Thursday, March 29

I have started to develop a "light"phobia caused by the consumption of mass media in a various ways; reading newspaper, magazine, watching TV, listening to the public radio, and of course, using the "future friendly" internet.

The Media is sure busy creating stuff. Sometimes in-between, however, one might find something eye opening, mind boggling, soul shaking and as a result of that be left breathless. But lets not get carried away with day dreaming and come back to those programs worth paying attention to; even if such programs upset one’s stomach.

I think, we are doomed to know what is happening around us, since the happenings are re-forming our societies in a rapid motions which effect us in a very negative way.
I would like to suggest that the Media is helpful in changing our perceptions about the world around us. Such perceptions however are not meant to be beneficial to all. They work out only for some. But for the rest of us, it is a great idea to keep tracks, and be a speculator who objectifies and prosecutes the media’s work.

For the sake of Freedom of "Mankind" and to give rise to opportunities for making choices, let us be more attentive, more vigilant and more assertive.

Life for the sake of Life and nothing else.


Wednesday, March 28

Questions awaiting...

Do you think Islam is a peaceful religion? Have you ever seen a peaceful religion coming to power in the history of mankind?
Do you think that Communism is the answer to Capitalism, and/or Imperialism is something really joyous and pleasant that all the weak nations should “benefit” from?
Do you think being a right-wing is better than being a left-wing, or being a Neo-Con is far more glamorous than being a Republican? Or do you think your Democratic attitude would mold the world into a better form?
Do you believe what your media feeds you?
Do you think that you know all that you need to know?
Do you need to be told?
Do you need to conform?
I am just asking you. You need not be offended. Just think before you wag your tongue at me, or put your sharp kitchen knife on my throat. Because, you may want to refine some of the answers you have ready to the aforementioned questions.


Tuesday, March 27

Not all but a few...........

During my studies in Art, sometimes I heard critics from UK, United State, or Germany making ambiguous statement; "Canadian are too polite in criticising art works". This stands against what in essence Art should be; Art for the sake of Art. I have to say, I have always agreed with such point. To objectify an Art work is to prosecute the art work. To pay close attention to all the elements, to find relation between the art work and the history of art.
Every time there is an art critique within the Academic institutions or else, Most of the speculators avoid making any comments, which mainly is a result of self insecurity, otherwise many of them are aware of art and its related issues . All friends of the artist for definite would send their love and support. Out of the whole, only the remaining individuals who are usually a maximum of three speculators would use something very similar to this phrase:
The speculator: "I don’t like this work.".
The artist: "May I ask why?"
The speculator: "I don’t know, I just know that I don’t like it." ( what really this person is trying to say is that I do not like you).
Perhaps the statement is a bit harsh but at least that individual is communicating openly.


Monday, March 26

Should I or Should I Not?!

Should I or should I not? That’s the question. To be or not to be is passé, although in its own time, the expression stands out like a good old thing, very useful and serving.

For those of you following the news about the
Iranian Threat this thing about China and Russia urging Iran "to comply" with the UN Security Council’s resolution is a bit smelly. First, Russia and China were really chummy with the regime signing many different Treaties with Iran, and then the EU was engaged in a Four-year-talk with the regime’s culprits, and all of a sudden everyone shifted their gears except the regime in Tehran. And now we hear that Russia and China are trying “to search for a comprehensive, long-term and mutually acceptable solution to the Iranian (Islamic Republic of Iran) nuclear problem”.
Russia and China advised the Islamic regime that if the regime shows more flexibility to the UN Security Council, and also try not to kick the International Atomic Energy Agency in the ball, then they can “pursue peaceful use of nuclear energy while observing its obligation under the Nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty.”
(The Jerusalem Post, March 26, 2007)

I think Russia and China are playing their cards in a very consistent manner, and they have so far made a great use of their power in the UN Security Council. If the EU and America can form an ally, why not a former Communist state and the 22nd Century Dominant power show their solidarity in proposing the “pursue of a peaceful nuclear program by the regime in Tehran? Meanwhile, on Saturday Russia and China “joined other members of the Security Council in voting to impose new sanctions on Iran.” As it has been asserted the relationship between Russian and China “are developing very actively, this concerns economic, political and international relations,” as Lord Putin told his Chinese Counterpart, and it is expected to get even better. And the regime in Tehran is upset. No, they are mad at everyone, including Russia and China. But for those who have underestimated the Islamic regime persuasiveness in doing what they wish to do, it should be of no surprise to listen to the content of this coming Friday’s Prayer at the University of Tehran. For now, the Spiritual Leader of the regime is happy with the arrest of the “15 British service personnel accused of illegally entering Iranian waters.” Are these 15 navy crews worthy of a “deal”?

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a thank you note

Thanks to those of you who, with your words of encouragement, have supported us during these few weeks. We appreciate your time, and effort in exploring our site, and leaving us comments!

Talk to you later


Sunday, March 25

This Week's Poem

For those of you who have heard about William Carlos Williams, but had not time to read his "Selected Poem," this week's poem is a knock out. So, please do indulge!

It's a strange courage
you give me ancient star:

Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no parts!

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Saturday, March 24

My new adopted Motto

Recently, my motto has been to boast my mind to create a set of “Good Thoughts,” utter as many “Good Words,” and be as truthful in the practice of “Good Deeds,” as I can. For your information I must add that the aforementioned motto was not invented by me, but it had been brought into light by an Iranian Prophet called Zoroaster.
If we really think about the above motto, we realize that to create “Good Thoughts,” one must already have started to work on oneself from within. In stead of waiting for some miraculous intervention that would, someday, come from without, with the creation of “Good Thoughts” one takes control over her/his fate!!
What follows after the occurrence of the “Good Thoughts” is the immediate reflection of a positive mind as “Good Words” that are used in one’s daily conversation. With “Good Words,” one takes the command of his/her own destiny and creates opportunities that are of great value to one’s personal or societal success. “Good Words,” are the very best creation of one’s mind, of one’s attitude towards life in general. (For the sake of this short note, I have to be a little rigid, and generalize a bit. Hope you do not mind that).
And “Good Deeds,” are the outcome of a solid mind. An honest mind allows the individual to see the reality of life, and still be able to create situations in which one can be engaged in “Good Deeds,” which are going to change the fate of the World in which we all live. Remember, every “small” effort has a significant outcome for every one.
In this New Persian Year, I hope that we all try to practice what is good for us.


Thursday, March 22


Hello, how are you? Let’s hope you are fabulous, bubbly and ready to be burst into more than a thousand micro bubbles.
How is your Life? I mean, are you having a good time? Let’s hope you have a wonderful life. Oh, let’s also hope you have a family too. they are just a bundle of joy that enriches your life by more than a thousand times.
If you do not mind me asking you: how are you doing financially? I mean are you secure and comfortably invested and protected? Well, let’s hope you have a few houses across the globe, to accommodate your mood for different kind of weather. I mean, as a back up. Let’s also hope that you are running a very "successful" independent business, So you are well off then, no problem.
I apologize if I seem to have asked a few questions. What can I say, I was born curious, I have a plenty of evidence to prove such a claim! Anyway, my American cousins, welcome; I am delighted to know you do pay us a virtual visit every day.



Wednesday, March 21

Our Salutaion For this Glorious Norooz

Monet, Japanese Bridge, 1899. Oil on canvas. The Museum of Art, Philadelphia, PA, USA

May you all have a wonderful year filled with joy, prosperity, and good health. May we all carry in our heart the love of our country, and our fellow compatriots in this New Year. And may this year be the end of the Satanic-Islamic Regime in Iran.

Happy Norooz To All,


Monday, March 19

The Night before Norooz

It is almost 10:00 p.m., and I am trying to write something delightful for this page, since tonight is the last night of the old year. Norooz is approaching and we ought to think in a positive, happy manner. So, for now, I am going to leave you with this picture to take a look it, and in an hour or so, I will be posting something cheerful instead of sad and aggravating.


The Islamic Regime in Iran does not represent Iran.

How many times do we have to shout that this Islamic regime in Iran does not represent the Iranians at all, but only a corrupted minority who run the affairs of the state?
The regime in Iran is everything but Iranian. The Islamic regime of Iran represents everything that stand against Iran.
Since the “triumph of the Revolution of 1979” till now, the Mullahs and their culprits have done everything in their power to tarnish the image of Iranians, to destroy what Iran stands for. The regime has been an ally to the most famous terrorist groups in the Middle East, and has donated money to those groups just to push its political agenda, and enforce its rotten ideology. What the Islamic regime stands for is barbaric behaviour, hateful attitude towards those who do not recognize the regime, and demonic ideas.
It is without a slightest hesitation that I say this out loud that the Islamic Regime in Iran is not of and for the Iranian society; it has never cared for freedom of thought, of speech, and of deeds in Iran, and it will never do so.

The current and Islamic government of Iran neither cares for the country or the people of that land; their only concern is to bankrupt the country, make dirty deals with world’s famous Mafioso, and promote their ideology wherever they can. And if they can manage to destroy the country, they would do it with all their powers. The West does not know what a monster they have created, and that’s a bit crazy!


Sunday, March 18

Persian New Year

Monet, Dahlias, 1883. Oil on canvas. Private collection, New York, USA.

On Tuesday, we are going to celebrate the glorious Persian New Year. Perhaps this New Year is going to be different than the rest of the New Years we have spent in exile.

till later,
Enjoy the beauty of life


Saturday, March 17

This week's poem

Goergia O'Keef Musem, Calla Lily White with Black, 1927

Again, Auden has spoken to me, and I see myself obliged to his message. Who is the Novelist? Auden knows who the Novelist is.

Encased in talent like a uniform,
The rank of every poet is well known;
They can amaze us like a thunderstorm,
Or die so young, or live for years alone.

They can dash forward like hussars: but he
Must struggle out of his boyish gift and learn
How to be plain and awkward, how to be
One after whom none think it worth to turn.

For, to achieve his lightest wish, he must
Become the whole of boredom, subject to
Vulgar complaints like love, among the Just

Be Just, among the Filthy firthy too,
And inhis own weak person, if he can,
Dully put up with all the wrongs of Man.

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To be quite honest with you, I have lost my appetite to eat. Also, I have lost my drive to write. What this really translates into is that, neither there is physical nor emotional Juice left. Here I am with the open arms to explain in case, if you were eager to know why.
Looking at the bustard’s face in this weblog has been a very difficult task. This mountain of meat looks so unpleasant, beyond my appetite. When he was a little boy eating pistachio under the tree his family made a wish; May my son grow fat to be a King in a big city. Guess what, it came almost true.
His power and wealth goes beyond Iran, it starched to Arabic countries and moves towards the Europe and in specifics England, it may even touch Germany by wings and than comes all the way to North America and specially in our Canada to say hello to our government. Isn't that sweet and fluffy! He is like a Godfather in this fascist regime. Perhaps that is why you do not hear news that often about him. Also that is why he is a man who has been in power at all times. For the sake of power and if there will be a need, he will get ride of his ridiculous cloak too and even furthermore, he will accept the throne.


Number One Islamic Criminal in Iran, Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani, also known as Akbar Shah!

Perhaps one of the most “influential” figures of the Islamic regime in Iran is no one but the famous Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani, or the Shark. He is the man of all times, and all moments. The man has been named one of the most "influential Iranian politicians of the Islamic regime,” and is currently serving as the “chairman of the Expediency Discernment Council of Iran.” Can you even try to picture a council in which this Shark would have a seat? And can you form a council as “the Expediency Discernment Council,” and let it have any kind of power over the fate of a nation?
He is almost one of the richest people in the world, according to Forbes, and holds power over certain matters, and stays behind the Iranian government. Some people even believe that he is the one who has been “running the Islamic Republic for the past 24 years." Who knows? Every thing is possible, you know!

As the chairman of the Council, he is to resolve differences or conflicts between Majlis and the Council of Guardians. In addition, he also serves as a consultative council to the Supreme Leader, Ali Khamenei. Basically, he is every one’s favorite guy, or he is the Man.
The Western World should be cautious about making a deal with him; he knows how to make deals since he has been doing it with the Russians, the Chinese, a few European Lords, and a few good old Canadian boys. The Western World should be very careful when they want to bring him onto the poker table. He is a player, knows the rules and has been around for almost five decades.
Rafsanjani is a figure whose presence in the political stage in Iran is of a consequential essence. He is the snake in the charmer’s bag, and we should pay attention to his movements, for when he sizes a moment, he will bite you so hard, that you will die no matter how hard you try to survive.
Some people are talking about his "Come Back" as a figure whose importance in the regime has convinced the Americans to talk with him and see how they can help the Reformers and establish a new regime in Iran. Some say that he will be used by the European allies when the time comes. But there are other Iranians who wish to see him behind Bars.
PS: Please do forgive my bold approach in making you look at the horrible face of Rafsanjani, but it was necessary to have his ugly picture for the purpose of this short note.


Friday, March 16

Such a Week!

Vincent Van Gogh, "Olive Trees" 1889, The Minneapolis Institute of Arts

It was a tough week, but we survived it. There is this tendency to enjoy life, to live it as if this is it, and be happy about every moment of it. I am just trying to write these few lines, after a week, and let you know that Shorty Number One and I are coming back to life, and having a nice time floating on the surface of life. It is a beautiful feeling to rise above and disappear, and reappear again, with cerain grace, and wisdom. Nothing fancy, just a bit wiser than before, feeling alive, a bit in the Present, not the Past. And a lot more hopeful than before, because the future belong to those who live in Now.


Monday, March 12

A note to our loyal viewers

Mary Cassatt. Maternal Kiss. 1897. Pastel on paper.
Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia, PA, USA.

As I was trying to over come the nasty flu, shorty number One, Bita, has been hit by it too. Yes, instead of hitting the jackpot, we have hit the wrong Pot!!
When your spirit is broken, when your body is tired, when you are hit by a nasty Flu, you need love and tenderness, plus rest and medication to get well.
Mom is running up and down the stairs, feeding tea and honey to one, while taking the other's temperature. She is tired, I can see it in her eyes, but she is the biggest survivor i have ever seen in my life. If it was not for her, neither Bita nor I could have been here, nor would we have made it this far. Fourteen years of separation from us, she never lost her hope for bringing us to Canada. She is our source of energy, the light in our heart, and our world revolves around her. Mummy THANK YOU.
Now, if you can send your positive energy to us, we will appreciate your kindness and promise to reciprocate the generosity. In Farsi, we have an expression that says, "Your generosity will never be forgotten." Take care, be happy, and stay where you are. We will be back!


Sunday, March 11

Another Poem

Close Detail of the Mighty Medusa - Severan Forum - Leptis Magna, Libya

This week's poem is Medusa by Sylvia Plath.


Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,

Eyes rolled by white sticks,

Ears cupping the sea's incoherences,

You house your unnerving head -- God-ball,

Lens of mercies,

Your stooges

Plying their wild cells in my keel's shadow,

Pushing by like hearts,

Red stigmata at the very center,

Riding the rip tide to the nearest point of departure,

Dragging their Jesus hair.

Did I escape, I wonder?

My mind winds to you,
Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable,

Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous repair.

In any case, you are always there,

Tremulous breath at the end of my line,

Curve of water upleaping

To my water rod, dazzling and grateful,

Touching and sucking.

I didn't call you.

I didn't call you at all.

Nevertheless, nevertheless

You steamed to me over the sea,

Fat and red, a placenta

Paralyzing the kicking lovers.

Cobra light

Squeezing the breath from the blood bells

Of the fuchsia.

I could draw no breath,
Dead and moneyless,

Overexposed, like an X-ray.

Who do you think you are?

A Communion wafer? Blubbery Mary?

I shall take no bite of your body,

Bottle in which I live,

Ghastly Vatican.

I am sick to death of hot salt.

Green as eunuchs, your wishes

Hiss at my sins.

Off, off, eely tentacle!

There is nothing between us.

(16 october 1962)

Saturday, March 10

Vincent van Gogh

Flower Beds in Holland, c.
1883Collection of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Mellon1983.1.21
National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC

Katayoun, please get well soon. Since you don't post, this blog has shown signs of unpopularity. Visitors by a thousand per minute are dropping interests and inclination to view this insightful site! Bad news, " Virtually" we are close enough,to be bankrupt. I can smell it. Hurry up and get on the board.


Thursday, March 8

Monsieur Chirac and Iran

Gustave Courbet, the Wave

Finally the French President, Monsieur Jacques Chirac has decided that it is time for him to clear his point of view on Iran, while meeting with the other Western powers. Monsieur President while meeting with his counterparts in the summit of world leaders in New York has finally said that “world powers should abandon the idea of sanctions and in return Iran should agree to give up its programme of uranium enrichment while discussion between the two sides took place.” This is one side of the coin. Although the French President agrees with an open dialogue with the Islamic regime, but at the same time he admits that having a dialogue with the Islamic authority is rather difficult. Don’t you remember Monsieur’s stand on refusing to meet with that idiot, Ahmadinejad, because of the Islamist president’s “anti-Israeli remark”?

I, personally, do not care whether the French President wants to have an open dialogue with the regime in Iran, or whether he acknowledges that Iran is a “great nation, an old civilization,” or what have you. The people of Iran, the women in Iran, the children of that “great civilization” will have no certain future, if the Western powers stay indifferent to their plight.
Why not helping the people of Iran, who are struggling against the hardships that have been imposed on them by the Islamic regime in Iran?

Tuesday, March 6


As you have gathered by now, there are two shorties running this blog. There is shorty number One, Bita, the Artist in our Family, and there is me, shorty number Two.
As today is Bita’s birthday, I would like to dedicate this short note to her.

It is not only my greatest joy to have you as my One and Only Sister, but also my greatest happiness to be around you, because you are true, real and pure.
Life with you is a treasure, being around you is a blessing, and having your support is what we all need the most. Be as you are, so pure and untouched, so loyal and beyond all that is good.

Happy Birthday my dearest Bita.

PS: And Mom, my sincere salutation to you for bringing Bita into this world.

In Canada there is a tradition in meeting new individuals. In particular if one is not interested to carry on with a long conversation, one talks about the weather in two different ways. Either the weather is "wonderful" or not.
I think, this is a smart way to deal with the "obstacles," simply because, the conversation will remain short when it is meant to be short and painless.


Sunday, March 4

Being Lost

Sense of Lost
Is a Must
In order to pay a Cost.
What does it mean to be Lost?


The Difference between Democracy and Fascism

In Canada, the citizens of this democratic society are bound to be civil, and are allowed and actually encouraged to maintain their individuality within the boundaries of Canadian Constituation, and Creativity. That’s why in Canada, we wear what we like and we wear it just the way we want it.

According to the Islamic Laws of Iran, a woman, regardless of her religious practice (either Zoroastrian, or Jewish, or Christian) is bound to cover herself up, when in public. The Islamic laws concerning women, includes all female citizens (9years old and up) of Iran, without any exception, and disobedience will result in harsh punishment.

The difference between a Peaceful, democratic state and a Fascist state lies in the treatment of the citizens of each state by the laws of that society.


Saturday, March 3

To our dear viewers who encourage us to continue on.

I like to indulge with poetry, especially when I need to be inspired. An inspiration that is provoked by a poem and the everlasting effect of encountering a certain type of Wit is beyond ordinary. Poetry, for me, is an essential part of my world, without it, without those rhythmic words that convey a certain meaning and wisdom; I would be lost in the world.
As I have noticed, many of you are very fond of poetry, and as I, personally, do care about what is favorable to our viewers, therefore this week’s poem is a chosen sonnet by one of the most controversial Literary figure of the history of English language, the Mysterious Master William Shakespeare.
Hope, you find it pleasing too.

Sonnet 130

My Mistres eyes are nothing like the Sunne,
Currall is farre more red, then her lips red,
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun:
If haires be wiers, black wiers grow on her head:
I have seene Roses damaskt,* red and white,
But no such Roses see in her cheekes,
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Then in the breath that from my Mistres reekes,
I have to heare her speak, yet well I know,
That Musicke hath a farre more pleasing sound:
I graunt I never saw a goddess goe,
My Mistres when shee walkes treads on the ground.
And yet by heaven I thinke my love as rare,
As any she beli’d with false compare.

* Ornamented with rich patterns.


Friday, March 2

Storm in Toronto

Georgia O'Keefe: Winter Cottonwoods, 1954

This is the second time that I see snow storm dismantling Toronto. The storm started at around 1:30 p.m. and by 4:00 p.m. the streets were awful, the subway carts were packed, the buses were running late, the accidents had closed some major roads, highways, and a derailed train which has stopped the commuters from going back to their dwellings, outside Toronto. And most of the flights at Pearson International airport have been cancelled due to the condition.

Now, at 12:43 a.m. of this day of March 2nd of the year 2007, the wind is gusting through, and a good Fifteen Centimeter of snow has covered the streets like a white puffy carpet. The wind is whimpering outside of window; I can even feel the cold, though I am sitting behind my desk, wearing two pairs of socks, a nice war cardigan, and a scarf around my neck. And I am not even living in the wilderness, but the city of Toronto.

How hopeless we are, when faced with the wrath of nature, when faced with a more powerful One?