Friday, May 05, 2006

Rest in peace my man

I guess the following explains my long bsence...

I know it's past visiting hours
But can I please give him these flowers
The doctor doesn’t want take procedures
He claimed his heart can't take the anaesthesia
It'll send his body into a seizure
Hey chick, tell him everything is going to be fine?
But I’d be lying, the family is crying
They want him to live, and the family is trying
I'm arguing like what kind of doctor can we fly in

My mother is trying to pull it together, she’s strong,
That’s where I get my confidence from

Monday, March 20, 2006

Happy norouz

Let me simply wish all of you a very peaceful and prosperous Persian New Year! Happy Norouz / Norooz!

Monday, March 06, 2006


Any of you who have reached the point of being able to read this post likely understand the benefits and pitfalls of escapism. You can't have been excessively fond of the practice because if you were, I can't imagine you'd be in a position to be reading this. Having said that, you may well be escaping something right now to be able to read this post. The important thing that you have likely figured out and I clearly have to work on is that escapism is a fine pass-time but it is no way to live in the long-term. It has to have an end to it. You can't escape forever. It is an inherently short-term thing. Granted, the longer it continues the harder it is to escape. I know, I know, escaping the escape. It has to happen though. I've been avoiding an assignment for my course so completely that I didn't even read the instructions, let alone complete the readings. Even though the assignment is already overdue and I made the unequivocal statement that I wouldn't sleep tonight until I had completed it I still managed to spend the whole evening trying to escape it. Rather short-sighted on my part knowing that I wouldn't be sleeping 'til it was done. Then again, finding ways to push yourself through these challenges prepares you for these and more complicated challenges in the future. Yeah. That's it. Alright, back to work.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Iran demands apology for German soccer cartoon

Reuters - The Iranian embassy in Germany has demanded a written apology from a Berlin newspaper that printed a cartoon of Iranian soccer players dressed as suicide bombers and threatened legal action if none is forthcoming.

The sketch, published on Friday by Der Tagesspiegel, shows four moustachioed soccer players wearing Iran shirts with explosives strapped to their chests next to four German soldiers in a soccer stadium.

A caption above read: "Why the German army should definitely be used during the Soccer world Cup!", referring to a debate in Germany about whether to use troops to help with security during the month-long tournament which begins June 9.

Stephan-Andreas Casdorff, the daily's managing editor, said on Monday he regretted the reaction to the drawing but did not consider an apology necessary.

The cartoon's artist had received three death threats and had been forced to leave his apartment, he said, adding that the police was investigating the threats.

In a letter to Der Tagesspiegel seen by Reuters on Monday, the Iranian embassy in Berlin said the cartoon was offensive and accused the paper of using sport to make a political point in an "irresponsible and immoral way".

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Monday, February 06, 2006

Most important lesson

During my second month of uni, our teacher gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the university ?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.
Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the teacher. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello'."
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Man Torou Mikham

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Oh brother

What’s good? Well today was pretty eventful thanks to a kid I call my brother. In school he's a clown...he's more worried about being a smartarse than getting good grades. Yeah it’s pretty funny to me but not as much to the folks. Come to find out today he starts his 3 day suspension from school. Why you ask? His mobile phone. Apparently it went off in class...but he's been getting in trouble for much worse. One of his teachers can’t stand him, and my brother feels the same way towards her. He loves to go out of his way to give the teacher a hard time and the teacher loves to give him a referral for his troubles. As hard as it is to believe...the boy aint dumb. Hell he used to be an honour roll student. Now he probably thinks "screw that". The parents now hold possession of the mobile, so who knows when he's getting that back. But when he does get off suspension he'll probably be up to his old tricks cuz he's too stubborn to change em'. Oh well...not my problem.