
Causing this war was just not fair
Blood of innocent people flowing on the streets
Blood of others underneath our feet
Over stupid political immature crap
Like who should be noticed more on the map
Innocent lives being taken away
Trying to find an explanation was difficult to say
Islamic, Christian, Buddhist or Jew
Doesn't mean you see everyone's point of view
Religion is sacramental not a reason for war
Not a reason to look up to the rich and down on the poor
It's sad to see such a beautiful country lose its respect
When people hear "Lebanon" they hear a country that's been wrecked
We used to be noticed for our large mountains and beautiful trees
Now we're only known for flying over seas
Far from home, settling somewhere new
Working day night to make enough to buy a pair of shoes
Depressing as it may seem this story is true
As much as you hear, you'll never have a clue
You'll never know what it was really like
To live in a country where everyday they were on a strike
On strike to gain some freedom to speak
Or to get some food for those who are so weak
It happened so fast, they turned us all on each other
A country is like a family, you shouldn't steal from your brother
Like Jesus taught us, respect your neighbors and friends
Don't make it worse when it's already been to the end
My country has lost its life, its respect and purity
And now that's all left for people to see
A country crumbling like a broken cake
I hope they're happy; they've left nothing to take
It's all been stolen, all taken away
Now I'm here with God, only able to pray
By Yolla Yaacoub