Archive - Feb 12, 2012

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by Enrique Santos Discépolo >>>

The Iranian Syndrome

Honestly, I don't know why I was surprised to see nothing much reported about the meeting of Iranian opposition "somewhere near Stockholm" last weekend. I should know better than to think that if in 33 God/Allah/Buddha forsaken years, we still haven't figured out if and how to oppose the child's play, no-brainer, Mother-of-all-opposables, why anyone would ever bother to report on a gathering of the top most 50 people in what you can only grudgingly call "The Iranian Opposition Groups">>>

Hoping to Unite Us for February 14, 2012 but I am failing

Yes it is pointless >>>

Can the U.S. Swallow Syria?

The Syrian armed opposition whose objective is to capture state power, not through elections, but by imposing a civil war on that country, is not independent from the United States and reactionary Arab regimes>>>

The Best Election Day Choices for Disgusted Voters

A look at best and worst options >>>

Open wounds of separation

‘A Separation’ is both modern and feminist. Farhadi’s endearing characters however, are neither. The film is modern in the way it takes responsibility off the shoulders of family, community, society, government, and foreign or supernatural powers, and smacks it squarely on the forehead of the individual – a cultural coup d’état for Iranians. In ‘A Separation’, it is the individual who makes – or, can make – bad choices, and it is mostly the individual who pays for the choices made – victimhood is discounted>>>

مرد ایده آل من

غرق خواندن پست‌های جدید در فیس‌بوک بودم که یکدفعه نام مسعود کیمیایی، کارگردان نام آشنای ایران، نگاهم را متوجه فیلمی به نام «محاکمه در خیابان» کرد. فیلم محصول سال ۱۳۸۷ بود و با جمله جالبی، معرفی شده بود: “دیدگاه مسعود کیمیایی، به مقوله ناموس و غیرت». به شدت کنجکاو شدم که فیلم را ببینم ومفهوم این دو کلمه را در ایران امروز که سال‌هاست از آن دورم مرور کنم>>>

Illegitimate Child

State of Israel currently suffers from Arab phobia, Palestinian phobia, Iran phobia, legitimacy phobia and a string of other phobias>>>

The Dance Class

One year my mother and father took ballroom dancing classes. There was no one to watch me at home since my brother was away at college, so they would take me along. They never felt comfortable in America in a way like it was theirs. But they didn't have to call it theirs to be happy. Whatever happened, they knew there was one other person who knew exactly how they felt being away from Iran>>>