Archive - Jul 22, 2008

Ayatollah Khomeini's lover-letter to his wife

Answering Machine with Persian Poems (real cool)

Answering Machine with Persian Poems >>>

Wordy Rappinghood (Tom Tom Club)

This is a classic from Tom Tom Club, 1981.>>>

The many lies of John McCain.

For anybody who still doesn't realize that the "straight talk express" made a wrong turn and ended up at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with a huge explosion, watch this.>>>

Video: Sofreh Khaneh Sonnati Khayyam

About 200m south of the Khayyam Metro station and opposite the Imamzadeh Seyyed Nasreddin Mosque (look for the dome), this beautifully decorated restaurant is an oasis amid the chaos of the bazaar area. Originally part of the mosque, the 300-year-old building was separated when Khayyam St intervened. It was restored in 2002. >>>

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خاوران آسمان روشن چو سیم

جانفزا گردیده دمهای نسیم

دیده گان چشمه ساران پر ز آب 

آبها در در جویباران پر شتاب >>>

نماز فارسی من,ملايه با حال سلسبيل و بچه بازا

خلاصه هفت هشت سالم بود نميدونم فضايه اروم و روحانی مسجد بود  يا تکيه رفتن و شربت الو و قيمه مفت کار دستمون داد و نماز خون  روزه بگيرشدم و چرت همسايه هايه  محله رو باعربده  اذ ون هايه  بی موقع ظهر می پروندم و فحش بی پدر مادر نصيبم  >>>

Two sides of a coin

It might seem like the US consul setting up shop in Iran is only going to help those who need visas to avoid having to go to Dubai anymore. But as small overtures always do, they end up becoming far more than they started out to be. This time there seems to be a huge wave of good karma pointed at this latest ray of hope. On one side you have the legitimizing effect of giving one of the most brutal and murderous empires Persia ever had, regional credibility, and the tough admission that the US policy of isolation for the past 30 years, was wrong>>>

Ciudad Juarez: the undiscovered

It was a sweltering hot day in July, perfect for a stroll by the beach with a cold beer in hand and, shit, there I was instead at Department X receiving instruction for my next assignment – to kill a gringo in San Diego, without knowing, or asking, why and what his sins were. My boss corrected me when I said that I thought my job was limited to going after our bad guys here in Mexico. “This is a top priority, I ‘ve got orders from the very top, you know what that means?” I actually didn’t and seeing that I was shaking my head negatively, he elaborated, “that means national security stupid. So don’t waste my time any more and get on with it, the reputation of this whole department is on the line now, so don’t disappoint me.”>>>

Those days

If Afghanistan is the poorest country in the world and Nigeria the most religious, our community was like Afghanistan inhabited by white Nigerians! With the exception of a few, our neighbors were not monetarily any better off than we were. Most other houses were not any fancier than ours. Privacy had no safeguard in our community, personal and confidential information could be disclosed routinely. We used to know almost everything about our immediate neighbors from garlic to onion so to speak. At the other side of our house lived two families in the same house, a brother, Mashdi Esmaeel, in his sixties, with his wife and many kids in one side and his sister, Fatemeh Sultan with her kids on the other. >>>