Every time I am short of words and have not much to say, I am gonna let the others do the talking and use their song lyrics fill out the space, so here's one for the start; an off-the-top-of-my-head translation of an old love song dedicated to someone special out there
Note. This is something I did at work at the peak of boredom, I know it''s kind of cheezy but I give it a shot anyway
I will put the mountains on my shoulders
I will dress up for every war
I will take away waves from the sea
I will melt all the rocks
I will bring moon into the house
I will capture the wind
I will count all the sands of the eartch...grain by grain
If only
If only your eyes ask me to
These are [just] nothig to do
I will carry the world [on my shoulders]
I will die 100 times a day
I will remove the starts [from the heaven] and hold it in front of your eyes
Your eyes are the pride of the world
Your eyes are the dearest things
If you want, I will not even let anyone set eyes on you
If only
If only your eyes ask me to
These are [just] nothig to do
Sunday, April 19, 2009
What is love
"Kärlek handlar om att ständigt förlåta och bli förlåten - Love is to constantly forgive and be forgiven."
1 month's posts in 1
1.
One month of silence caused by some "minor/major" incidents and above all, lack of inspiration. In other words, I basically let my brain to surf freely on the waves of sloth (oh I am so disgustingly poetic now!) and it felt...well...I don't know...not that bad! However, I have to admit that I have been dealing with a little bit of guilt, thinking I should be doing something (else?), be somewhere else but hey, I guess we all have that tickling, one way or another, throughout our trivial lives, right?
2.
I find myself again in a place that I was 4 years ago and I feel...simply apathetic! and don't ask me why cuz I simply don't know! Man...it sure was a b--ch getting here...almost 30 hours door-to-door, 2 hrs on the train, ca 15 hrs waiting at different airports, 10 hrs flight, ca 3 hrs bus ride...still quite short of my all time record of 52 hrs on the bus but almost equally exhausting.
3.
I have recently reached new horizons in the Cuban cigars...amazing stuff...thanks to "Che...The movie" which by the way is really great movie...thanks Steven Soderbergh! I have got to analyze that sometime, for the moment, I just enjoy watching it. I was smoking these stuff before but not to this latitude I guess. I have to come back to this more in the future.
4.
It takes more than one hell of determination for me to finish Marquez' classic "100 years of solitude"...I have started it but I am struggling with my laziness.
5.
"Hero no more!"
I have been banging my head really hard trying to understand why my former hero did that...that destructing rage...man he had failed before, just exactly when I needed him to be the strongest, the most discrete but he failed back then (under that pressure) and left me disappointed deeply. For about 2 weeks I was devastated and everything had shattered to small pieces but fortunately, things turned for the good much faster than what I expected and I was temporarily relieved. I guess despite that saying "Le temps détruit tout - Time destroys everything", the time did some good at the end of the day. Je ne sais pas...je ne sais plus...
6.
Montreal doesn't feel much like Canada, it's more of big french town other than Paris than a big city in Canada. The food has been great so far though...period.
One month of silence caused by some "minor/major" incidents and above all, lack of inspiration. In other words, I basically let my brain to surf freely on the waves of sloth (oh I am so disgustingly poetic now!) and it felt...well...I don't know...not that bad! However, I have to admit that I have been dealing with a little bit of guilt, thinking I should be doing something (else?), be somewhere else but hey, I guess we all have that tickling, one way or another, throughout our trivial lives, right?
2.
I find myself again in a place that I was 4 years ago and I feel...simply apathetic! and don't ask me why cuz I simply don't know! Man...it sure was a b--ch getting here...almost 30 hours door-to-door, 2 hrs on the train, ca 15 hrs waiting at different airports, 10 hrs flight, ca 3 hrs bus ride...still quite short of my all time record of 52 hrs on the bus but almost equally exhausting.
3.
I have recently reached new horizons in the Cuban cigars...amazing stuff...thanks to "Che...The movie" which by the way is really great movie...thanks Steven Soderbergh! I have got to analyze that sometime, for the moment, I just enjoy watching it. I was smoking these stuff before but not to this latitude I guess. I have to come back to this more in the future.
4.
It takes more than one hell of determination for me to finish Marquez' classic "100 years of solitude"...I have started it but I am struggling with my laziness.
5.
"Hero no more!"
I have been banging my head really hard trying to understand why my former hero did that...that destructing rage...man he had failed before, just exactly when I needed him to be the strongest, the most discrete but he failed back then (under that pressure) and left me disappointed deeply. For about 2 weeks I was devastated and everything had shattered to small pieces but fortunately, things turned for the good much faster than what I expected and I was temporarily relieved. I guess despite that saying "Le temps détruit tout - Time destroys everything", the time did some good at the end of the day. Je ne sais pas...je ne sais plus...
6.
Montreal doesn't feel much like Canada, it's more of big french town other than Paris than a big city in Canada. The food has been great so far though...period.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Cornell said
"And to be yourself is all that you can do, yeah
(All that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can do
(All that you can do)"
(All that you can do)
To be yourself is all that you can do
(All that you can do)"
Monday, March 9, 2009
The Poll
What if I stop this nonsense and start my radio own program?
I have been thinking about this idea for a very long time, particularly when I am on my way to work listening to my music and thinking about how many crappy radio programs are out there with indefinite airtime and fat commercial sponsors and yet, they all play the junk main stream music over and over again and when they talk, they are so full of it that make any sane (or insane for that matter) human being sick as a dog, so empty, so meaningless, pure trash! and I am thinking, hey, I consider myself pretty knowledgeable in the music, I mean, how many kids out there start "listening" to music at age 8? and how many of them start doing that by listening to "Lick it up"? Here, I feel indebted to pay a massive respect to my brother who has been my true Imam when it comes to music and who set the path to my salvation in his prophetical way. If I start my radio program and just play the music that I like best and respect most, I'm sure there are people out there who appreciate that, I should not be the only one whose just sick and tired of all these parasite like DJs everywhere filling our valuable airtime and I am not that novice neither, I have been DJ at several occasions (not to mention some to be "looking so precious!") and at the end, I have not heard a single complaint, everyone was happy with the outcome and enjoyed my taste!
So here the idea: Just my favorite music, no bullshit, that's it.
In order to test that, I put up this poll for whoever reads this blog, I know there aren't that many but anyway, just to see how it goes. I am going to encourage all the people who know me and know my taste to vote, it might as well be that nobody gives a tiny "f" which is OK because that would save my a lot of trouble, maybe I even start something like podcast or something should the demand turns out to be high...on vera!
I have been thinking about this idea for a very long time, particularly when I am on my way to work listening to my music and thinking about how many crappy radio programs are out there with indefinite airtime and fat commercial sponsors and yet, they all play the junk main stream music over and over again and when they talk, they are so full of it that make any sane (or insane for that matter) human being sick as a dog, so empty, so meaningless, pure trash! and I am thinking, hey, I consider myself pretty knowledgeable in the music, I mean, how many kids out there start "listening" to music at age 8? and how many of them start doing that by listening to "Lick it up"? Here, I feel indebted to pay a massive respect to my brother who has been my true Imam when it comes to music and who set the path to my salvation in his prophetical way. If I start my radio program and just play the music that I like best and respect most, I'm sure there are people out there who appreciate that, I should not be the only one whose just sick and tired of all these parasite like DJs everywhere filling our valuable airtime and I am not that novice neither, I have been DJ at several occasions (not to mention some to be "looking so precious!") and at the end, I have not heard a single complaint, everyone was happy with the outcome and enjoyed my taste!
So here the idea: Just my favorite music, no bullshit, that's it.
In order to test that, I put up this poll for whoever reads this blog, I know there aren't that many but anyway, just to see how it goes. I am going to encourage all the people who know me and know my taste to vote, it might as well be that nobody gives a tiny "f" which is OK because that would save my a lot of trouble, maybe I even start something like podcast or something should the demand turns out to be high...on vera!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Training day
is a movie made in 2oo1 played by Denzel Washington and Ethan Hawke. Hawke (Jake Hoyt) plays a LA police officer who wants to enroll in as a Narcotics officer. He has to go through approximately 24 hours of training from a veteran Narcotics officer named Alonzo Harris (Washington) who has a nasty reputation. As the day unfolds, Jake gets to know the real sides of Alonzo's questionable work ethic and ...
The story itself is kind of ordinary and at times cheesy. Small time drug dealers (Blacks and Hispanics), crooked cops, ghettos in LA, street life, gun fights etc. However, the most outstanding element in the movie is the academy winning acting of Washington which carries all the load. He portrays the crooked cop with such brilliance that looking at him and listening to his every word makes his character unforgettable. He puts such a sensation in each and every word along with facial expressions and body language that I for one, am just addicted to seeing him and listen to his rants over and over again. His arguments, his judgments and his presence not only make the character so real (not surreal!) but is depiction of an excellent actor. This acting has overshadowed everything else heavily in the movie, the presence of Hawke and other ingredients such as music and etc are just pale in the background and consequently unimportant.
Tom Hanks said that working with Washington in "Philadelphia" was like going to film school, everyday you learned something about acting from him.
An absolutely great performance by Zel.
The story itself is kind of ordinary and at times cheesy. Small time drug dealers (Blacks and Hispanics), crooked cops, ghettos in LA, street life, gun fights etc. However, the most outstanding element in the movie is the academy winning acting of Washington which carries all the load. He portrays the crooked cop with such brilliance that looking at him and listening to his every word makes his character unforgettable. He puts such a sensation in each and every word along with facial expressions and body language that I for one, am just addicted to seeing him and listen to his rants over and over again. His arguments, his judgments and his presence not only make the character so real (not surreal!) but is depiction of an excellent actor. This acting has overshadowed everything else heavily in the movie, the presence of Hawke and other ingredients such as music and etc are just pale in the background and consequently unimportant.
Tom Hanks said that working with Washington in "Philadelphia" was like going to film school, everyday you learned something about acting from him.
An absolutely great performance by Zel.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Alice in wonderland
"Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."
- Matthew 10:16
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The fridge
It is almost always cold in the fridge. Every now and then, the door opens and the temperature goes up locally, but generally, it's cold. The coolness doesn't let anything go bad or corrupt. This causes that the fruits, the food, the drinks etc have much longer lifetime. They are cold, not that they are cold by nature, some are actually, but they're kept in the cold environment which makes them cold... and healthy.
Things don't move much in fridge. Not very often, something is moved from one level to another but other than that, it is very stationary. It is not like the supermarket where as for the fruits for example, there are lots of them from everywhere in the world in the fruit section and keep on coming and going. When their life is over, they are moved out and thrown to trash. They will be eventually replaced by a younger one.
It is also dark in the fridge. At the same time that the door opens, the lamp turns on and it would be light. Depending on how long the door is open, the light lasts. Sometimes it is open for a short while and sometimes it is open longer. That is normally when many new-comers arrive. When the door is closed, it’s dark and cold again.
There are not lots of them in the fridge, just a few representatives from everywhere, every corner in the world. Their numbers are very limited as the space is limited.
Life in the fridge is very safe. Nothing happens to the food except being gradually consumed and getting cold. There are no threats, no plague, no nothing. As it’s not so much action, it is very boring.
Life in the fridge is very boring.
Things don't move much in fridge. Not very often, something is moved from one level to another but other than that, it is very stationary. It is not like the supermarket where as for the fruits for example, there are lots of them from everywhere in the world in the fruit section and keep on coming and going. When their life is over, they are moved out and thrown to trash. They will be eventually replaced by a younger one.
It is also dark in the fridge. At the same time that the door opens, the lamp turns on and it would be light. Depending on how long the door is open, the light lasts. Sometimes it is open for a short while and sometimes it is open longer. That is normally when many new-comers arrive. When the door is closed, it’s dark and cold again.
There are not lots of them in the fridge, just a few representatives from everywhere, every corner in the world. Their numbers are very limited as the space is limited.
Life in the fridge is very safe. Nothing happens to the food except being gradually consumed and getting cold. There are no threats, no plague, no nothing. As it’s not so much action, it is very boring.
Life in the fridge is very boring.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The day that never comes

Is the title of the 4th track in the latest Metallica album "Death Magnetic" and its first released single.
Reminder: This album is supposed to be back in the good old heavy/thrash metal genre done by another producer than Bob Rock who was one of the main figures behind hard rock taste of those albums in the past except St. Anger
It starts brilliantly with a taunting horror movie rhythm, something that could surely be found somewhere in "Ride The Lightning" but then comes the sounds of guitars with kind of trademark hard rock (Load/Reload) rhythm and is followed shortly by the main rhythm assisted excellently with Lars' drums. James starts with slow/soft voice which reminds us how good is voice is on a general scale!
Born to push around
Better just stay down
You pull away,
He hits the flesh,
You hit the ground
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting
Here comes the chorus and everything takes a turn and gets rough with almost the same tempo
Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the sunshine never comes
No the sunshine never comes
Slow again and back to the same riff...just beautiful rhythm
Push you cross that line
Just stay down this time
Hide in yourself
Crawl in yourself
You'll have your time
God I'll make them pay (typical James' sound effect...yeah yeah!)
Take it back one day (here you could easily imagine James' face turning a bit big bad wolf or something)
I'll end this day
I'll splatter color on this gray
Back to chorus again...rough and fast drum beats but at the end, instead of no the sunshine never comes (ca. 3:51), it all changes to completely another track with different riff and tempo which is quite OK as a separate track but has no coherency whatsoever with what has been played before. It feels like that the writers/producer remembered that this is supposed to be in Death Magnetic and it is still too soft and all the ingredients have to be added as fast as possible not thinking too much of the whole picture. You realize that you haven't put too much salt in your pasta exactly when it is about to be "al-dente" so you rush with salt and you end up with salty pasta or something weird. The peak of weirdness (and mediocrity if you will) is when James screams
This I swear
This I swear
and after that it continues with a upbeat tempo, something like Whiplash, with its usual elements and fast riff and Kirk's typical lead and stuff...back to Kill'EM All...and it finishes accordingly, nothing special, nothing new, still OK but not as attractive as the first part
Overall: A+ first part, C- second part, total B+
The video is also kind of a disappointment, starts with 2 soldiers (supposedly in Afghanistan) sitting in the back of a truck ridding in a desert while at times it is cut to the band playing in the same location. They come under attack from out of nowhere, they seek refuge by the road side, one of them is injured, a rescue helicopter finally arrives while injured solider faints at times and the other tries to keep him awake. Then their small platoon comes across a small car with a man and a woman who need help and there's all this lame suspense and fear if they are (particularly the woman) suicide bombers or not but at the end the lead soldier gets a deep eye contact with the woman who is wearing burqa and he trusts her and they help them start their car.
It all seems like that they chose this premise just because US is involved in a unpopular (and failed?) war and it's just on everybody's mind as a hot topic, it draws everyone's attention. As a whole, the video is totally worthless and doesn't have any value whatsoever
Overall: D-
Friday, February 6, 2009
La fin d'une histoire d'amour
1.
“This is the end...my only friend, the end”
2.
Time: about 0930, early fall, 1989
Place: The courtyard, Alborz High School, Tehran
I had just left the exam hall after a mid-term exam and was talking with my best friend as we came across two boys whom we didn’t know and were playing basketball. My friend suddenly asked if we could join them and they quickly agreed to play a 2-on-2. Neither of us were basketball players but I said to myself I’d give it a shot just to try something new and we played for a while.
What happened there changed my life in a very profound way. I fell deeply in love with that game and the rest is a just another love story with the usual ingredients i.e. pain and joy, happiness and sorrows, pride and satisfaction, achievement and failure and last but not least friendships and rivalries…
3.
On 3rd of Dec. 2008, I was having a miserable day on the court. My shots were way off, missing easy lay-ups, incredible turn-overs everywhere, lack of ball handling, low agility and bad overall condition and of course lots of pain in my ankle. All these created a massive disappointment in the control room up there. Add to that anger, confusion, lack of judgment, loss of concentration all mainly caused by this chronic ankle injury that had been taunting me over the past years and to a much higher extent recently (the one that pushed me to the door of operating room only to chicken-out in the very last minute!)
All of a sudden it struck me that, if I get pass this season in a decent way i.e. average 15-20 pts, 20-25 minutes, 7-8 rebounds and 60-70% on FT with a 70-80% presence at the practices, if I accomplish all these in this season (I believe that I was fully capable of doing that), then I can sit back and say goodbye for good. I don’t know where I got this thought in the middle of all that unstable state of mind and body. If only my injury would have allowed me to get through this in that manner, then it would have been all over. After all, I had finally found a team with a possible good position for me after such a long while and it felt right time to do so. I just wanted to finish with style, with dignity against all odds.
If only...
I injured myself again on the ankle only a few minutes short of the end of the practice and needless to say, the castle of dreams collapsed in despair.
That was indeed the end of a very long love affair. The love which was not lost, as I had stated before, it was totally gone! My ankle got better after a while which means that it returned to its normal sick state but when that happened, I realized that I would never be able to make that final push, something that I craved for in order to convince myself for the last time and come into terms for this farewell.
3.
When you start thinking about failure, you have already failed. Failure is not a choice. Failure n’existe pas! The concept of kamikaze or benzai charge, I think, originates from this mindset and approach. You’d rather die than fail. It’s the crystallization of “Bushido” code. It is straight, honorable, honest and courageous.
I failed because, in my mind, I was already thinking about the end of the battle, not seeing the fact that the battle never ends. There is no end for that, it’s an everyday war going on which we happen to call it “life”.
I should have never given in, I should have never surrendered. Now it’s all over...for good.
4.
“This is the end...beautiful friend
This is the end...my only friend, the end
This is the end“
“This is the end...my only friend, the end”
2.
Time: about 0930, early fall, 1989
Place: The courtyard, Alborz High School, Tehran
I had just left the exam hall after a mid-term exam and was talking with my best friend as we came across two boys whom we didn’t know and were playing basketball. My friend suddenly asked if we could join them and they quickly agreed to play a 2-on-2. Neither of us were basketball players but I said to myself I’d give it a shot just to try something new and we played for a while.
What happened there changed my life in a very profound way. I fell deeply in love with that game and the rest is a just another love story with the usual ingredients i.e. pain and joy, happiness and sorrows, pride and satisfaction, achievement and failure and last but not least friendships and rivalries…
3.
On 3rd of Dec. 2008, I was having a miserable day on the court. My shots were way off, missing easy lay-ups, incredible turn-overs everywhere, lack of ball handling, low agility and bad overall condition and of course lots of pain in my ankle. All these created a massive disappointment in the control room up there. Add to that anger, confusion, lack of judgment, loss of concentration all mainly caused by this chronic ankle injury that had been taunting me over the past years and to a much higher extent recently (the one that pushed me to the door of operating room only to chicken-out in the very last minute!)
All of a sudden it struck me that, if I get pass this season in a decent way i.e. average 15-20 pts, 20-25 minutes, 7-8 rebounds and 60-70% on FT with a 70-80% presence at the practices, if I accomplish all these in this season (I believe that I was fully capable of doing that), then I can sit back and say goodbye for good. I don’t know where I got this thought in the middle of all that unstable state of mind and body. If only my injury would have allowed me to get through this in that manner, then it would have been all over. After all, I had finally found a team with a possible good position for me after such a long while and it felt right time to do so. I just wanted to finish with style, with dignity against all odds.
If only...
I injured myself again on the ankle only a few minutes short of the end of the practice and needless to say, the castle of dreams collapsed in despair.
That was indeed the end of a very long love affair. The love which was not lost, as I had stated before, it was totally gone! My ankle got better after a while which means that it returned to its normal sick state but when that happened, I realized that I would never be able to make that final push, something that I craved for in order to convince myself for the last time and come into terms for this farewell.
3.
When you start thinking about failure, you have already failed. Failure is not a choice. Failure n’existe pas! The concept of kamikaze or benzai charge, I think, originates from this mindset and approach. You’d rather die than fail. It’s the crystallization of “Bushido” code. It is straight, honorable, honest and courageous.
I failed because, in my mind, I was already thinking about the end of the battle, not seeing the fact that the battle never ends. There is no end for that, it’s an everyday war going on which we happen to call it “life”.
I should have never given in, I should have never surrendered. Now it’s all over...for good.
4.
“This is the end...beautiful friend
This is the end...my only friend, the end
This is the end“
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