Saturday, September 30, 2006


Andrew Beckett: Do you like opera?

Joe Miller: I'm not that familiar with opera.

Andrew Beckett: This is my favorite aria. This is Maria Callas. This is "Andrea Chenier", Umberto Giordano. This is Madeleine. She's saying how during the French Revolution, a mob set fire to her house, and her mother died... saving her. "Look, the place that cradled me is burning." Can you hear the heartache in her voice? Can you feel it, Joe? In come the strings, and it changes everything. The music fills with a hope, and that'll change again. Listen... listen..."I bring sorrow to those who love me." Oh, that single cello! "It was during this sorrow that love came to me." A voice filled with harmony. It says, "Live still, I am life. Heaven is in your eyes. Is everything around you just the blood and mud? I am divine. I am oblivion. I am the god... that comes down from the heavens, and makes of the Earth a heaven. I am love!... I am love."

-Quote from the movie Philadelphia, 1993.

Friday, September 29, 2006

good enough

"No man is good enough to govern another man without that other's content."

Wise word of Abraham Lincoln, carved high on the wall of the Lincoln Hall in our campus. This sentence by itself rules out the religion-based states.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Completely L.O.S.T.

I don't know if you follow the TV serials here. There is this I-guess-popular one called "Lost" on ABC. It's the story of a group of people whoes plane crashes over ocean and they survive into an island. So, I saw a couple of episodes quite a while ago and as I don't have a good signal reception on ABC, I didn't follow the story since then. Now apparently it is close to its season premier and today they had a crash course on what had happened in previous episodes. I watched it. And you can't belive it, out of the theme of some cast-aways in an island, the story has developed into the outer-space powers, cospiract theory, and those nonesense. It was as if they had given it ot a 10 year old boy to write up the story. It was like watching the "x-files" or something.

Apparently you can no longer sell a simple story to American couch-potatos. Have to have some conspiracy involved in any story these days.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006


Vasvaas is the farsi word for being over-obssesed with something. Some people have vasvas for cleaning, they overclean everything in their home over and over again. I have vasvas in writing emails. It may take me the whole morning to write an email to my boss, my adviser, even a friend. I read through it over and over again, change the words, the structure of the sentences, read it again, change again,... eekh. Even when finally i decide to hit the send botton, I immediatlt go to the sent folder and read what i sent. And God forbids when i find something i don't like about it. It kills my spirit for the rest of day.

Do you think I need therapy?;)

Ha! I just found myself re-reading this post before publishing. No! I'm not doing that. 3-2-1 publish!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Sometimes you do

I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.

~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird,

Friday, September 22, 2006


My business suit, and the memory.
Banging my head.

Thursday, September 21, 2006


How I used to love this song. I still do.

In the moonlight and everything shatters
You feel as if you’ve known her all your life
The world’s oldest lesson in history

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Best Friends are old ones

Why are your best friends often the ones you made when you were a kid/adolesent? Sometimes I wonder, as adults we give, in the expectation to take back. Most our relationships are based on this solemn fact. Which, as somebody that was facinated by economic moddeling of human tranasctions, I find this quit good. In a sense that it consits perfectly with the 'rationality' assumption of people.

But how come the childhood relationships, that don't have that much of a tarde sense into them, last better than the ones built on the explainable patterns?

Sunday, September 17, 2006

who cares

Who cares?
I try not to ; let it be.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Today one of the blogs i used to check regularly shut down. We're coming back to the question of whether its better to write anonymously or reveal your identity.