Liquid Lavaashak!

Anybody remember those modest stands in “Darake” and “Darband” where you could buy “Zoghaal akhte”, “Lavaashak” and other stuffs, around which dozens of fly’s were performing their rituals?
Do you remember those dirty old men who were selling disgusting packs of “Aalooche” in the streets, near the school?

I clearly remember the feeling. It was a mixture of joy and guilt. Guilt from the fact that you were absolutely sure you were having an extra-strength bacteria injection, something as filthy as it can be, and joy from the delicious taste, mix with the sense of doing something wrong, particularly since it was blatantly against those annoying, dead-boring TV and school’s preaches!

Recently, I came across something quite nostalgic. 100% pure blackcurrant juice and 100% pure cranberry juice, first cold pressing, or as I like to call them “Liquid Lavaashak”!

For the first time, I’m experiencing the same sense of jubilation but without the guilt part, and guess what, it’s damn good. In fact, the experience to me is the closest one to orgasm, without the help of a woman (or myself!).

I drink my Blackcurrant juice to “Darakeh”…One of a few places, I deeply miss.

If you ever, in any period of your life have thought your job might be crappy, well…think again!

This is by far, the best interactive animation I’ve seen on the net. Almost feels like you’re reading a novel by Borges, or Marquez!

A headline and a bitter memory

After three weeks of mass demonstrations in Nepal’s capital, Katmandu, King “Gyanendra” finally gave up to the protests, orchestrated by seven opposition parties, by accepting the parliament to be reinstated and a new constitution to be written. A brave political gesture that would put an end to his ruling power but would enable him to continue, at least, as a ceremonial monarch and save Nepal from drowning into a total chaos.

Although what is going on in a small and geopolitically rather unimportant country, such as Nepal, has nothing to do with us, but I can’t stop comparing the situation with what happened in Iran almost three decades ago, when our king did not yield to people’s legitimate demands for freedom, liberty and democracy until it was too late.

Although I’m sure that a considerable number of people who still so genuinely believe in conspiracy theory, would argue that what happened in Iran was simply predestined and therefore inevitable, but for someone like myself who considers these kinds of inevitabilities, just some flimsy excuses for our mistakes and misjudgments, what remains is a deep sense of regret. Regret about a promising uprising that shouldn’t have ended up in a disastrous revolution only if “Shah” was a better poker player! Good enough, not to bet his and our future to call a bluff, that turned out to be, not a bluff at all!

Glorious Murphy’s Law

If anything can go wrong, it definitively will!

Quote of the day

If it's stupid but it works, it isn't stupid indeed!

Time to be ashamed!

The senseless slaughter of 230,000 seal pups began this week off the coast of Newfoundland.

Please take part in protesting against this cruel, barbaric act. That’s the least we can do.



This time of the year is the ONLY period that the separation of Quebec makes sense to me. It feels less disturbing, not be Canadian when the seal hunt begins!

Australian-born sculptor Ron Mueck during an exhibition at the Cartier Foundation for contemporary art in Paris. It’s just amazing

Iran at the Peking Olympics

Absolutely no comment!

Manon’s Poetic journey

As I was doing my daily lunchtime news browsing today, I came across an unusual story of “Manon Ossevoort”, a young beautiful Dutch lady who is crossing the world with her green tractor, in a breathtaking journey began in Amsterdam. After passing through Belgium, France, Italy, Balkans, and north Africa, she’s now heading toward cape town in South Africa and eventually Cape of Good Hope, where she’s supposed to hitch a ride to Antarctica and her final destination, South Pole.
In this amazing adventure, she collects the dreams of every individual she meets on little scarps of paper. Dreams will accompany her to the end of the world (as she says) where they will be somehow magically fulfilled.

I have to admit that the sophisticated idea and the extraordinary courage and determination behind this exquisitely simple childish “Petit-Prince-type” dream was so poetic that I couldn’t stop my tears from falling.

The joyous moment was completed as I received an E-mail from my adorable friend “Bahareh” who has just recently left her well-paid job in Montreal to join “Engineers without border” in Burkina Faso, a country which reminds me of my childhood neighbor and best friend and elementary school class mate, “Behzad” who also left his town, Chicago, to teach Mathematics to unprivileged children there, in Burkina Faso.

However, this state of ecstasy was soon replaced with a stark sense of uselessness due to an inevitable comparison between what these people are doing with their lives and my valuable contribution to humanity!

Being unable to work on little extravagant details of some billionaire’s private jet, at least for couple of hours, was, I think, my conscience’s pathetic attempt to deal with the sense of guilt and shame that I was going through.

I hope the combination of “Not everybody should go to Africa to be useful for humanity” mantra and watching extremely gorgeous and talented “Sophie Milman” live in Spectrum tonight, would make me feel better.

For God’s sake, those poor billionaires truly need their glorious private jets and they need them on time, right?!

This beautiful American lady singing Iranian folklore songs with a cute accent

A point

Have you noticed that so far, the biggest trouble that our gorgeous! president has created for the western countries, is the excruciating pain, almost all the politicians, reporters and anchors go through every time they want to pronounce his name?

Listen to this…it’s one of the most fair and non-judgemntal analysis on Iran

A great day for our country!

This is the day my friends!
We finally got what we were fighting for, the “Right” of enrichment of uranium in our own soil! The one and only remaining right in the list of our unfulfilled rights such as freedom, social justice, free speech, privacy, dignity and so on.

I really can not stop admiring the regime for having such an extraordinary control over public’s opinion so they can persuade the majority to almost unanimously back up one of the most economically-catastrophic, politically-suicidal and environmentally-disastrous plan in our recent history.

And also my deep admiration to people of Iran whose relentless efforts to protect their brain cells, almost as a national heritage, from any sort damage caused by over-using, finally paid off in this glorious day!


Well...

if international sanctions are going to be applied on us,
If we are the world’s most unpopular country, ahead of US and Israel (and, we magically managed to do that without invading anywhere or attacking anyone),
If they’re going to bomb our infrastructures,
If our land’s going to be their test lab for their so-called “tactical nuclear weapon” (Although I still can not convince myself that anybody could be possibly stupid enough to use that!),
If our people are going to get killed as collateral damage (and even that would be the best-case scenario! (e.g. take a look at our neighbor!),

At least we have a president we can be proud of




Just after the Islamic revolution toppled the Shah’s regime and people were still in a state of euphoria, a German reporter wrote (and I’m paraphrasing): “The Titanic of Asia is sinking but her passengers are happy”.

They say “History repeats itself” and in the Middle East, it does that, much too quickly!

Quote:

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence!

Well, since I’m not in the mood of writing, I’m going to continue with the quotes for a while, so..that’s the quote of day:

Nothing improves with age!

Quote of the day

Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself

Quote of the day

If it seems too good to be true, it probably is!

Roll the Rim!

I don’t call it “gambling problem” and I certainly don’t feel the need to call those numbers they put on top of slot machines but last year, I almost developed an allergy to Caffeine as much as I drank Tim Horton’s stupid Coffee just to be able to “Roll the Rim”. The same thing I do with Lotto tickets. I know that statistically, the chance of winning Lotto is much less than to be hit by lightning, twice in one day! but somehow, somebody wins it every couple of weeks and that person could be me.

Anyway, as if it doesn’t suck enough to lose, and it doesn’t suck even more to be told “you lost!” in a polite way, they write it in two different languages!