Make sure to check out this blog if you still have not.
To me, it’s a hugely personal, exquisitely unique and one the most original Iranian non-political webblogs in English that I’ve ever seen.
If you happen to know a better one, let me know please
Friday, May 05, 2006
Memories
Spring has come,
and I’m flying to the North,
again.
I’m taking the memories, with myself,
of those who were,
too heavy to fly with me,
under the burden of their memories.
Does anybody know the memories,
can also
fly with us?
and I’m flying to the North,
again.
I’m taking the memories, with myself,
of those who were,
too heavy to fly with me,
under the burden of their memories.
Does anybody know the memories,
can also
fly with us?
Enough is enough!
I owe you an apology for being so lazy these days. Although that “Totonto's countdown” took a good portion of my blogging time, but one poem and couple of links can't be qualified as an acceptable performance, at least according to my expectations!
My laziness was partly due to a problem with my computer’s power supply that left me Analogue for couple of days and reminded me that how ridiculously we are dependant to these strange machines! It also reminded me how many delicious stuff I can do, if I don’t sit in front of this magic machine that much!
Another part though, was due to my acute romantic mood in the past week. Enchanted I was, I refrained from doing anything that could alter my fabulous mood. Surly politics and news were on top of the list!
Considering the healing process, I can imagine that I’d be good enough on Monday to write about some serious stuff specially about the paper that I’ve recently read concerning the mind-blowing field of Neurothelogy and some hyper-interesting experiments in this field.
Meanwhile I’m gonna enjoy the residual romanticism, walking in this beautiful city, discovering some cafés and bars, and indulge myself with daily-increasing orgasmic beauty of the spring.
I might post a poem as well, but that would be the last one. Enough is enough. I promise!
My laziness was partly due to a problem with my computer’s power supply that left me Analogue for couple of days and reminded me that how ridiculously we are dependant to these strange machines! It also reminded me how many delicious stuff I can do, if I don’t sit in front of this magic machine that much!
Another part though, was due to my acute romantic mood in the past week. Enchanted I was, I refrained from doing anything that could alter my fabulous mood. Surly politics and news were on top of the list!
Considering the healing process, I can imagine that I’d be good enough on Monday to write about some serious stuff specially about the paper that I’ve recently read concerning the mind-blowing field of Neurothelogy and some hyper-interesting experiments in this field.
Meanwhile I’m gonna enjoy the residual romanticism, walking in this beautiful city, discovering some cafés and bars, and indulge myself with daily-increasing orgasmic beauty of the spring.
I might post a poem as well, but that would be the last one. Enough is enough. I promise!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
I'll be back
My computer is broken but as the wise educated governor of California says : "I'll be back" though as a Persian ritual I must add "En-shaa-allah!"
Monday, May 01, 2006
A little taste of heaven
As the taste
was reshaping my whole perception of pleasure,
pondering I was,
Could I have waited so long,
almost a decade,
had I known this wine,
redefines heaven?
was reshaping my whole perception of pleasure,
pondering I was,
Could I have waited so long,
almost a decade,
had I known this wine,
redefines heaven?
An Apology and a Countdown
I came back from Toronto and I have to admit that I owe and apology to this city. So,
Dear Toronto:
You are no Montréal but if you are visited under the supervision of some very tasteful friends, you have so many beautiful, cool and cute places.
Sorry that I judged you so quickly!
Sincerely
Mehrad
And now the trip highlight’s countdown:
Number 7, Yorkville’s posh neighborhood
In contrary to Post Road’s nouveu-rich type ugly tasteless mansions, this neighborhood was classy, full of beautiful houses and flowers. It reminded me of “Niavaran”, when it hasn’t yet been ruined by the mixture of high rises and blue windows.
Number 6, Checking out the Queen street
A wonderful walk and chat with Marjan, continued with some Italian Pinot Grigio and later on, a Kashmiri tea, finished up with visiting an amazing store that as it says, "Buy and sell anything" such as “Shoe-shaped telephone” and “Horse Shoe” that I bought! A heaven for every geek in the world including Professor Baltazar!
For a more decent picture go to Sam’s photoblog
Number 5 and 4, Brunch with Goli
To see your good friend after so long, go to a magnificent place called “Rosedale” and have a delicious “Egg Dostoyevsky” (his eggs were even better than his “Notes from underground”!), can easily be qualified as unforgettable.
By the way, this friend of mine is a kick-ass challenge for all those idiots who still believe gorgeous girls can’t be smart, educated and successful
At number 3,Yorkville Cocktail Recipe:
In a cocktail glass,
mix 4 Beautiful ladies and one gorgeous day and fill the glass with sunshine, add a dash of gossip and garnish with an unexpected visit to your cute friend who works nearby.
Number 2,
Meeting some great people over a nice brunch at “Brioche”. Even in Toronto, cool places are French. Yes my friends, it hurt’s but it’s true!
And finally Number one…
Dear Audiences, the program was interrupted because we’re approaching to “Azaan e Maghreb beh Ofogh e Montreal”…Tic Toc…Tic Toc…*
* Note for Non-Iranian Readers: Don’t even bother yourself trying to understand what happened since I’m sure, you’ve never been in a situation, half as much annoying in your entire life!
Dear Toronto:
You are no Montréal but if you are visited under the supervision of some very tasteful friends, you have so many beautiful, cool and cute places.
Sorry that I judged you so quickly!
Sincerely
Mehrad
And now the trip highlight’s countdown:
Number 7, Yorkville’s posh neighborhood
In contrary to Post Road’s nouveu-rich type ugly tasteless mansions, this neighborhood was classy, full of beautiful houses and flowers. It reminded me of “Niavaran”, when it hasn’t yet been ruined by the mixture of high rises and blue windows.
Number 6, Checking out the Queen street
A wonderful walk and chat with Marjan, continued with some Italian Pinot Grigio and later on, a Kashmiri tea, finished up with visiting an amazing store that as it says, "Buy and sell anything" such as “Shoe-shaped telephone” and “Horse Shoe” that I bought! A heaven for every geek in the world including Professor Baltazar!
For a more decent picture go to Sam’s photoblog
Number 5 and 4, Brunch with Goli
To see your good friend after so long, go to a magnificent place called “Rosedale” and have a delicious “Egg Dostoyevsky” (his eggs were even better than his “Notes from underground”!), can easily be qualified as unforgettable.
By the way, this friend of mine is a kick-ass challenge for all those idiots who still believe gorgeous girls can’t be smart, educated and successful
At number 3,Yorkville Cocktail Recipe:
In a cocktail glass,
mix 4 Beautiful ladies and one gorgeous day and fill the glass with sunshine, add a dash of gossip and garnish with an unexpected visit to your cute friend who works nearby.
Number 2,
Meeting some great people over a nice brunch at “Brioche”. Even in Toronto, cool places are French. Yes my friends, it hurt’s but it’s true!
And finally Number one…
Dear Audiences, the program was interrupted because we’re approaching to “Azaan e Maghreb beh Ofogh e Montreal”…Tic Toc…Tic Toc…*
* Note for Non-Iranian Readers: Don’t even bother yourself trying to understand what happened since I’m sure, you’ve never been in a situation, half as much annoying in your entire life!
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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!
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!
Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
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!
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!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
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?!
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?!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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