My friend Siamack lives in London and writes regularly for Iranian.com
In his new article, he wrote:
"What I find freaky about women is how they can produce milk without eating grass!"
Click here to read more.
Today I came across the Haale's web site. She is a Bronx-born Iranian singer/songwriter who alternates between strumming her setar and plucking her guitar, singing both in Persian and English. You can listen to some of her music here.
In Munich the SPD and Greens who have a city council majority decided to migrate 14,000 city-owned Microsoft Windows NT workstations to the SuSE Linux operating system. In spite of substantial rebates offered on a Microsoft solution, Munich now becomes the largest German city to migrate its entire client PCs to Linux. I think we all should follow suit!
We went for the first time to Isabella Plantation, a woodland garden in the heart of Richmond Park. The garden provides the best show of camellias, magnolias, rhododendrons, and azaleas in London. It is truly a beautiful place to visit this time of year.
Isabella Plantation, Richmond Park
It was a very busy day. After a demanding day working on various projects, I went with Max to my Mum's, then fetched Barbara from her Thursday yoga class; went to see Nadia and set up her computer and connected it to the Internet. Now that she has Internet access, I hope that she will start writing her journal on this site shortly.
Max - September 2002
Here is the online version of my interview with InternetWorks magazine.
Yesterday I met a group of Iranian bloggers in London. It was very interesting to meet young Iranians who grew up in Iran after the revolution. They are an intelligent and inquisitive bunch. Over the past few months there has been a big increase in the number of Persian weblogs, which are providing an insight into the Iranian society.
Yesterday was the FA cup final between Arsenal and Southampton. The local people were wearing red and white Arsenal shirts and most cars were displaying Arsenal’s flag. While I was driving down Holloway Road a red and white Woolworths’ plastic bag blown by the wind got stuck to my car’s radio antenna. So for a few minutes I blended in with the crowds and I couldn’t stop laughing!
By the way, Arsenal won so congratulations to Mehrnoosh and Camran!
On Wednesday 14th of May Mojtaba Akhtari, a talented Iranian doctor who lives and works in London, wrote this in his site about Aref-Adib.com:
Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, halt die Ohren steif!
Geburtstagsgr?sse vom uns drei.
Last night we went to see a modern dance performance at The Place. We took Max with us for his first time. It was interesting to see his reaction. The music was sometimes too loud for him but as a whole it was a success!
EDge 2003 - The Place
"Is it your birthday today?" Max asked me.
"Yes!" I replied.
"Why?" he asked.
"I was born on a day like this." I said.
"Why?" he asked again.
"Well, that needs a long explanation. Do you know how old I am?" I continued.
"No!" he said.
"You are 3 … 1,2,3.
I am 39…1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39."
"Bloody hell that is a lot of numbers!" I thought.
I played with Barbara, Rosie and Massoud a game of Boules. This was my first time playing this French game. The object of the game is to throw your balls, usually with somewhat of an arched back spin so that they land closer to the small object ball (cochonnet) than those of your opponent. You can also strike and drive the object ball toward your other balls and away from your opponent's. It is a very simple game. Massoud wanted to know the rules of the game:
OFFICIAL RULES OF THE GAME OF PETANQUE
Today I went to see Nadia. She is doing fine and showed me her new wig. She looks good with it. I tried it on and looked like Elton John. Well, I have the round face and glasses.
Max went to his usual Saturday German class in the morning. He is getting better at German.
Later in the afternoon we went with friends, Alan and Christine to Southbank. We saw at Royal Festival Hall the "World Press Photo Exhibition" of press images covering the main news events of 2002. It was very depressing.
World Press Photo of the Year 2002 is a black & white picture of an earthquake in Qazvin. In the photograph a young boy clings on to his dead father's trousers as he squats by the grave where his father is about to be buried. The picture was taken in June 2002, after the earthquake struck Qazvin in northwest Iran, killing more than 500 people in some 12 villages. Here is the picture:
On Sunday we went to Kenwood Park to see the azaleas and rhododendrons! We met Jamie and Ruth who took this picture of Max with their daughter Polly.
Today is David (Davood)’s birthday; I wish him a very happy birthday in Thailand.
It is also Uncle Ahmad’s birthday. He and Inge are in Iran after over 20 years. I wish them a great time.
To Whom It May Concern:
Mark Brown, my assistant programmer, can always be found
hard at work in the office. He works independently, without
wasting company time talking to colleagues. He never
thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always
finishes given assignments on time. Often he takes extended
measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee
breaks. Mark is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no
vanity, in spite of his high accomplishments and profound
knowledge in his field. I firmly believe that he can be
classed as a high-calibre employee, the type which cannot be
dispensed with. Consequently, I duly recommend that Mark be
promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be
executed as soon as possible.
Received a short time later:
Re: Letter Of Reference
To Whom It May Concern:
That idiot was standing over my shoulder while I wrote the letter
I sent to you earlier today. Kindly re-read only every other line.