Showing posts with label Blogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogs. Show all posts

10/07/2007

Abadan On My Mind

Photo by Amir Parstabar.
Our weather has turned cool. My feet are cold all the time now, and I have to wear socks, my least favorite item of clothing! I made my Sunday morning cup of tea, and sit here watching the steam making a pretty dance escaping the cup. I took care of chores yesterday. It was a solitary day for me, where by accident or by choice, I didn't get to talk to too many people.
Quite by accident I ran into a blog in Iran, and when I read its latest post, I felt good. The post is really a letter to Mayor of Abadan, asking him why Abadan has not been fixed and repaired in all the years since the war. It is an intelligent and responsible piece of writing, filled with love for Iran, without hate for anyone. I would like to think it would be the type of thing I would write if I were smart and brave enough. Alas, living outside Iran, many people believe that I don't have the right to write such a letter, even if I had the intelligence and courage! Well, I'm glad someone who lives inside Iran and went to visit Abadan recently wrote it. As many of you know by now, I am not from Gilan, Mazandaran, Khorasan, Boushehr, Abadan, Shiraz, Isfahan, Baluchistan, Azerbaijan, or most of the other cities and villages I write about. I am from Iran. I belong to all of Iran, and all of it belongs to me, regardless of what anyone might say to the contrary.
I continue my solitary weekend today, taking care of more things and doing some work for Peyk, clearing my plate. I hope you are having a peaceful day, too.

9/15/2007

Alessandra Dances To Sting's Bach

It's Friday, and I am so looking forward to the weekend, when I will finally get a chance to rest a little after keeping a very crazy schedule for a couple of weeks. This weekend I will attend a dinner party in honor of Dr. Zari Taheri, and will go to visit my sisters whom I have grossly neglected for a few weeks. I found this video clip in Nikhang Kowsar's blog a few days ago. It is such a beautiful clip. It is long (under 6 miutes), and the first 2.5 minutes are merely visual, but of incredible value. It shows a famous ballerina, Alessandra Ferri, getting ready to dance. Then Sting joins her and plays the "Prelude" from "Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major" by Johann Sebastian Bach on his guitar, to which the amazing ballerina dances. It is awesome. Watch her arches, that dance, and the expression on that beautiful face. It is truly mesmerizing to watch.

I wish you all a wonderful weekend, full of music, dance, laughter, and sleep! It's Ramadan, so to those of you who fast, ghabool basheh. Regardless of whether you are fasting or not, you can still confess your love to those you love! Do it! Some things in life never get boring. This is one of them. Be good y'all.

9/03/2007

Iranian.com Blog

I have a new post in my blog on Iranian.com. It's entitled Googling Iranian Style. Shobeir's post about people finding his blog searching for "Shajarian's Wife's Photo" reminded me that I had to finish this piece! Thanks Shobeir. P.S. Serendip reports that with all the serious material she posts on her blog, the most frequently searched and accessed post on her blog is the one covering Sofreh Aghd (the Iranian wedding ceremony spread)! I'm glad we don't take ourselves too seriously. I find all this delightfully funny! P.P.S. Do other bloggers have stories they might wish to share?

8/29/2007

Beautiful Boushehr

Palm tree bearing dates in Ehsan's aunt's backyard in Boushehr.
Ehsan is nostalgic about his hometown of Boushehr. Take a look at his blog and see for yourself. Another destination added to my list of things to do before I live a long life! Maybe we could all go together. Long and healthy live beautiful Boushehr, safe from ills and evils of this world.

8/24/2007

My Blog on Iranian.com

Here's something I wrote for the new Iranian.com, which will be unveiled this weekend. It's entitled: How I Became A Blogger.

8/10/2007

Friday Musings

It is Friday, and I want to talk about dance. In the years I lived in Iran, I went to see what could be seen of Iranian dance. Whereas musical concerts and plays were staged almost all year round, dance productions were no more than two or three a year. Dance, which is no longer called by its name, raghs, is now called “harmonious movements,” or harekat-e-mozoon, except in specaial cases must be staged as a part of a “play,” and is scrutinized and censored as an art form, where the music cannot be too exciting, the dance moves for women cannot be too fast, and there cannot be any “lewd” movements in the dance, and since many moves in Iranian dance contain kereshmeh, they cannot be included in the choreography, and will either have to be removed or the entire production will not receive permission to stage. Dancers, choreographers, and directors of dance productions are routinely harassed and monitored, many times arrested or barred from work, and in one case I know about, the entire cast of a dance performance were pulled off the stage and driven to detention on their opening night! Dance is a tricky business in Iran. If it is to give the expected excitement and joy to the audience, it must be choreographed and executed cleverly. With their limited expression and movement opportunities, I have seen extremely powerful dance productions on Iranian stage, where even sex has been depicted quite effectively, thanks to the creative choreographers and casts.
One of the choreographers whose productions I have attended is Farzaneh Kaboli. Herself an accomplished dancer, in recent years she has worked on producing and staging “plays” which are more than 90% “harmonious movements.” As a dancer she won many awards, and after the revolution, she set up her own dance school. She has a group of very talented dancers in her dance company, whom she trains for at least one production per year. Amidst serious adversity to her art of choice and much harassment to her as an individual, Farzaneh Kaboli continues to live, love, teach, and show Iranian dance. She is not losing hope. Why should we? Sorry, I don't have any video clips to show you, but if you go to Farzaneh Kaboli's webite, you can read about her, look at her gallery, and find out more for yourself. The above picture is from her gallery. If I'm not mistaken, it is from Fajr Theatre Festival of last year, and the picture was taken by Omid Salehi. (I wished people were more careful to credit their sources, especially where their intellectual property rights are involved. Anyhow, you can look at Omid's spectacular photography at that link).
A young Iranian blogger friend, Daisy, who is a student, an aspiring artist, and a gardener had left the clip of a very inspirational speech by Steve Jobs (of Apple, Inc.) on her blog (it's in English) which I am borrowing here. It is entitled Connecting the Dots. Once inside Youtube, the text for the speech can be viewed on the right side panel. Worth the 14 minutes, I thought. I wish you all a wonderful weekend, full of recreation and joy. Hug and kiss your friends and family and your lovers, and remember to say you love them as often as you can. I am a bit under the weather, and wonder now whether I will be able to make the many engagements I have lined up for the weekend. If I do anything interesting, I will let you know! Be good Y'all.

The New Iranian.com

Some of you may know that Iranian.com has been going through a transformation. In keeping with the new wave of internet publishing, Iranian.com has been undergoing changes to make its content and software capabilities more up-to-date and easier to access. As a part of this new look, for example, readers are now able to publish their comments online immediately after reading an article. Another exciting new feature of the internet magazine is its "Blogs" section, where bloggers can each have their own space to publish posts, where Iranian.com audiences all over the world will have access to them. This is a very exciting new feature for me, as I am honored to be a part of the blogging team on Iranian.com. At this time we are experimenting with the new technology, as the Blogs section of new Iranian.com will also allow Farsi capabilities. Several of my blogger friends, such as Ala Hazrat Haj Agha, Bayramali, and Baloot will also be accompanying me in the new space among others. Of course each of us will continue to blog wherever we are, and will participate in this endeavor in addition to our current blogs. Here is the as yet un-announced new Iranian.com's site, and here's where the Blogs are, and here's where I blog. Go take it for a test run. I think you will be impressed with Jahanshah Javid's labor of love, Iranian.com. And please do remember where you heard it first!

7/31/2007

Promise of Life

This is a 17-month-old baby boy’s hand, as he gets ready to play with his mother in Tehran. Can you see the promise of new experiences and adventures of life in it? The hand belongs to Shaya, who is Mana’s son. Mana is a young Iranian woman who chronicles her thoughts and experiences in her blog. I found her through Mrs. Shin’s blog, another educated Iranian mother and a writer, about whom I have written before. I go visit young mothers’ blogs all the time, not so much for the nostalgia, but somehow to reassure myself that the new generation of Iranian mothers is doing all the right things in raising their children, as that country’s future rests in their collective hands. When Iranian mothers teach their children social responsibility, love and respect for the environment, interest in reading as a cornerstone for understanding and dialogue, proper communication skills to have those dialogues, and respect for human rights, Iran will become a better place. I believe the future of every nation rests in the hands, hearts, and souls of its women as nurturers of that nation as its mothers, sisters, daughters, wives and friends. From what I see in Mana, Shin, and their other friends in Tehran, and what I see in people like Nimeh Shab in the US, I’m glad to report that we are in good hands and on our way. Sitting here imagining that future makes me so happy all of a sudden.

7/25/2007

Scattered Thoughts on My 200th Post

  1. By tomorrow morning, my family will start leaving. No more about that subject.
  2. Projects at work are taking a good shape and it feels good to get some long-standing commitments off my desk. I will also be learning some new project management software, and I’m excited about that.
  3. My Persian Poetry class starts in Berkeley tonight, but I will miss the first class. I am so excited about starting next week. I will tell you about it in more detail soon.
  4. Does anyone know whether Akbar Ganji will have any lectures in Berkeley soon?
  5. I have finally finished my sad short story. I cried and worked on it, and it is finally finished. You will see it soon (I leave you no choice, do I?).
  6. I am such a fortunate woman! I have interviewed someone really fabulous, and this weekend I will start transcribing my notes and writing that piece. I hope I can do the extraordinary story of this man’s life justice in putting it into writing. You can help me by telling me whether you think I should put it into a “story format” which is my preferred style of writing, or this time I should keep it in the “interview format,” which is more formal and therefore more serious. Your opinion is so important to me.
  7. I will resume going to the Kiarostami movies this weekend, after everyone has left and my weekends go back to their boring shape! Of course this weekend we are celebrating a very special blogger’s birthday, and we will probably have a little more fun that usual.
  8. I am feeding my family our “goodbye dinner” tonight. We will have hamburgers and barbequed vegetables, as everyone is a little tired of all the serious food they have eaten over the past two weeks! I must run now to go prepare that dinner.

7/21/2007

A Wedding Invitation

با تاییدات خداوند متعال به میمنت و شادمانی جشن عقد کنان دوشیزه آذر و آقای ه زیباترین شب زندگی خود را جشن میگیرندتا آنرا به بیادماندنی ترین سپیده عمر متصل نمایندومنتظر حضور شما سروران و عزیزان در این ضیافت شادی و موعد شیرین وصال هستندتا حلاوت آن را با شماتقسیم کنند. از کلیه دوستان عزیز بلاگی ٬ مجازی٬ خوانندگان و کلیه اهالی محترم وبلاگستان دعوت به عمل میایید تا در این رخداد خجسته شرکت کرده و با هوا کردن پست جدید٬ کامنت٬ نامه برقی و... شادی و شیرینی این مراسم را دوصدچندان فرمایند. تاریخ : بيست و نهم تیرماه ۱۳۸۶ آدرس : وبلاگستان - وبلاگ آذرستان دوستان و خانواده های : آذرستان -راننده ترن -اعلی حضرت حاج آقا -بایرامعلی -از برکلی -خانم حنا -سرزمین رویایی -یغورت - حاجی واشنگتن - مدیریت شرکت خدماتی هاذر(مسئولیت نامحدود)- سندیکای لوکوموتیو رانان - نیروی انتظامی تهران بزرگ - شهرداری تهران- خانواده محترم رجبی-سندیکا وبلاگ نویسهای تهران - اتحادیه وبلاگنویسان کالیفرنیا و حومه - انجمن بلاگرهای مقیم ژاپن- وبلاگ نویسهای مقیم اسپانیا - بلاگ نویسهای مقیم دی سی و همچنین اهالی و ساکنان وبلاگستان فارسی و سایر دوستان از نورچشمی های عزیز بعدا پذیرایی خواهد شد!!! چاپ صلاحی - میدان بهارستان

6/30/2007

Art Happens In Tuscany

I didn’t want to post anything this weekend, but I couldn’t resist this photograph and wanted you all to see it, too! My unmet blogger friend, Tameshk, is traveling in Italy this summer. Roja is a graduate Art History & Criticism student at Brooklyn College, CUNY, and lives in Princeton, New Jersey. This is a picture she has posted in her blog, and I post it here with her permission. It is so clear an artist took this picture! This is an amazing photograph. If you click on it to enlarge it, you will see an incredible depth to the picture. All at once, it shows the cobblestone road behind Tameshk, Tameshk herself, the sidewalk leading to the shop, the shop window, and inside the shop in vivid detail. Additionally, I believe it’s an amazing photograph, because it appears that the picture at once shows history spanning hundreds of years, with Roja, her red headscarf, and her Birkenstocks representing the here and now! I wish Roja the best of luck and happiness this summer. She is another of her generation with very special qualities. She is an artist, a poet, a writer, a self-trained chef, and a beautiful young woman with a heart of gold. She blogs in English.

6/28/2007

Alkhas for Touka

In one of his latest posts in his blog, Touka Neyestani talks of his love and respect for the famous Iranian Assyrian painter, Hannibal Alkhas, as an artist and as a teacher. The latest post is of Mr. Alkhas' immediate reply email to Touka. Some other day, I will talk about Mr. Alkhas and his special and unique brand of design and painting. I will also talk about his poetry, and about what a nice man everyone says he is. For now and today, I want to dedicate this post to Touka, himself an accomplished architect, cartoonist, illustrator, and design artist, as today he is the proud owner of an Alkhas painting! These are my small Alkhas sketches which the Master did in Berkeley in 2001. They adorn my office wall, bringing me joy and pride on a daily basis. On one he says: "A few spots + a few lines = A sketch." On the other one, he says: "Who said only symmetry is beautiful?"

Rahnavard's Khastegari...

My friend in Tehran, Rahnavard (The Traveler), who blogs in Farsi, is a very sweet and intelligent young woman, an engineer, and a capable writer. Today she has a funny post about "Khastegari," or the introduction ceremony of marriage suitors in Iran. I continue to be mesmerized with how little these customs have changed over time! Take a break from all that bothers you and read it, it's funny! If you can't read Farsi and feel really compelled to know what this is about, leave me a comment and I'll translate it for you. P.S. While you are in her blog, take a look at her 14 Ordibehesht post, a poem called Yaghi (the rebel) which is fabulous, too.

6/19/2007

Say It Isn't So....

Asieh Amini, a women's and children's rights activist in Tehran, says in her blog that two people will be stoned in Iran on Thursday. My heart weeps. ........... Update: Wednesday, June 20th, 2007 P.S. I am happy to hear that the stoning scheduled for Thursday has been suspended, according to Fars News Agency. Independent of my beliefs against capital punishment, I think this barbaric method of execution must be eliminated from Iranian judicial system. So long as stoning is an allowable punishment in Iranian law books, judges will issue stoning sentences all over Iran, and they will be carried out in public or in private; therefore to end it, it must be eliminated from Iranian laws. Even when eliminated from the law books, the fact that it has happened as many times as it has in Iran over the past three decades will present the least proud moments of our country's history.

6/18/2007

A Human Catastrophe In The Making

P.S. Latest on the subject: Siamak Ghassemi, Mehrvarzi baraye hameye Iranian; Shargh Newspaper Report .
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A human catastrophe of the most devastating dimensions is taking place in Sistan and Baluchestan provinces of Iran. Earlier this month, Gono, a tropical storm hit Oman and swept through Sistan & Baluchestan, creating floods and havoc, destroying roads, restricting transportation into and out of the area, disrupting daily life, leaving the area vulnerable to diseases. In the wake of Gono, 350,000 people are now threatened with Malaria and Cholera, as well as other diseases and disasters. Drinking water is at best available for only 30% of the population. Management of emergency assistance has always been a problem in Iran, judging from the horrific conditions of earthquake victims of recent time. With the disappearance and obstruction of roads in the area, however, even the slow emergency assistance cannot reach the region to be of use. Dissemination of news about the tragedy has also been scant and weak, as the state-owned Iranian radio and television (IRIB) have mostly kept quiet about the extent and depth of the disaster, and the imminence of more complications, escalating by the minute. In fact many people inside Iran are not aware of the details and proportions of this unfolding tragedy.
Independent journalists have started a spontaneous campaign to raise awareness about the calamity and to ask other Iranian journalists and webloggers all over the world to disseminate news about this, a tragedy that if unmanaged is threatening all of Iran with the spread of Cholera and Malaria. Please read the related material and spread the news. More information about how to help is being researched and will follow soon.
Read: Fars News Agency: Cholera and Malaria threaten the lives of 350,000 people hit with the storm in the region; Karim Arghandehpour’s Weblog: Bani adam azaye yek yekdigarand; Abbas Abdi, Shargh Newspaper, Sokoote khabari, chera? ;Seyed Abolhasan Mokhtabad’s Weblog: Keh ta nagah ze yekdigar namanim;Hanif Mazroee’s Weblog: Sistan o Baluchestan ra daryabim;Taravat Website: Ma va Gono Reza Bavafa Weblog: Seil e jonoob e ostan;Radio Zamaneh: Khatare Shioo e vaba va Malaria dar manateghe toofanzadeh
This article was published in Iranian.com this morning. If you are a blogger, please spread the word, and leave me the link to your post so that it can be shared with the journalists in Iran. Help in any way you can. Thank you.

6/15/2007

My Iranian and American Marvels This Week

Heather Rastovac in 2005
This was a good week for me. Life returned to relative normalcy for me and my family, and I visited many wonderful new and old friends. Yesterday I met a fascinating young Iranian mother who is an educated engineer, and also a successful blogger. She and her wonderful baby, Arman, were one of my finds this week. Having lunch and interesting conversation with this articulate and thoughtful young woman on a sidewalk in Berkeley, it felt like I had known her forever. I continue to be in awe of this generation of young Iranians. I also had the good fortune of meeting a remarkable young American woman last weekend. Heather Rastovac is a resident of Seattle, Washington, and is an artist of Middle Eastern dances. She is also a human and women’s rights activist. I saw her as she was getting ready to leave on a long trip to Tajikistan, Tunisia, and Sicily, researching her work. Her blog introduces her this way: “She engages in extensive studies of Middle Eastern culture, languages, music, poetry, religion and women's issues. She is currently pursuing a degree in Cultural Anthropology and Persian language at the University of Washington, and plans to obtain a Master's Degree in Dance Ethnology. Heather has traveled extensively and has visited Morocco, Afghanistan, Turkey, and the Mediterranean for cultural studies.” She traveled to Afghanistan in 2006 with the human rights delegation, “Women Making Change” to focus on Afghan women’s issues. I share with you the image of Heather, performing a traditional Persian Dance. Aside from her charm and talent, I found Heather to be a beautiful human being. Her humanity makes me proud. I wish her a safe and fruitful journey this summer. I hope the weekend is full of joy and rest for you all. Be good to yourselves and to those around you. Empty your minds of bad thoughts and fill them with hope. Trust me, hope is a very good thing, necessary for overcoming the pains and evils of this world. The best thing about hope is that it’s free, much like all the good things in life. All it takes is you!

5/25/2007

Little Tajik Boy Dances.....

I am off for the weekend, excited to be seeing members of my family after a long time. I found my way to the blog of a dancer who lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and specializes in Tajik, Afghan, Uzbek, and Iranian dances. Her name is Aliah Najmabadi. I leave you with an image from her blog, showing an artist family in Badakhshan who are performing music, where the solo dance is performed by a very young Tajik boy. Don't you think that little boy's pose and facial expression is priceless? It is so clear that however he was taught, he has learned to understand and feel dance in his little body and soul! It is so touching to look at that concentration on his face. For all the affinity I feel for Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, and Afghanistan as neighbors who share so much in culture, language, and history with Iran, I feel awful that life in those countries must be marred by consistent violations of human rights. Take a look at this article. When will we be free? I hope you relax over the weekend, and feel close to those you love. I hope angels kiss your eyes to dream good dreams, as I used to wish for my children every night! I hope there is respite from war and evil at least over the next few days. Have a good weekend.

Blogger's Game: Significant People

Well, honored as I am to have been invited by Leva, I now realize what a tough assignment this is! People who have affected my life in profound ways are: Thirty eight people in my immediate family, starting with my parents, who present the mosaic of my identity, all that it is and has become. Mrs. Kamali, my grade school principal, who would take me out of the line to give me a merit (karte sad afarin) on Saturdays for my scholastic achievements, and would again pull me out of the same line on Thursday, to hit my little hands with a wooden ruler (with metal siding), for having misbehaved. She taught me to hate school, studying, discipline, and unearned authority. To this day I am convinced the song “Bad Teacher,” (Moalleme Bad) by Ebi was based on her. I learned from her to hold and kiss children’s hands, respect children and young people, and to give them encouragement and hope because they hold the future in their hands and hearts. Mrs. Javaheri, my seventh grade English teacher, who insulted me because I couldn’t make out the English alphabet, poking mean fun at me, driving me to work day and night to learn English in Tehran, to teach her and myself a lesson or two in a short nine months, and then through the rest of my life. Ali Moussavi Garmaroodi, my eighth grade composition teacher, who taught me to read significant books, and encouraged me to write, write, and write. He provided me with the outlet that has saved my sanity throughout my life—I wished I could say the same for those who have to read my writings! My brother-in-law, who gave me my first job at 15, helping me realize that I can work and not need to be financially supported by anyone else. Sohbatollah Khan, (The Saraidar), the Kurd building caretaker of a company I worked for in Tehran as a young woman. He taught me that commitment in a relationship (in his case marriage), is a very good thing. My friend, Mandana, who is one of the most unusual people I have ever met. She is bright, well-read, and a deep thinker. Above and beyond her many intellectual capabilities, however, she has the most unwavering set of values, an open mind, and a heart of gold. Mandana is the kind of friend everyone should hope to have. With her, even during my darkest days, I have never felt alone. From her, I keep trying to learn how to be a woman of my times with love, honor, and integrity. My friend, Linda, who has taught me all I know about American life, values, lingo, and heart. An unnamed woman in Mashad. Some day I will write on this woman in more detail. For now, I tell you that she is a mother of four sons and two daughters. All her sons served during the Iran-Iraq war, one of them was killed, one of them returned 70% disabled from his injuries during the war, and one of them came back with mental disabilities as a result of his tour of duty. Her son-in-law was also killed in the war. She taught me strength and hope. Nargess Khanoom, a woman in the village of Ghassemabad Olya on the border of Mazandaran and Gilan, from whom I learned that among all the darker things we see and feel in our fellow countrymen, there are bright beacons of light and hope, trained not by schools and universities or books, but through circumstances that could pull a woman out of a corner, and put her in a prominent place in her family and her community, commanding respect from all. Nazanin, a woman I met at a barbeque party in the Bay Area, during some of the darkest days of my life. Despite her chic and modern appearance (very gherty), in contrast to what a clergy might look like and say, on that day she reminded me that when we believe in God, we don’t have to worry about every little detail of our lives, and that some of that heavy burden can be left to God to carry for us. My life changed after meeting her, I believe. Sheila Williams, a woman who gave me my first job in the US, trusting me, and believing that the shy foreign student she had in her charge, could do things even that young woman didn’t know she could do. Two men who helped me run the gamut of feelings and experiences in relationships. Though my overall evaluation of both of them is not very high, more so in retrospect, I cannot deny the profound impact they have had on my life. Enough said. One hundred young Iranian men and women who worked with me during the fourteen years I lived in Iran, for teaching me a thing or two about the new generation of Iranians, their strengths, their weaknesses, their hopes, and their fears; for teaching me when I felt lost and displaced that Iran is mine and I am Iran’s, and that to sweat blood for a cause as dear as building hope for it, was a worthwhile effort which paid for itself in joy through and through. Young Iranian journalists, who are intelligent, wise, and brave, teaching me every day of my life that thought cannot be erased, suppressed, or stopped even through imprisonment, torture, and accusations, even when there is no newspaper in which to write, even when people fear reading the things they write, even when the day looks darker than the darkest nights. Hossein Mokhtari, Mohammad Jafar Pouyandeh, Dariush and Parvaneh Foroohar, and the other victims of serial killings of intellectuals in Iran, and Akbar Ganji, whose lives and deaths and near-deaths have helped me find new understanding and hope in the future of Iran. My list is not complete, but I believe there is a representation of the hundreds of people whose good and bad acts have touched me and have made me ponder and act in the best ways I knew how. My life would be a lot less, and less meaningful, if I hadn’t known each and every one of them. Now I would like to invite Mrs. Shin, Tameshk, Rahnavard, Peyvand Khorsandi, and Yek Negah to the game.

5/24/2007

Bloggers' Game

Sweet Leva has invited me to participate in the newest Iranian bloggers' game. I am honored and touched, as I have never been invited to any such thing! For those of you who don't know how this works, a blogger (has to be one of the better-established ones for people to pay attention), thinks of a new game, writes the question, answers it, and then invites several others to answer the same question. Except for the first person, no one can participate in this game, unless they are invited (very classist). Once invited, most bloggers oblige. Blog audiences also keep tabs on who got invited and usually make a point of reminding bloggers that they have been invited to participate. The game which was done over the Winter Solstice (Shabe Yalda, the longest night of the year, an event celebrated by Iranians with many different rituals), for example, asked bloggers to name five "facts" about themselves that nobody else knew before. Or, the one before this, was to look at each blogger's "wish list." So, this time, the question is: Name people who have had significant influence in your life. I thank Leva for her kind invitation, and will oblige soon. Oh boy, I feel like I am preparing a speech for my OSCAR award! Hahaha!

5/22/2007

From Tameshk's Blog

Venus On Hafte Tir Square Crushed, smashed Then vanished from my chest This pain that grows in me I turned a page or two Looking for a relief in words foreign to my soul I looked for you In the greenish ink you’ve never written me with What I had in me of you was a pain A flaming pain in black And not Orange as you had always wished. Not orange like freedom But black like me Oh my! Oh my! Am I ever going to be free? Oh my!Am I ever going to be? Then When it comes I will call myself the most beautiful names you have ever imagined Then When it is to beI will color myself the most enchanting colors you have ever wished Then I will be me!