So far this has been the smallest Orchid I have ever seen and yet so intricade and beautiful.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Newport Beach CA
Dec 30, 2006 sunny 75 F
Felt like a day to read a book, sitting on the grass and watching the sailboats pass by.
Strolling along the bluffs, we saw an Iranian grandma sitting on a bench gazing into the ocean. She noticed us, hoping to find something to say, but had none, I saw in her eyes, and she kept on looking. We kept on walking hoping we had something to tell her, but had none…
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Backyard
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Shabeh Yalda
So, one of the most successfully popular, and highly regarded blogers (in my opinion), Shirin invited me to join the “Shebeh Yalda Game” by writing five things about myself that not many people know about.
So here they are in five categories:
1. In regard to Politics… I am not a Nationalist, I am a Globalist who do not agree with, or support nationalism. I believe it leads to radicalism and like all other extreme ideologies, can be destructive to mankind.
2. Health… I hate it that I am an insomniac; I wake up more than 20-30 times during the night; it does take a toll…
3. Jobs… In one of my early collage years when I used to go to school all day and work all nights, one night alone, I had to peal and chop 150 kg of Onions … I hated working for food industry!
4. Childhood… My brother has a naked picture of me from the time I was 4 years old playing on the beach of "Orumieh Salt Lake". He never let me lay my hands on that photo! …I will get yooooou someday!!!
5. Unrealistic dreams… My favorite area and lieu are late 1800s in Paris!
So here they are in five categories:
1. In regard to Politics… I am not a Nationalist, I am a Globalist who do not agree with, or support nationalism. I believe it leads to radicalism and like all other extreme ideologies, can be destructive to mankind.
2. Health… I hate it that I am an insomniac; I wake up more than 20-30 times during the night; it does take a toll…
3. Jobs… In one of my early collage years when I used to go to school all day and work all nights, one night alone, I had to peal and chop 150 kg of Onions … I hated working for food industry!
4. Childhood… My brother has a naked picture of me from the time I was 4 years old playing on the beach of "Orumieh Salt Lake". He never let me lay my hands on that photo! …I will get yooooou someday!!!
5. Unrealistic dreams… My favorite area and lieu are late 1800s in Paris!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
And more sun ...
Sun is fantastically beautiful these days and is brilliant in the clear winter sky... it also creats interesting light settings.
PS: It was quite a challenge to put this post up , I have technical difficulty posting on the blog site these days. As if my browser is going out of date but I keep trying.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Sunday, November 26, 2006
I am not a narcissist...
They say, "Thanksgiving is time to reflect on our past year and be thankful of what we had and cherish, life etc, which we were given".
I have recently come to believe that: in life "Goes around Comes around", so would that mean: what life gives us, is in fact, what we already put into it?!
Does it mean we should be thanking ourselves then? I am not being a narcissist, just puzzled?!
I have recently come to believe that: in life "Goes around Comes around", so would that mean: what life gives us, is in fact, what we already put into it?!
Does it mean we should be thanking ourselves then? I am not being a narcissist, just puzzled?!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Lian Records...
It has been a few days now...
It feel as if I have been very lazy but it was not the case...
So I am writing a few words tonight.
Last weekend we had the privilege of seeing a mystic concert performed by Lian records in LA. It is an eclectic band that plays traditional Persian and Sufi music...
On their program card, they had this poem from Rumi that sounded familiar to me ...
I thought of sharing parts of it with you:
"I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Gabr, nor Moslem.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature's mint, nor of the circling' heaven.
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulgaria, nor of Saqsin
I am not of the kingdom of 'Iraqian, nor of the country of Khorasan
I am not of the this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Rizwan. My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ..."
It feel as if I have been very lazy but it was not the case...
So I am writing a few words tonight.
Last weekend we had the privilege of seeing a mystic concert performed by Lian records in LA. It is an eclectic band that plays traditional Persian and Sufi music...
On their program card, they had this poem from Rumi that sounded familiar to me ...
I thought of sharing parts of it with you:
"I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Gabr, nor Moslem.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature's mint, nor of the circling' heaven.
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulgaria, nor of Saqsin
I am not of the kingdom of 'Iraqian, nor of the country of Khorasan
I am not of the this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Rizwan. My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ..."
Sunday, October 29, 2006
LA'ers...
Saturday, October 21, 2006
To my dear blogger
Dreams
We live for them...
and when they are lost, we keep looking,
sometimes they never exist but we keep looking,
sometimes they are in front of us yet we keep looking .... and looking and looking and our hands search for them, for that we don't know what,
and we keep looking in dispair so we judge and we blame and we keep envying and looking and looking , pondering why our life is gone and we have not found them?
and it sits there in front of us, and smiles.
Then leaves, and we keep looking...
we keep looking ...
A.
We live for them...
and when they are lost, we keep looking,
sometimes they never exist but we keep looking,
sometimes they are in front of us yet we keep looking .... and looking and looking and our hands search for them, for that we don't know what,
and we keep looking in dispair so we judge and we blame and we keep envying and looking and looking , pondering why our life is gone and we have not found them?
and it sits there in front of us, and smiles.
Then leaves, and we keep looking...
we keep looking ...
A.
wind
A small canvas and a palette of confused colors … not knowing where to go
Aimless storks of brush.
In my solitude,
“Sittin my chair, sitting and stare”
Memories and dreams …
Hoping for this day
“I sit in my chair”.
Dim lights and damp heavy air,
Thinking of the forks on the road and how many they were.
Forks on the road and yet another one. Every day every day repeating.
Thinking and not knowing where to go
Then comes
“wild is the wind”
...
“Let me fly away with you”
“For my love is like the wind”
Then the wind blows to the heart and takes them all away again …
And Nina Simone keeps singing …
Aimless storks of brush.
In my solitude,
“Sittin my chair, sitting and stare”
Memories and dreams …
Hoping for this day
“I sit in my chair”.
Dim lights and damp heavy air,
Thinking of the forks on the road and how many they were.
Forks on the road and yet another one. Every day every day repeating.
Thinking and not knowing where to go
Then comes
“wild is the wind”
...
“Let me fly away with you”
“For my love is like the wind”
Then the wind blows to the heart and takes them all away again …
And Nina Simone keeps singing …
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