3. My Favorite 101

The only considerable weakness of mine in front of women is when I confront a charming elegant lady who speaks French with a cute Parisian accent and it’s so serious that if someday I want to live with someone, either she should be a cute Parisian or we should live somewhere quite far from Paris!

Now you can imagine when one of the most beautiful girls in the world, whose exquisiteness alone is a tasteful song for the eyes, whispers this lovely romantic chanson, in French and with her soft, feminine voice, I have no choice but to put her in my favorite list and feel happy, just to be alive to appreciate it.

So today’s favorite is Carla Bruni , singing Le ciel dans une chambre from the album Quelqu’un m’a dit.

Revelations of the very last remaining brain cell!

Dear players in the world cup,

Please do not bug God that much by thanking him for every tedious Goal you score or you save! I mean, do you really think he’s sitting there, controlling every spin on your stupid ball! or somehow bends the bar to prevent the ball from going in?!

Even if you’re a creationist, do you thank the programmers in EA electronics every time you score a Goal in FIFA 2006?!

Fellows, if he’s God, he should be able to perform some automation. You can call it laws of physics. I don’t mind if you want to believe in God but at least give this God of yours a bit more credit!

By the way, if he’s going to bend the rules one day, I really prefer him to spend his talent on solving the global warming rather than help Trinidad and Tobago beat Paraguay!

P.S. I’m really in favor of the ancient system of polytheism. This way, we could dedicate a God only for football and then, the rest of the world wouldn’t become a pain in the ass of the other important Gods, so they could do something about the shit which is going on in the wolrd!

Fifa's World cup rules for some women!

And no one kills the children anymore...

Today is World day against child labor. According to UN figures, some 218 million children all around the globe are forced to work instead of being send to school, as a natural right of every child.

Children as young as 8, are working in copper mines in Sub-Saharan Africa, and yet there are quite lucky compared to those being exploited in growing, profitable international sex-trade market or those who’ve been trained as soldiers, to fight and kill before they get to 14 and catastrophically, the list goes on.

And yet, these statistics do not take into consideration, millions of children, being abused by incompetent parents, mentally, physically and even sexually.

Couple of days ago, I was watching Alan Parker’s The wall again. One can hardly find any work that shows the dark side of the harsh childhood memories on the future lives of the children, better than this Pink Floyd’s masterpiece.

Yet I was thinking, since it’s absurd to even suggest comparing the childhood of Bob Geldof’s Character in The wall with what these poor kids are going through, what kind of people these children will grow up to be and what kind of the world they’re going to make!

The god of children must have been dead, quite long ago.

Today was Diane’s birthday, so we went to an Irish pub for lunch where this hilarious sign caught my eyes.

In contrary to what the sign says, the waitress was a lovely, cute and polite Irish lady who was pregnant too ( well, since I mentioned Irish before, the pregnant part was kind of unnecessary).

I don’t know if it’s the effect of the age or what, but lately, I’m finding pregnant women attractive and even sometimes sexy. That’s new for sure!

2. My favorite 101

I know It’s the least Bob Dylan-type song ever but somehow I like it the most (no offense Bob!)
Since everybody knows both the song and the signer so well, I skip the introduction part. So This week’s pick is Things have changed from the album The essential Bob Dylan

Electronic voting in Florida

That is so great

Curious George…

Don’t miss this fabulous work of Chris Cox

Bill Maher's New rule!

Bluetooth headset users have to do something that lets me know that you’re just on the phone and not a dangerous schizophrenic! Right?! We don’t know if you’re talking to you secretary or the evil leprechaun who lives in your head!
You’re not the chief communications officer of the starship Enterprise, you’re a shoe salesman asking your mom if you can bring over your laundry!
If I wanted to overhear every tedious scrap of brain static, rattling around in your head, I’d read your blog!

Episode one
We were walking in the rain and almost alone in the street. On Saturday afternoon and when it rains like that, there are few people crazy enough to wander around the city but our days was short and even if we were not as crazy, we had no choice.

After an as-always-great brunch in L’avenue, coffee in amazingly unique café esperanza, we were walking in one of those so typical-of-Plateau, super charming narrow back –yard-streets and her shoes were utterly wet so were her socks and her jeans.

Right where most of the girls would nag the hell out of the guy and would kill the day by taking a cab home, she went to a shoe store, bought a 10$ pink rubber boots and a pair of socks.

Ten minutes later, her wet shoes and socks in a bag, we were back on those narrow streets and I was thinking to myself, I could have been the happiest man on earth!


Episode two
We were in Tamtam, almost completely high…she was sitting down on the green grass, my head on her lap. I was enjoying the rhythm, coming from far away, dancing of the leaves above me, gentle breeze on my face, massaging hands of the lately-so-scarce sunshine and most of all, her indescribably-pleasing company.

Then I saw my reflection on her sunglasses, right above her mysterious smile and I saved the moment on the memory card…the moment I knew wouldn’t last but was so beautiful, I didn’t want to imagine it otherwise.


Episode Three
Three is this seat in the bus, exactly over the tires, where right in front of the seat, there is an inclined surface; you can put your feet on. That’s the most relaxing hence my favorite spot in the bus.

She’d just left and I was coming back from Berri-Uquam station and was watching her numerous photos on my camera. Right beside me, there was this polite, classy lady with his super sweet, curious no-more-than-4-years-old boy on her lap and he was dying to see what I was doing.
And I, couldn’t stand him so willing to see the pictures, put the camera on slide show and in front him. Suddenly, he became amazingly quite, deliciously focused on the pictures, passing by every three seconds.
The mother, trying to appreciate my gesture, started asking him questions and he was charmingly nodding.

"Monsieur is so nice…did you thank him for showing his pictures to you?"
"The pictures are great, aren’t they?"
"She is so beautiful, isn’t she?"

Out of the blue, she looked at me and asked in a way, she couldn’t expect anything but confirmation in return, "Is she your girlfriend?"

I paused and then….smiled…I just didn’t feel like to say no…and she smiled back…To smart people, you shouldn’t explain everything and that’s what I like about them.

I looked back at the boy. He wasn’t looking at the screen anymore cause something equally irrelevant had caught his attention and he was so drowned in the new thing, you could hardly believe that a minute ago, he was eating the pictures by his curiosity.

How I wish I was a little boy!

a very funny comercial form Sprint

I just love his analogy!

Do one brave thing today

.. then run like hell

A fantastic place called TAM-TAM

Every sunny Sunday, the eastern slope of Mont-royal, is the place where the coolest people in the world gather, playing Tam-Tam or any sort of percussion that can create a moving afro-rhythm. Then, the rest of the crowd, already big-time high, dancing to this rhythm or just lying on the green grass and enjoying their Sunday afternoon!

The mood is so relax and friendly, you can hardly recall that you’re in always busy North America, and the style of the people, gives the impression of being in 60’s. it’s truly amazing.

Another interesting stuff about Tam-Tam (that’s not the name but that’s what people call it), is a game, very much like a Medieval Paintball in which geeks, dressed in ancient armors, equipped with foam-made war fare, simulate a medieval war! It’s so funny you’ll laugh your ass off…the two groups stand in front of each other, bump on their shields and attacking each other while screaming….
I’m going to gradually update some of the photos that I took from them, in my flickr. So , Check it out

World Cup…

Dear friends, guess the final scores of Iran’s three matches…I will announce the winner at the end of the competition.

A. Iran Vs Mexico
B. Iran Vs Portugal
C. Iran Vs Angola

Rules:
The exact result: 20 points
The winner and the correct goal difference: 10 points
Only the winner: 5 points

Good luck

a Haiku

New Year’s Day
Everything is in blossom!
I feel about average

The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
With children

Don’t worry, spiders,
I keep house
Casually

Issa

This is sooooo sweet!

Uncomfortable situations

That’s an invitation for you to share funny uncomfortable situations you have recently experienced . Be sincere, be impolite, be my guest!

So let me start first…

Public Bathrooms are among the very few places, I believe, should be separated based on genders. Men and women using the same public bathroom, BAD IDEA! and I tell you why.

To start with, every time you want to leave the bathroom to a lady, you’re faced with this dilemma: “Should I leave the toilet seat up or should I put it back down?”. Sounds funny ha?! Now, If you leave it down, she’d think you’re a pig, actually peed on the toilet seat, but if you leave it up, then she’d still be thinking, you’re just a natural stereotype male pig! You see, it’s not that funny!

Anyway, unfortunately mixed bathroom is the case in our office and today, when I entered the bathroom to wash my hands, it was like I entered the site of a medieval battle field where thousands of people got killed and their bodies have been left under the scorching summer sun for weeks! As if the guy had eaten some dead rats for breakfast!

Any way, I washed my hands as fast as possible, while holding my breath, and as I was getting out of the bathroom, guess what? I found myself, face to face with the only girl in the office whom I actually have a crush on, waiting to go after me!

Ok…I’m waiting for your bloopers!