Being civilized…remember that?!

Great…I stayed at home to watch the match, that was expected to be beautiful, but God, what a shame. It was one of the most disgusting, unfair and repelling matches ever. I can’t even say that I’m sorry for Netherlands cause they were horrendous too. The winner of this stupid game is truly England who will play with “Port” which is Portugal without Deco, Ronaldo and Costinha. I think British were the only people who really enjoyed that game.

Anyway, that shameful win was good enough for Montréal’s Portuguese community to come to the streets, dance, drink, and celebrate. As we were going to TamTam, we participate in their celebration, while we were swearing them in Persian “ Khaak too saretoon baa in team etoon!”. Surly with a smile so they think we are appreciating their catastrophic win!

After all, lying down beneath the mild, beautiful sun and a delicious diner at my favorite place, cafe santropol, made the post-game hours, a pleasing Sunday afternoon.

I also bought a cool Tibetan shirt that I’m not sure whether I’ll wear it or not, cause it’s so not my style. Anyway, I might give it a try.

The World's Game!

Frankfurt, Germany

Great Moments in Presidential Speeches

Apart from the fact that he’s screwing our planet, I love that buffoon! He’s so funny. I’d really like to be his friend, being invited to his ranch in Texas. I think I’d have the laugh of my life….

Deutschland über alles! Part four

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…
That was a nice match…Germany was soooooo good. I didn’t appreciate the red card though. It rather killed the game. The referee could have easily overlooked that foul and let the match continue. It gets on my nerve when the referee ruins a brilliant match, just to be meticulously punctual, just like what happened in the 1998’s match between England and Argentina!

To be a German fan, you have to be as punctual as them. We, my German friend and I, were there, at café Berlin, 10:00 o’clock sharp but it was jam-packed. To be honest, I’d never seen so many white people together anywhere in North America :)

So we went to St-Laurent and we found another great place, where we could watch the match outside, under the sunshine. Beer and Cheer and a good victory.

By the way, to those who’re still so biased that even what they’re seeing can’t change their minds, Klinsmann, even when they were two goals ahead, substituted a forward for another one. I really like to see the same move from those so called “Offensive” teams! So till then, shut up please!

We are going to kick some Argentinean ass next time…

P.S. Why the hell, Oliver Kahn was more depressed than Sweden’s coach?! Cheer up man!

Sleepy cat!

I’m dying to play with a kitty! Anybody knows anyone who has one!

Episode One,
He’s not drunk. He’s just OK, twirling his glass. He loves the color of this scotch, the smoky fragrance and the ice cubes, dancing around inside this fine Glenlivet.
He closes his eyes and imagines himself being those ice cubes. She gets smoother, tastier and somehow better, like this single malt, as he’s melting away inside of her.
He takes a sip, closes his eyes one more time and enjoys, as the scotch warms his throat down to his stomach. It tastes great, so does life!

Episode Two,
He’s still there and he’s still twirling his glass. The sound of the ice cubes inside an empty old fashion glass sooths him. He closes his eyes…again.
Now, she’s just like these shrunk ice cubes. They’re both melting away to something that doesn’t make him feel any better anymore.
“Do you want another glass of that Sir?”
“No thanks…just a double espresso… and the bill…please”
He continues twirling. It makes the ice cubes melt faster but he, just likes the sound.

Episode Three,
Another day, another bar, the same man. Well, almost the same.
“What can I serve you Sir”
He thinks…he clears his throat and says:
“Talisker…straight”

The Lake House

I really enjoy reducing the traditional, mysterious and almost divine concept of love, to a pure bio-physical effect of some hormones (such as endorphin, serotonin, norephinephrin and later on, oxytocin) and genetic congruency but even if that’s the case, we’re missing a very important physical phenomenon here, called timing and the movie, The lake house, looks at this matter, within a remarkable, ingenious and amazingly strange love story.

Alex and Kate, a frustrated architect and a lonely doctor, write to each other everyday in a bizarre and seemingly long distance relationship where in fact two years time difference is what creates the distance. In this odd situation, an old mailbox, a dog and a breathtakingly beautiful lake house are the elements that connect them together and all these happen in Chicago, in front of a carefully picked backdrop of the most prominent buildings of this architecturally rich city. That’s all I can say about the story without revealing it more than what the trailer does.

The plot is well structured, cute and full of surprises and while it’s totally fictional, it strictly develops within its logical frame which makes it, although a bit hard to follow but quite believable. The screenwriter, David Auburn proves that with a little bit of imagination and talent, it’s possible to make something brilliantly unique out of a well worn-out genre.

As negatives, I didn’t appreciate the ending that much and the movie tends to get boring as it moves toward it. The dialogues about architecture, specially after all those impressive images, seem redundant and even pretentious. Performances are not impressive either but since neither Keanu Reeves nor Sandra Bullock are exceptional actors, I didn’t expect more. However, I enjoyed the performances of the supporting actors, Christopher Plummer and Shohreh Aghdashloo who is quite charming in this movie.

The lake house itself, which has been specifically designed and constructed for this movie, is to die for. During the film, I couldn’t stop fancying about living in this house for at least a full year. It’s artistically harmonious with the surrounding environment and voluptuously transparent and exposed.

Final word, I’m still a bit reluctant to call this movie a masterpiece or put it in my favorite list, but it’s a movie, definitively worth watching and absolutely satisfying by all means.

Bordelle Français!

You remember how every Bureaucratic procedure in Iran sucked? Today, I kind of understand why. The modern administrations have been imported to Iran from France and God, what a mistake it was. Like buying red wine from Norway!

Today, Sanam and I, went to Consulat Generale de France a Montreal to pick up our Visas. We were there at 7:00 AM sharp, and we were thinking about maximum an hour and half, two hours waiting. right? WRONG! It was, as French say, “un Bordelle!”. It’s even worse since if a Bordelle wants to work such disorganized, it will be bankrupt in matter of weeks!

It took us 2 hours in line, a breakfast, 2 hours of chatting and having coffee in 3 different places, some shopping, watching a bit football and half an hour walking in McGill College street, looking at beautiful models, who were practicing for the opening night of the Fashion and Design festival starting tonight for 5 days.

Exactly! 6 hours to get our visas stamped in our passports! Their printer had problem and the general consulate of France in Montreal, the second largest French-speaking city in the world, doesn’t have a backup printer!

Anyway, the cons: I missed 4 hours of training for the new software, our company has bought recently and I’m also dying from lack of sleep!

But pros: I really enjoyed this magnificent sunshine and delightful weather, with the company of the sweetest girl I know, according to everybody, myself included!

It’s good to skip work sometimes to somehow remember how days look like! Plus…I got my visa , and my ticket and now I’m looking forward to Arash and Mana’s wedding. I can’t wait to see all my dear friends from l’Auberge Montrealais, once again.…so Paris, here I come!

Antiboredom campaign

Revelation of the very last remaining brain cell

If God and Saints get credit for victories, they should be equally blamed for defeats!

I mean, why the hell, every time we win a football match, they rave about how the triumph was specifically related to the assistance from “God” , “Faateme Zahra!” or “A’emme ie Athaar!” but when we lose, they just dismiss the coach and destroy Ali Daei’s properties?!

I don’t mind if you want to praise your Lord for every trivial achievement but at least, after a humiliating defeat, have the guts to show your dissatisfaction to him by doing something outrageous like… not praying for couple of days… or having pork chops with Vodka… or simply use your brain for a while!

P.S. Having sex with your domestic animals doesn’t count! It’s almost allowed!

Deutschland über alles

Yoohoooo….9 points

I’m not going to check the world cup history, but I’m sure in the past two decades that I’m a fan of Germany; they never managed to get all 9 points even the time they had one of the best squad in the history of the world cup, obviously I mean Kaiser’s team.

Although I have to admit, they never did to us, what Azzurri’s have done and they’re still doing to their fans. Poor Ali! To be a fan of an inconsistent team is like to getting married to an unstable person. It’s even worse, cause you can’t get divorce, so it’s more like a Catholic marriage!

Anyway, my colleague Stephanie and I, are looking for a Bar where we can watch the match together, probably with lots of other fans of Germany. It’s nice to watch the game with a passionate German girl and sing Deutschland...Deutschland über alles

Some really bizarre architecture

It’s quite refreshing…

4. My favorite 101

One of the most brilliant, moving, thoughtful and meticulously executed film that I’ve ever seen, is a Japanese movie called After life by Hirokazu Koreeda

In an old Japanese residence, very much like a school with no resemblance to what we perceive as after life, the deceased individuals are provided with films, photos and slides of their lives, and they should choose one, and only one memory to eternally live that memory. In other word, the poetic concept of their after life is simply to live in the most favorite moment of their lives, forever.

And you’re dead wrong if you think since I gave up the plot, there’s no reason for you to see this movie if you haven’t seen it already cause there are so many beautiful moments, thoughts and ideas as well as sceneries, presented in after life that nobody can ruin the film just by telling you the storyline.

Now, inspired by this movie, imagine that you should pick a composer, and this composer would be the only one you are allowed to listen to, till the end of time. What would be your choice?

For me, the answer, simply and quickly, would be Johan Sebastian Bach. He has made so many breath taking pieces that one really needs an eternal life, only to fully squeeze every drop of divine pleasure out of this heavenly collection of sounds.

So it’s no wonder if I have dozens of Bach’s pieces among my favorite 101. For today, Erbarme Dich from St Mattew Passion, but instead of the original choral version, this lovely arrangement by Yo-Yo Ma, played by himself, from the album Simply Baroque.

It simultaneously satisfies my mutual passion for Bach and the magical voice of my favorite instrument, cello.

Why men are happier than women!

I recieved this today as an E-mail from a lady-friend of mine,

Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple
creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding
plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You
can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white
T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car
mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have
to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too
icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a
bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress
$5000. Tux rental -$100. People never stare at your chest when you're
talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically
expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood
all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about
tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open
all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of
thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still
be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are
more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You
are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face
stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe
decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your
big hips. One wallet an d one pair of shoes -- one color for all
seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can
"do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice
concerning growing a mustache..

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.

My Colombian ladies!

According to Francisco Fernandez, the director of the Road safety foundation, distraction, causing around 20% of the road accidents, is the most notorious cause of the awfully higher-than-average number of car accidents in Colombia.
Now read this,

The main distracters are, cell phones with 53% and the presence of beautiful women with the ridicules share of 32%!

Basically, in Colombia, looking at the beautiful women is the main reason of almost 6.4% of the all accidents in the roads!

Absolutely no comment!

Be nice to your neighbors!

Missing!

The picture you see, belongs to a 31 years old, allegedly male! who, from the moment he’s heard I’m going to stay at his place, has left his residency and has not returned.
Since the above mentioned, has a brilliant memory, apparently he has deliberately gone missing!


Any information will be rewarded (and help me to figure out, whether I should pack or not!)


Remember…we want your information…not your name!

9/11 conspiracy

No matter you believe in conspiracy or you don’t, it’s a brilliant work of investigation, worth spending one hour of your time for. Some of the eivdence are downright undeniable even for skeptic like myself!

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.