Archive - Mar 14, 2011 - Article

Do we need hemayat?

It might be worth our while to pay closer and for once unbiased attention to the United States and its policy toward Iran. We’d see that as with the Mossadeq episode, as with the pre- and post-Islamic Revolution of 1979, as with the turmoil following the fraudulent presidential elections of June 2009, this policy, when it exists at all, is muddled and pulling in different directions. The White House, State Department, CIA, experts and analysts inside and outside the government, all come up with different and contradictory conclusions>>>

Where is USrael?

When we were kids we were all asked by our teachers or parents or friends where a specific country was and if we had good knowledge about its history, geography, etc. Even as grown-ups, we have been faced with these questions. If we did not know the country, then we asked for clues. So I want to ask you where is USrael? I bet you have never heard of such a county. Am I right? So I’ll give you more clues to see if you can point it out on the map of the world>>>

Eid Didani ba Skype

In October 2003, I wrote an article about how the world is changing, how the information era is making what we perceived as normal life become obsolete. No more walks to the grocery store, online shopping has taken over Mr Petal shops and Amazon is the way to go, (oh hell where I am they deliver a can of coke with a phone call…for Free!). The change is so vast that we are seeing classic symptoms; regimes collapsing; Old orders retreating; Essential commodity costs rocketing, and earthquakes telling us as men we are certainly not the super power. By the time we reach the equinox, on March 21 god knows where we maybe!>>>

Newspapers & Cigarettes

Kal-Abbas is mad. Stark naked, like the day he was born, he runs out of his tattered house into the street, hollering at the top of his lungs. He curses at the people, as they try to get out of his way. When he sees women, Kal-Abbas stands still, leering. They scream and run away, holding on tighter to their chadors. He yells and runs after them, schlepping his bare feet over the hot & dusty asphalt. The neighborhood kids stop playing ball and follow him, laughing and screaming: “Divooneh! Divooneh !” Kal-Abbas beats his chest and wiggles his wrinkled penis, repeating: “Divooneh! Divooneh!”>>>

The Master

When I first heard Tara Kamangar perform with the Oakland Symphony Orchestra I had a feeling that she would soon be invited back on the same stage. As it turned out, the next time I heard her perform, Kamangar was not a behind a grand piano locked in a precise and passionate embrace with a Rachmaninoff piece; the versatile concert musician was improvising gypsy-jazz with a fiddle tucked under her chin, accompanying the group Kiosk. This March 18, Kamangar will be back on the Oakland Symphony stage, this time the young master has a Beethoven concerto under her piano fingers>>>

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