Me, Myself, and I...

Addicted

2007-12-25T06:14:00.004-05:00

Do you ever happen to disturb somebody’s personal limits?

You know human being is undeniably a sociable kind of thing, you are to live with your family in your home and with your neighbors in your neighborhood … so you need to know the rule, and the point is that you’re not alone in ordaining or judging the rule. You are to know and respect other’s priorities, other’s limits, other’s principals cuz you’re gonna live with them and you may have no right to upset other’s personal freedom. As they can't order you what to do when you are not upsetting their personal freedom. Every body is free to act up to the point of disturbing other’s limits.

You may want to make drunk in your room but then, you shouldn’t drive. Nobody has the right to endanger other’s lives by driving when drunk and on the other side; nobody has the right to forbid me not to drink if I’m alone in my room. Seems a good deal, no?

Aaa.. Some days ago there was a workshop stuff of thing in Sharif about the miserable and ruined lives of addicted. Actually I found a contradiction in it. In one way it was the very averse picture of them struggling with twitches to find the damn shit and live a bit more ephemeral joyful life on the price of losing their heath, money, energy… whatever and the other side was the same undeniable everybody’s own freedom in his own personal limit.

Do you really think that an addicted man can cause any trouble to other’s lives? He is the only master of his own muscle, money, energy… again whatsoever that you have no privilege to claim… so s/he may even want to commit a suicide, still none of your business. So why do you think that there seems to be a vast bloody fight against the addicted or even smugglers?

One more question, why don't the governments or the other administrators order the scientist to invent some other kind of shit that has less damage but keeps the ephemeral joy. Is it that hard?

American Beauty

2007-12-14T12:33:00.005-05:00

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die.

First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time. For me it was lying on my back, at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street, or my grandmother’s hands and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand-new Firebird.

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but its’ hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much, heh! My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst.

And then I remember to relax… and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain, and I can’t feel anything but gratitude…for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure… but don’t worry, you will someday.

American Beauty

Musical Motif

2007-12-07T10:31:00.002-05:00

While people are fairly young and the musical compositions of their lives is still in its opening bars, they can go about writing it together and exchange motifs, but if they meet when they are older, their musical compositions are more or less complete, and every motif, every object, every mood means something different from each other

 The unbearable lightness of being, Milan Kundra

The saddest thing I can madly feel, up through my bone.

Life2

2007-12-06T15:44:00.005-05:00

There are some goddamn serious glucose-sapping stuff in the life that you can’t find a straightforward instrument to check on, just not the kind of things that miners are digging for or divers are submerging for. It’s simply nowhere, and still almost everybody is going to get caught in its enticing trap.

How one can be sure about the Afterlife? what is waiting so far to happen on the exact moment of passing away, is it going to be anyhow continued? what the hell is the idea of hell or Heaven? Am I going to receive molten lead through my ass?!

Maybe reincarnation has came to mediate the extremes, but still remains the old unraveled question of how it can be testified?

You see, these are among the fundamental questions of the so-called life. Yet seems you are much more empty-handed to go through.

But the funny part of the story for me lies in the heart of knowing where on earth the people are searching the answers for. considering the fatefulness of the stuff, you can’t let it loose, so sooner or later the people is going to choose a seemingly logical answer for themselves, some may need not look far for an explanation but others may will to go beyond imagine! and here comes the very philosophy of the so-long superstitions, stupidity, bigotry, fanatical suppositions, illusion…

(to be continued)

Sweet November

2007-12-05T10:12:00.001-05:00

Something that I really can’t help my shedding tears for, is a lover who is happened to be aware of his/her lover’s acute disease only after s/he fell in love. Especially when the diseased is happened to be your favorite actress!: Charlize Throne

Have you ever happened to cry at the top of your voice? Well, I did it tonight, thought I was just in the mood of it.

...

2007-12-05T02:45:00.004-05:00

Now I'm standing here

No one to wipe away my tears

No one to keep me warm 

And no one to walk along with 

No one to make me feel 

No one to make me home 

Oh, what am I to do? 

I'm standing here alone 

It doesn't seem so clear to me 

What am I supposed to do 

About this burning heart of mine 

Oh, what am I to do? 

Or how should I react? 

Oh! Tell me please  

The rain was killing the last days of Summer 

You had been killing my last breath of love 

Since a long time ago 

I still don't think I am gonna make it through another love story 

You took it all away from me 

And there I stand 

I knew I was gonna be the 

The one left behind. 

But still I'm watching the lake vaguely conscious 

And I know...my life is ending

Viktor Lazlo

Who Orders What?!

2007-12-02T13:48:00.002-05:00

Any single chapter of one’s life demands its own particular demands! and I think, must be fully satiated in its own chapter, otherwise may cause some envious kind of feeling in future.

Consider a boy whose thirstiness for toys and plaything has not been quenched in his babyhood, I’m one hundred percent sure that a vacuous kind of feeling will shadow on him whenever he would see a child.

A young man who has not gotten the chance to attend university, a young lady who is forced to cover up herself with a veil, a sensual woman who fails to find somebody to set her love in motion, a man whose earnest need to find his favorite job and earn his favorite money! has not been fulfilled, a thirty-year-old virgin whose sexual desire has been provoked but prohibited…

For me myself, there has been days that I was supposed to pore over my books but I just willing to play Fifa2006! I might have been much prosperous, but not sure whether I would then feel as satisfied as I do today.

I guess self-censorship is nothing but a brutal murder, so let it go whenever you please!

Turning point

2007-12-01T07:30:00.001-05:00

Did you ever happen to think about your turning point of your life? You may as well have some dozens of miner turning points in your life, but you sure can choose the most compelling one, the fateful day or even second which has turned your previous destiny. you will always walk from then on with the memory of that turning point in tow.

It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? That your perhaps scheduled vision of the future is going to be completely ransacked in a sudden unpredicted flash of second. why is it like this? how on earth does it get its power?

Do you believe that the chance of running into a turning point will reduce as you get older? I am afraid I’m old enough to answer this question, but I am quite sure that your mood has the key role, it’s the determining factor. Perhaps it’s you that choose your kind of turning point and its time…

Life 1

2007-11-30T17:29:00.003-05:00

Any single chapter of one’s life demands its own particular demands! and I think, must be fully satiated in its own chapter, otherwise may cause some envious kind of feeling in future.

I guess self-censorship is nothing but a brutal murder, so let it go whenever you please!

My New Friend

2007-11-28T17:04:00.002-05:00

Should I ever be asked of my biggest asset in my life, I wouldn’t think twice to say my friends. Call me crazy but I really confess that for me, this is kind of thing that can’t be forsaken, anyhow anywhere.

I remember that every single time that I’ve came across a lofty idea or a worthwhile book or movie… the very first thing that I was to do next, is to share the joy that lies inside me with a friend, I kind of feel that without sharing, the joy is somehow incomplete.

Anyway, I hope this little preface can help you know the importance but the story is that I’ve found a wonderful friend, and for me this is not a platitudinous matter at all, I was going to be somehow disappointed about my friend-finding abilities but well, many thanks for Hosein that resuscitate this crucial but somehow fading feeling of mine again.

Just to let you know, Hosein is an exceptional linguist and also a respectable physicist, not to mentions his frenzied passion for movies. Count it all and you will not even catch half of him!

All of My Life

2007-11-26T01:27:00.000-05:00

All of my life, I've been searching
For the words to say how I feel
I'd spend my time thinking too much
And leave too little to say what I mean
I've tried to understand the best I can
All of my life

All of my life, I've been saying sorry
For the things I know I should have done
All the things I could have said come back to me
Sometimes I wish that it had just begun
Seems I'm always that little too late
All of my life

Set 'em up, I'll take a drink with you
Pull up a chair, I think I'll stay
Set 'em up, cos I'm going nowhere
There's too much I need to remember

And there's too much I need to say

All of my life, I've been looking
But it's hard to find the way
Just reaching past the goal in front of me
While what's important just slips away
It doesn't come back but I'll be looking
All of my life

Set 'em up, I'll take a drink with you
Pull up a chair, I think I'll stay
Set 'em up, cos I'm going nowhere
There's too much I need to remember

And there's too much I need to say

All of my life, there have been regrets
That I didn't do all I could
Playing records upstairs, while he watched TV
I didn't spend the time I should
It's a memory I will live with
All of my life.

Phil Collins

My Mind!

2007-11-25T15:36:00.000-05:00

I am quite sure one of the most blessing gift of the mother nature is the power of mind to forget! how on earth do you think you could live if your mind would just decide to fail to forget your bleak experience or distraught moments of your life.

I’ve just came to apprise you of my new decision! Well I’ve decided to go through this particular power of my mind, to strengthen it in all aspects, just to let you know that I’m now ready to forget all the things, all that have been someday through my mind, day and day.

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

2007-11-22T17:29:00.001-05:00

For movie lovers, there would always remain some reasons to live, in the hope of seeing some fabulous movies that will stir up your sense of feeling and understanding. I kind of think that there’s nothing more thought-provoking than movies, dragging you to the untouchable world, pushing your imaginable horizon back and showing you the far-fetched view of the world. There’s nothing it can’t be done there.

But for me there were some movies that filled me in an absolute sense of bewilderment, I mean some masterpiece kind of movies that when finished, left me in a heap of unanswered questions. Some puzzling kind of movies that is sometimes not chronologically narrated and defy a challenging type of mind to first unravel the story in a linear manner and then recognize the gist of the story behind the scenes.

Today and after two fully hours of staring at my monitor, when at last the credits of “Eternal sunshine of spotless mind” comes up, I absolutely caught nothing, not even a piece of clue of what was happening so far, yet I knew that it’s ranked 49^th through IMDb. So I dashed off to my beloved Wiki and just then after fathoming some couple of hours across the web and going over some specified moment of films, I gonna come to grasp the whole synopsis and whoa… overjoyed by the genuine plot of the film, I am now ready to worship it. words don’t come easy…

Lets Have Some Hopes

2007-11-21T16:19:00.000-05:00

One the most crucial rules of the mother nature is that someday will certainly come that you have no choice but to bury the suitcases of memories you’ve shared with some friend, memories that you’ve collected little by little, day by day, year by year.

Heh… today I buried one the heaviest suitcase of my life, not underground with an honorable funeral ceremony but under the huge amount of hatred and vendetta.

Sad to say that there couldn’t be uglier conclusion to the so long friendship, and even sadder to say that the leftover feeling is nothing but some lacking kind of confidence and trustworthy in the foregoing relations.

I would try my best to not let the feeling effect my future relations but not sure enough about it. I am gonna go find, fetch and fill the empty space that is now left in my life, where used to be filled. Lets hope it

Hang On Boy

2007-11-20T12:41:00.000-05:00

There were times that I kind of feel like letting go… times that I think I’d had too much of this life, but on the second thought there, surely, were times of absolute enthusiasm and ultimate sense of going and experiencing, umm… somehow hard to specify the feeling, but… I mean there were days of hopes and there were days of despair, days of laugh and days of cry, I do exactly remember the days of happiness and the days of depression.. Aaa…I kind of feel that I’ve touched every ground of joy and grief, experiencing an absolute loneliness, an absolute togetherness and sometime both of them simultaneously. I can’t deny my wrong decision but never mind, the point that I am proud of is that I didn’t miss the opportunity to go and experience. Now I stand in this particular time and this particular place, with a lot of wrong route that have been traversed, I may not earn a huge amount of money, but I don’t consider myself a poor guy at all.

Nowadays, I am trying my best to push my horizon back, I am seeking to experience some other kind of life, some other kind of goals and some other kind of routes, some other kind of studying and some other kind of hobbies, and who knows maybe some other kind of friends.

Hello Again!

2007-11-18T16:03:00.000-05:00

There’s something odd about blogging, I kind of remember the time that I was spending hours of days to write, umm to get a couple pieces of news or to compromise some feeling that was within my grasp. blogging seems to be some kind of addiction, it has some exotic kind of gravity that will pull you when you go foreword and will push you back when you go backward.
On the second thought, writing and blogging are my loyal friends. should I ever became alone, there would always be a confidante friend who would never blame me for my fault or scoff at my beliefs, a patient tender blank page whom I can really confide in, I’m really grateful of my friend.
Anyway I was pretty homesick of my blog, I just came to say a little hello to it. may god bless it.

How to save money on gas?

2007-06-28T19:08:00.000-04:00

To my sheer confusion, I found Del.icio.us blocked, exactly this morning. Do you happen to see Del.icio.us? It’s simply a page for sharing links, no kind of photos, videos or political view… or such filterable stuff are included. It gave me quite a big shock. It has become a somehow popular site for sharing links through web, especially by webmasters.

You can see my Del.icio.us on the left column of my page.

Anyway, today I came across a helpful link, the one I was to share through my Del.icio.us) named “how to save money on gas”. Due to recent fuel rationing in Iran, I found it extremely beneficial, it requires some minor attentiveness, but the result would be so economical.

Ps: technorati also blocked.

updated: damn! I myself cannot see my Del.iciou.is column here, it's totally swept away. Does anybody from out of Iran see my Del.icio.us?

Without you

2007-06-27T18:50:00.001-04:00

At last!

Well, after a series of futile efforts in the past two weeks, now it’s done. Congratulation! You can’t imagine how happy I was when I could listen to my beloved Mariah Carey’s song on my blogger page.

You must be an Iranian to know how resolute I was to upload a 3.2Mb file via a dial up network and using an anti filter. God knows how hard I tried!

You see, Mariah’s voice is inspiringly high, high on Emotion indeed! Just close your eyes and within the reach of your dreams, there's no end to the lengths you'll go to by it.

And now it’s only fair, that I should let you know, what you should know: I can’t live, if living is without you.

see the lyric

ps: the song may need a minute or so to be uploaded in Iran. please don't give up hope, I spend a whole day long on it!

2007-06-27T18:33:00.000-04:00

Too real when I feel what my soul can’t conceal. Seems to be too deeper to be concealed, but surprisingly enough I did.

You see, I’m a great liar, pretending what I’m not. Seems to be awe-inspiring by the greatness of the whole world, but heh!….I reached the end, let me get a thing off my chest, it’s really not as big as it seems, indeed just let you know I’ve just touched the end, some tough kind of shit it is, full of misery and poverty, amalgamated under the potency of your majesty: the grand destiny.

Yeah I’m a good liar, pretending what I’m not, standing on the edge of time, I sense the pounding of my fading heartbeat…pretending that you’re still there. Alas!

2007-06-11T06:29:00.000-04:00

You know, I'm quite tired of leading such a dog's life on virtual web. Sometime comes when I say how ill-omened I was to be born here. I don’t know how I can express my feeling on a polished considerate manner; accept my apology for being foulmouthed but believe me it’s really a pain in the ass.

I don’t know where else to turn, it’s gonna wear me out; my downloading speed is 4kb, let alone uploading. Every single news agency is blocked, I must use an anti filter, and now this would slow down my downloading more. I’m totally worn out by these bullshits.

You know handling a blog through a dial up modem is an absolutely crazy affair in Iran; you’re self-consuming yourself on behalf of the others. In the first place when I established my blog, I had some great thoughts for it, I look at it in a Utopian way, but now in the middle, I found it compulsorily unattainable.

You know I ain’t gonna be such kind of a puny enfeebled man who would surrender under any kind of, umm you say it, anything anywhere anyhow. But you see, when it comes to internet, here in Iran, I confess that there is not much left I didn’t try, not much I can do. Yeah ,my hands up, I gave up. Umm I don’t know, but every now and then I think of how inciting I would be or it would be… let it alone.

It does gonna be my unreachable dream of life time to surf the web through an unblocked free high speed internet, It’s a pity how infantile my life dream became. Never do I imagine it, some day, not long ago, my dreamy wish was to be a space traveler. Ridiculous but I think I’m gonna look forward to seeing it throughout the whole life time and then kiss it goodbye in my funeral ceremony. F...

Khatami shaking hands with women!

2007-06-10T10:47:00.000-04:00

Yeah, that’s right! The video is here on youtube, it’s six minutes long and the shaking moment is on the 4^th and 5th minutes.

The link was released some 20 hours ago on balatarin, the Iranian digg. And by now some hundred guys have left noteworthy comments on it, they keep cursing, applauding and disputing Khatami’s right to shake hands with women, it’s really hot here.

You know I’m happy. Whenever a taboo is broken, no matter whatsoever it is, I am sure something good will happen, taboos are the outcome of deceased minds, the morbid or chicken-hearted thoughts who do not dare to live by themselves, who have not the courage to take off the guise of tradition, religion, morality, philosophy or whatever the damned thing is called. And I’m happy. I’m happy to see my truly president is breaking a 30year long taboo. Halleluiah.

p.s1: Picture’s source

P.s2: I posted my writing on digg, it would be my pleasure if you go there and vote for it.

2007-06-08T11:07:00.000-04:00

Petrol

2007-06-08T10:49:00.000-04:00

After the lengthy debate between the Government and parliament’s administrators, petrol is rationed. Some 100 litters per month for each car. I’ve heard of not disposing extra more petrol in its real cost in case of anybody wants to pay.
So, are you run out of fuel? Do you need to put some gas?
Yeah, you’d better take some spare gas for a rainy day, these days gas stations are extraordinary hot!
Yesterday I saw a line of automobile, I think one kilometer long, the folks keep waiting or counting the stars, I don't know. I was so lucky to have some gas on my car yesterday.

By the way, I’ve found an illustrative picture showing the cost of petrol all around the world, London is the most expensive, Norway, Germany and Hong Kong got the next, some six and half bucks per litter. Iran and Venezuela rank the cheapest, 0.33 per litter. States are somehow in the middle. Some 2 or 3 dollars.

So see where to gas up around the world? Wired suggest this summer’s bargain road trip.
Guess what? … Tehran to Abadan!!
But surely enough they miss to include accidental loss of life in our country’s roads! So take good care. Easy come, easy go.

2007-06-02T07:00:00.000-04:00

I'm back, see the pics:

Sahand

2007-05-29T22:24:00.000-04:00

The very first impression one gets of nature is its serenity, freshness and salubrious environment. A loving leisure you would not forsake.

You know sometime comes when you live by the rule of “it’s draining”, sometimes you wish you could lose the crowds and had your own tranquil rejoicing time. Yea, come on, it’s the nature who would refresh you. Thanks for its generosity and warm-heartedness.

Yea, enthusiastically as you see I am, and sure enough, here goes to be one of my unforgettable memorial of my all history!

Yea, I can’t stand it any more. I’m packed, backpacked. It ain't gonna be any daring troubling in any damn way. So you, you filthy world! Would you please get your dirty ass down and keep the noise even much more down? Can’t you sea I’m packed?

Yea, it is called Sahand, my heavenly fabulous peak in North West of Iran.

Hello Sahand! I’m on the way.

If you go away

2007-05-28T21:54:00.000-04:00

If you go away

On this summer day

Then you might as well,

Take the sun away.

All the birds that flew,

In the summer sky.

When our love was new

And our hearts were high

When the day was young

And the night was long

And the moon stood still

For the night birds song

If you go away, if you go away, if you go away...

But if you stay

I’ll make you a day

Like no day has been

Or will be again

We’ll sail the sun

We’ll ride on the rain

We’ll talk to the trees

And worship the wind

And if you go

I’ll understand

Leave me just enough love

To hold in my hand

If you go away, if you go away, if you go away…

If you go away

As I know you must

There’ll be nothing left

In the world to trust

Just an empty room

Full of empty space

Like the empty look

I see on your face

I'll be the shadow of your shadow

I thought it might have kept me

By your side.

If you go away, if you go away, if you go away…

But if you stay

I’ll make you a day

Like no day has been

Or will be again

We’ll sail the sun

We’ll ride on the rain

We’ll talk to the trees

And worship the wind

And if you go

I’ll understand

Leave me just enough love

To hold in my hand

If you go away, if you go away, if you go away…

It’s now 5:12 on Thursday dawn and I wonder how long it is since I’m listening to this.

Now I’m just saying hello.

Hello, hello my empty room, Hello my darkness. Hello my restless clock. Hello my everlasting lonely hours. Hello, hello to my so many songs, it won’t be sung. Hello my bitter taste of tears upon my tongue. Hello my fading black and white image of my past. Hello, hello my faithful blank page of uncommented blog.

I wish I could upload the song here, but I know it would just burden loading of my page

Song by Patricia Kaas. I will say more about her. I love it.

Balatarin

2007-05-27T21:50:00.000-04:00

Hurrah! Balatarin's administrator has made the SSL address: https://balatarin.info

As you know balatarin is the Iranian’s so-called digg. It is supposed to engross the links that was introduces by the reader’s feedbacks. The idea was initiated by mehdi zharf some months ago and was well received gladly welcomes by the mainstream blogsphere. You need not anymore roam about to catch anything eye-catching, just dash into the balatarin and now get the hold of anything worthwhile. Its cornerstone is based on the reader’s voting, any link that would catch higher votes comes up, that’s balatarin.

No exaggerating if we say that balatarin is the best, and I think the first, web2 based Iranian internet site.

But as was anticipated, no surprising of course, balatarin was filtered soon, but now comes the SSL address, I’m not sure but I think it can’t be filtered anymore by the hand of SSL protocols.

Ps1: Oops.. I’ve just got the point that it’s a month or so that the SSL version is at everyone’s disposal. Sorry to be that tardy.

Police brutality

2007-05-25T19:49:00.001-04:00

I'm absolutely fu.ked up.

p.s1: if the video doesn't work below, click here

p.s2: Just a tip to download and save the videos of youtube on your computer:

As you may know all the youtube videos are formatted as Flv (flash video). First of all you must download a Flv player, it’s free.

Then if you are using firefox as your browser, you can download an extension called video ook from here. It’s as easy as a single click.

First of all, to hell with the ones whom are not using firefox, but in case of internet availability in hell, they can download an orbit player from here.

sigh

2007-05-24T18:42:00.000-04:00

Every day that goes by, puts the rest of my fading hope, on the wane. I don’t know whether you will agree with me or not, but I really find everything overwhelmingly despondent. I feel that everything everywhere is wearing me down to my bone. Nothing would never ever excite me again. I found all my inspiring feelings lost; even a cursory glance of the daily news would drain me off my all energy. The saddest point is that it’s going to be August again and I would again find some of my friends gone.

I wonder how it is that I can’t even get to grips with my beloved physics. Sometimes I feel it going to be somehow a cumbersome piece of shit, I don’t know; hope it not to last long.

Police Voilence & Hunger Strike

2007-05-23T19:00:00.000-04:00

He has some shocking pics of police violence against the gangs, arrested but of course not tried.

I did NOT dare to publish it here.

Also include graphic scenes, viewer discretion is advised.

Also City boy has some pics of hunger strike at Amirkabir university.

IT Iran

2007-05-23T18:43:00.000-04:00

According to my previous post, I’ve just come across two non-irrelevant links in ITIran.com released in the past month. One announces that the price of internet bandboard in Iran is 7times more expensive than the world’s standard cost, and this results in the faint quality, and also low penetration of internet in Iran.

The other declares that Iran got demotion to the last rank of digitality! among 69 countries which was tested. Iran was the 59^th and 65^th on 2005 and 2006, but now degraded to the last one.

Among our neighbor, Saudi Arabia has the 46^th rank; Turkey got 42, Pakistan 62, Dubai 33 and Egypt 58^.

Internet's speed

2007-05-22T14:35:00.000-04:00

Ever since the advent of internet in Iran, some fifteen years ago, no even petty improve in the speed of internet, downloads or uploads, is seen. I wonder whether anybody anyhow in anyway would care about it. I’m now downloading at the snail’s pace of some 5Kbps or so. Bullshit.

You know it’s two day’s long since I’m downloading just an album song and it’s still going. Frankly speaking, it sucks.

Umm, I did find a comparison list of internet speed, due to my dear 1pezeshk, Indeed it was intended to show the low speed of internet in America, as the inventor of it, compared to other countries.

As the article says, the average broadband download speed in Japan is 61Mbps, compared to 45Mbps in South Korea, 18Mbps in Sweden, 17Mpbs in France, and 7 Mbps in Canada, and in America only 1.9Mbps.

As you may know, due to Iran’s administrator’s policy, no ISP is allowed to release an ADSL account more than 128kb

Sigh! I really got pissed off; I don’t wanna be an Iranian. How can I make it clear? In how many ways shall I make it clear? I’m really out of my mind. Did you get it? It meant 80 percent of household Japanese computers are connecting via a fiber network and downloading at the fucking speed of 60Mbps and now, here I’m happily sitting on my fucking chair, staring at my fucking computer, hoping it not to be filtered and wishing the songs to be finished at last. Hilarious.

Woman brutally beaten

2007-05-21T18:39:00.001-04:00

What the hell is going on here?

You know, it became a habit for us, Iranians, to expect some new disastrous tragedies every now and then, but this time I really found it difficult to believe.

As the Iranian women institute reports, according to the summer veil program, a group of police officers accosted a girl and interrogate her for immodesty, the girl had resisted and as you see in the pics she had involved into a gory quarrel.

Just look at the woman’s face, it’s unbelievable, it really drive me insane.

Beating a woman, to the very end of death, before the eye’s populace? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You bet your ass you’re going to be the next.

Masih has gathered the reactions on the blogsphere. As expected, the mainstream blogsphere is staunch in his informative missions.

Woman stoned to death

2007-05-19T05:10:00.000-04:00

Islamic Bicycles

2007-05-18T08:06:00.000-04:00

Is it really an unquestionable Islamic-based law that women must be covered upto every single part of their bodies?
It’s been awhile since I’m deeply absorbed into this question; consequently I did some googling and find this. I myself couldn’t interpret from the discussion whether it is an irrefutably religious rule to be obeyed by women or not, but at least what I caught was that it’s not such a firm rule, and some vague questions are still met no response.

Anyway, to cut the story short, Iran is to start manufacturing Islamic Bicycles. This innovative bike is going to have a special cabin to conceal the women’s body and is expected to encourage women’s tendency to have a safe and non-troubling biking.

As you may know, woman’s bicycle team was prohibited from attending the Asian-Olympic some weeks ago, just for the lack of their cabins.

I think the idea should be nominated for some noble prize at least, not to mention the Kharazmi’s festival, but I wonder whether it should be still called bicycle or maybe we ought to make up some other name, maybe cabcycle is fine, abbreviated for cabinet bicycles.

Anyhow, I eagerly look forward to see you, young ladies, in your cabcycles.

Wish the honey-cabcy! to have some flamboyant horn. Honey-horny, I mean.

Goodbye Mr. Negotiate!

2007-05-16T16:57:00.000-04:00

.No Negotiation, even relevant to Iraq

Hellooo Mr.Negotiate !

2007-05-16T09:06:00.000-04:00

Despite the fact that today’s administrators of government and parliament have put Iran’s reputation on the line of much crisis, both from outside and inside the country, it seems that the only chance of opening negotiations with US is in their hands. Just consider for a moment what would have been happened if Khatami would even think about it, let alone setting forth the discussion. But now in the holly-connected government it’s openly stated by the official spokesman of the ministry of foreign affair that

Iran

will negotiate with the US officials in the case of Iraqis and on the other hand Dick Cheney’s spokesman expresses his country’s welcome on the negotiation.

Also Elham, the government spokesman, says that he enjoys! American’s repentance.

Maybe we should anyhow appreciate the beginning of the negotiation after some thirty years long, but you know, I have somehow a pungent sense of aversion to this kind of discriminative reactions by mass media, Ayatollahs! and so on…

new censoring in Holy Qom!

2007-05-15T16:00:00.000-04:00

I have not the least idea of what to say! I’m going out of my mind, I just can’t decide either I shall laugh or cry. How is going to continue?

Yesterday I was searching some templates for my blog and I really got mixed up. To my sheer confusion I saw that any single site relevant to pictures, templates and logo… is filtered. How is to going to continue?

look at these pics, and one more question after all. I am really curious to know, what if somebody wants to take a peek from beneath. Do you happen to know whether they will use some barbed wires opposite the store to ban stooping down?

How is it going to continue after all?

Who knows? Who cares? …

With especial thanks to didehban for his perspicuous pics.

Martin Ramirez

2007-05-15T11:13:00.000-04:00

Having spoken of a handicapped scientist, I’ve just run into a psychotic artist! Martin Ramirez, a Mexican guy, who has spent 30 years oh his life in a psychiatric hospital, is now acclaimed by his innovative mesmerizing drawings. Having left his pregnant wife and his three children in Mexico City; he wanders in north California to find job but incapable of communicating with people there, he fell victim of depression in a mental clinic and here comes his unbelievable incipient of his fame. As you see in the pics, his depictions are framed in somehow vertical, horizontal, diagonal or simple curved lines and seem to stir up some sense of simplicity and at the same time ingenuity. here is more

Any way, morale of the story: Are you supposed to stand still with your hands in your pocket, staring my blog for nothing?! … Go get the hang of your own fortune. You’re not that unfortunate and it‘s not that late.

Stephen Hawking in Iran

2007-05-14T08:13:00.000-04:00

The most tenacious scientists of all era. You may know that professor Stephen Hawking can only hear, see and think. He can’t even talk, let alone moving his muscles. He has a very special computer, donated by Intel and updated every year, that can translate his thought.

Being handicapped for more than 40 years now, he is still one of the most hard working and influential physicists in the field of quantum gravity and cosmology.

And as you may know, Iran will be the 2007 host of the physics Olympiad in Isfahan and Stephen Hawking will be here then and may have some lectures in Sharif and Ipm.

Dr.Arfaii has more on Isna.

Hawking’s belief that the average person should have access to his work led him to write a series of popular science books in addition to his academic work. “A brief history of the universe” which also has been translated to Farsi is one of his best-sellers and popular books all around the world.

He has also experienced the complete sense of weightlessness in his interplanetary journey by Space Ship One last month! and going to repeat it on 2009. more is here.

Tulips

2007-05-13T09:23:00.000-04:00

It’s early Friday morning and it’s still late! I’ve got to take off, I pack my backpack and dash into the road and oops … somebody buzzes… I’m on the way, I say and now I’m at my swift pace.

Anyway I caught up with the buddies and now it’s me again on the early Friday morning in my beloved chaloos road, going as long as the road goes. Tree leaves waving in the breeze, and the sound of water… yea you can smell the freshness and serenity of this warm breezy day.

And when you reach Gachsar, you can’t believe your eyes, some ten thousand tulips are on your sight. Some red, white, yellow, orange, purple tulips are planted in such a pleasant manner that you just want to jump into them and die. Believe it or not I must say that nothing here resembles Iran! It really caught my eyes. Some photos here:

It's me again

2007-05-09T16:22:00.000-04:00

Yup, here greeting is from High on Emotion.

As of this moment I shall just announce that I hope it’s going to be my beloved faithful companion in my interminable lonely times and even more hope it to fill the doleful abyss inside my soul with something voluminous, no matter how. Just keep track of it’s jaunty. Umm is it that voluminous after all? Hope it to be, but anyway who cares?

And even more than that, I’m going to shake my leg, the cripple one, and take the damn Toefl. Due to that, this blog is going to be somehow a nowadays challenging desire to write in English and umm… also I can’t disregard the sheer fun of writing in a foreign language.

So as you see, this comes this type.

It would be my honor to be read, and have your comment here. From mentioning my egregious mistakes in English to explicating my immature thought of the gist.

I hope it to be not that bad, but as you know I need some time to get my head altogether so I hope you would wait up here for me, and umm… thanks a bunch for buying me some time here.

And by the way, I owe the title “High on Emotion” to Chris de burgh for his adorable song, see the lyrics.

Ok, I’m going to finish my first post, I’m not sure of it’s clearness but umm… I hope the helps.

2007-05-09T03:27:00.000-04:00

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