The music of my adolescence

It was towards the end of the 60s and beginning of the 70s that I discovered certain musical groups which would accompany my entry into the world of adulthood.

The most reassuring thing in this whole story is that I was able to give my son, among other things in life, a taste for this style of music, many years later. It was in 1974 the British group SuperTramp released its album ”Crime of the century” including its top hit that I like to listen to fifty years later: ”School”, I always loved the solo when driving, in fact this viral passion I passed it on to my son, there was also another band  another that walked me in life before the horrors of the Lebanese civil war; Fleetwood Mac and their album Rumors, became a huge success with Don’t stop, Sara, Dreams, and Little lies .

Even today, I do listen to voices that we no longer hear. The harmonies, the skills of acoustic guitars, (at that time I discovered a passion for the 12-string guitar, double tones, I was unstoppable when I started playing it, and yet I never studied music theory or went to a musical college, I got through it by self-learning by watching the most gifted play and imitating them I did not so bad. Pierre, do you remember you were the first to show me how to tune the 12 strings to have the sound like the fold song band Crosby, Still, Nash and Young) the solos, the bass, good and solid rock or pop music. It is this culture that shaped my arrival in adult life, such culture adults of that period used to call us the Pepsi generation (we used to replace our cup of coffee with a can of Pepsi). God, I loved that era, the music allowed me not to let myself be swallowed up by the chimeras and the exaggerated promises of the perverse intoxication of the media of the time.

This is where I come from, not from a can of Pepsi but from a time that few people have had the privilege of experiencing.

Until our next chat

Michel © – 2024

A teacher’s secret

A teacher’s secret

If you are an educator for both young or old students, there is a secret I discovered and wish to share  with you during the various years I was in adult education.

I often was requested to teach abstract, sometimes complicated subjects, concepts that only computer enthusiasts knew how to understand moreover knew how to put into practice. One of the recurrent examples was to find a simple way to explain how a spreadsheet works, the elementary notions in  calculus thus putting into practice the basics learned in school classes. It amused me to tease my students with certain simple elements in arithmetic, the precedence of parentheses among other challenges that they failed frequently, of course I never told them they must have skipped certain classes, just looking at their facial expression, it was nos rocket science to understand many regretted having skipped their classes to go out unnoticed for a puff or eventually smoke a joint. In the meantime…

Yes I’m coming to the secret, bare with me for a few more lines.

To tell the truth, if we put children in a class and bring them again many years later, some not to say most of their behaviour will rarely change. There is nos age to define a student’s attitude, they keep their habits, the way they take notes, none or every word the teacher says, sitting in front or at the back define how motivated they are, and so on, we may call it the many wonders of human social attitude. I had students who came to class with a long list of questions thus being in need of more professional business consultation than attending a training class (the anxious type of people who thought they would have mastered their knowledge about a specific software).

In my classes it was simple, I had to satisfy management’s requirements and make sure learners did grasp and understood, only time taught me to come up with a completely different paradigm. 

I often insisted on keeping closed books closed, however covering the entire course plan then, I did my very best to focus on the teacher’s role, as books would remain with them not their instructor. 

Yes, yes the secret, I’m getting there I made you languish too much. So my secret was/is very simple, it is not new except that we no longer use it as it deserves. No matter what age your students are, there’s one thing that glues them into their chairs in order to listen to you.

Do we not say that the teacher is required to play several roles during his working life? I offer you the most beautiful role that I had to play during all my years of teaching, that of storyteller. My lectures turned into stories being told about the subject I needed to cover. The magic words that gave me total attention in class (adult class) were: Once upon a time! After I could speak about anything of interest as long as I was able to put it into a narrative story format. I used this approach with many people, during the ten years I worked for an engineering firm. The most rewarding was when presenting to the upper management, they were first amused yet very rapidly engaged asking questions of interest, it meant they were grasping the concepts and learning.

I once had a group of civil engineers who was attending an introduction course to the fundamental of VIsual Basic programming language (a course of three times 6 hours it was finally completed in just 9 hours of time instead of the 18 hours that were planned initially. One of the other things I learned was to see how sincerely people love to share their on the job stories, their successes, failures and lessons learned. During various workshops I conducted, I let them teach each other from their own experiences.

It didn’t matter what the ministry, regional management or school management wanted. Telling them the  story of my own learning would let them always remember my teaching as a token of gratitude. How could I ever forget one of my students who recognized me on the way to downtown Montreal. A big smile, she said aloud: Hello my teacher! To her friend’s surprise, she said to her: This gentleman was my teacher, he taught me so many things, he told us stories during the class we were attending! I wished we had teachers like him when we were at school! When out of inspiration, just keep in mind the bedtime stories, I loved these moments, and I wished they never end.

Until our next chat

Michel © – 2023

These characters from our novels

Have you ever fallen in love with the characters in the novels you create or you read? I did. I would probably feel for each of the protagonists to whom I identify myself, allowing them to submerge my emotions and let me deeply dig into such intimacy which sometimes borders on shamelessness, but nevertheless I do not worry as the spicy issue is worth the risk. I do not hide it, but I’d rather fall in love with a ficticious character than to meet his version in real life. Real people are often so unpredictable, in particular when it comes to sentimental bonds.  Not wishing to fall at the level of being cynical, I’d like to share with you a story which continues, the one I’m having on one of my novels.

Some time ago I intended to put some order in my things. To achieve such tasks, I had to sort my watercolors, photos and my novels. For the latter, I noticed that I no longer had the original manuscript on the story of Farah the Princess of Tripoli. I remembered I had sent it to a friend who graciously wrote the preface of my book. It seemed very natural asking her if she still did have a copy of the said manuscript. Two days later, Farah and her story were back to my house. I loaded the precious file, and started reading mostly the entire book.  It was probably the fourth time of such reading.  It took almost an entire afternoon to devour the complete story (I never read in such a haste over two hundred pages). Needless to say how intense I felt. That flow of mesmerizing chills one page after the other, I got caught up in the game because I did let the characters invade my rational mind, an impossible love story between two people whose realities of life were totally opposed. I was taken by the various characters who did speak and touch me: Farah, her mother, Amal the sister of the friend my host in Tripoli, the taxi driver and many other people who gave life to my pages, of this unique love story that I intend to publish one day very soon.

My novel on Farah, although drawn from a fictional story, is about a city, with existing locations. If the plot is imaginary, the places and the stories are known to be authentic. I reread the whole manuscript this afternoon, noticing that I was looking forward and very excited to the outcome, forgetting it was I who wrote the story and its outcome ! I was all smiles (and somehow little tears) as my whole being vibrated in unison with this character who had known how to make me fall in love with her regardless of the opposing realities of each person’s life.

I smiled attentively at the smallest details of this story I am drawn to. When closing my eyes and emptying my mind from all intruding thoughts, I could hear her voice and smell her unique perfume. How could I ever forget such a story, my story with a princess, the Princess of Tripoli.

Never has a novel absorbed me so intimately as all the articles I published so far.

Until our next chat, 

I wish you a very pleasant new week

Michel © – 2022

The poor, version 2.0

The poor version 2.0

They spoke well, they promised well, and yet they forgot these underprivileged people who with difficulty and misery struggle to put a little food on their table. Our dear politicians have excelled in this art which is that of the words The Forgotten 2.0, let’s be fashionable, come together and look alike, but ironically. remain poor.

I refused to vote, because I did not want to give my voice to politicians who have done everything during this provincial election campaign except the most important. I refused to comfort these political party leaders or help them keep their jobs as elected officials. They did everything except the essential, that of providing concrete and rapid solutions to relieve disadvantaged populations. I watched the faces of the survivors who were reelected emerging safe from the elections, just seeing the relief on their faces indicating that everything that had been said, they had almost forgotten it, they knew that they kept their job despite everything !

I do not regret my refusal to vote although I will suffer from their speech for the next four years.

Poverty has never been a promising or unifying subject as a political leader would say.

The wealthy will remain rich, the poor poorer.

See you soon in this world that seems more twisted day by day!

Michel © – 2022

Nostalgia for a time that is not yet over

At the start of a new week, I’m taking you to visit a place where you could still find places imbued with a certain joie de vivre.

It was during my last stay in Lebanon in 2019. I happened to be visiting the country for a family event for two weeks. Being an early riser I liked to have my breakfast well before everyone else. Everyone being on vacation, my family took the time to calmly start their day. I got up, got dressed quickly and went out without making too much noise to go out and go to the neighborhood oven located on an alley adjoining Hankach Street in Jdeideh. There were three of them, I greeted them and ordered Manakich (According to Wikipedia: The man’ouché (in the plural, manaïche/mana’iche), is a pancake of Levantine cuisine (Lebanese, Syrian and Jordanian) composed of a base similar to Arabic bread , soaked in olive oil, traditionally sprinkled with zaatar and baked – This dish originated in the Levant and spread more widely in the Middle East. It is traditionally prepared in the morning for breakfast, at the same time as the bread of the day)

During the waiting time, the curiosity of the three brothers who owned this business did not spare me many questions about who I was, where I came from. After three minutes my manakish were ready, hot, their flavor was coming out of the bag in which one of the brothers had served them to me. I was getting ready to leave, but one of them said Oustaz Michel (a very polite way of calling someone), would you like a cup of coffee? Total happiness, how to refuse such a proposal. It was around a tiny table and an undersized chair that I talked to them about my new adopted country, my life, my family and my work. My audience was glued to my story, even worse, each new customer who came to order from these manakish was entitled to a presentation of my visit as well as my ancestral origins.

I went home not without promising that I would come back the next day to give them the rest of my story.

If for some these things are part of a bygone past, I sincerely admit that these moments remain alive in me, I cannot imagine erasing them from the history of my life.

Moments like this are and remain unique in the world and are only possible thanks to the hospitable generosity of the people of my father’s town.

Have a good week and see you next time.
Image credit: https://www.archanaskitchen.com/manakish-zaatar-traditional-lebanese-spiced-pita-bread

Michael © – 2022

Dear Dad !

My dearest dad,

Yesterday was Father’s day, but mine and Camille my brother’s as well, also the day of all daddies in the world.

I know I could have written to you much earlier, but where you are, time does not count or matter. You are alive and more than ever present in this time which slips through our fingers as the fine sand on the shore of a beautiful place where time does not count ..

Mom is aging, it looks very obvious when I have the occasion to talk to her on the phone. I feel her silences where many call the wisdom of age and experience. Our time is similar to the calendar of life counting the endless countdown of days, months and years; There will come a day when we don’t count anymore but let the color of our hair teach us where we stand with age.

Your grandchildren are doing well, life teaches them its joys but also its whims. I am grateful they are all close to each other and without being too selfish, they live not far from my home, so everything is accomplished, they are safe and sound, that’s what I’ve always wanted.

Your great-grandchildren are adorable: you have 7; can you you realize. The very last one would have made you ecstatic, she is Nina, the second daughter of Lama. Last Sunday I was invited to Youmna’s, to celebrate the five years of her second girl Leia, it was also the occasion to celebrate fathers’ day. I was so happy to hold my family in my arms. It had been more than a year since I had not held my children and the little treasures against me. , (we had to respect the instructions for distancing because of a viral filth that killed millions of people).

Otherwise for the rest everything is fine as they say, I miss the times we went for a car ride together, the coffees and the “Gitane” smoke you proposed to me. Healthy or not healthy, these precious moments were priceless, it is a pity there were not many.

You know dad, I wanted to spare you with less joyful news. The situation in Lebanon that you have loved and known has changed a lot. Chaos and poverty reached unthinkable levels. I can see photos on social media showing people fighting (savagely) in a grocery store to snatch a bottle of cooking oil, or parents posting notices for a box of baby milk not found in the local market. It would be enough to die of sorrow to see the country you loved so much in such a situation. There is also my health which plays me wrong, on the menu I am suffering from an inability to move my entire left side, my hands shake as soon as I have to make a gesture that requires an effort (doctors call it essential tremors) , but I wouldn’t complain too much as I know there are millions of people who are in more pain than me.

Dad I hold you close to me just to say how much I love you, I know I never said it to you enough times when you were still in this world. You are more than ever in my thoughts and in my heart.

Affectionately, your son Michel

Michel © – 2021

It is there to last !

It’s there to last!

I don’t know if you know how it feels when you expect a response from your doctor following an examination, or anything else requiring a final confirmation (the diagnosis).

The wait is agonizing when we fear the outcome, we always want to believe our life offers us  pleasant surprises, (we secretly wish to believe in the existence of Santa Claus ).

Far from me the idea of ​​moaning or complaining about my state of health, but what I wish to share is in a way the continuation of my previous published article “You look great !” Doing so I hope to share those things that don’t always show their true face. At times. It hurts and it is unbearable but I still like “to look in good shape” I am simply fond of people, my readers pr those who leave me a comment. Many of you visited my page, people I thought I lost track for so many yearsThere were so many of you following my article that I couldn’t get over seeing people I had lost sight of for so long …

I made a phone appointment (COVID-19 oblige) with a well known neurologist to help me shade some light and provide me with guidance about the tremors on my left side and the imbalance I have been suffering from for some time. During the conversation he listened to me, tried to understand my symptoms and at the end said to me “I confirm to you what you think you have, this is called the Essential Tremors (ET). By way of closing our exchange he added “It’s here to last!” The words sounded like a slap in the face, to say the truth I was prepared to hear those words, but I wished it were otherwise. He confirmed I could not have the cure due to a conflict of meds and the new given treatment, the “It’s here to last” echoed in my mind covering any other sound.

From that moment I assure you I still feel in good shape even in addition to this new reality.

The teases of life and the mood swings of people’s health are unparalleled sources of inspiration at least for me, being my case.

I think saying I am here to last through my thoughts and writings, is the most natural thing  anyway.

Until our next chat please stay safe

Michel © – 2021

You look great!

During the past two years my health condition has been playing dirty tricks on me, since, I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard this phrase: “You look great!” The person talking to me seems surprised I have lost much of my physical and motor autonomy. The oddity resides from the appearance everything seems to be going well. For example, my endocrinologist and friend says these words to me every time we meet, or my brother who lives over 12,000 kilometers away from me tells me the same thing when listening to the voice clips I send him, etc.

Sometimes I wonder if I have become so good an actor so as not to show anything or if this is one of the self-protective reactions of the human body in the face of these so reductive limitations of the many functions of my body. However, I would have liked the first option (the one about the role of actor) to be retained.

Patients who do not speak openly about their illness have emotions, let’s call it dignity. Such  dignity is silenced whenever we have to explain to someone what is going on in our life. I am not at all a proponent of gratuitous suffering for the atonement of hypothetical “sins” as we have often hears about in our religion classes, I am not also a denialist, I respect people who adopt to have hard to win their place in paradise, I know where I will go when the time comes for the last act of my existence on earth.

If we don’t talk about our pain, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist! We simply decided not to promote it, (honestly I really got tired talking about it.)

Yes I assure you I look good, I’m doing my best!

Until our next chat

Michel © – 2021

Modern Times to Showing-Off

Modern times to Showing-Off
You don’t really need to show the public or to your virtual community a copy of your diploma, I assure you that everyone knows you worked very hard to get it. What you probably ignore, is the other people like you, who put the same effort to obtain such a similar recognition; so please, stop trying to impress. 
#ShowOff 

Le show-off des temps modernes
Tu n’as vraiment pas besoin de montrer au public une copie de ton diplôme obtenu, tout le monde sait que tu as travaillé très fort pour l’obtenir. Ce que tu ignores probablement, c’est que d’autres personnes que toi ont elles aussi travaillé pour obternir un tel diplôme; alors peux-tu cesser ton geste de nous en mettre plein la vue
#ShowOff

Our healthcare system is a paradox

Our healthcare system is a paradox in itself
This same system is an abyss of financial waste …
Just try talking to someone with a follow-up question on a waiting list and you’ll find Asterix’s 12 Labors Madhouse to be a blessing!
Yes there are people who work hard for the beneficiaries but their employers are otherwise busy wasting the hundreds of millions that are available to them.
The effectiveness of skills! Are you kidding me!
These skills are dead drowned in the maze of an administrative system sicker than ever!

Mjb (c) – 2021