Mon petit vulcan
You're eruptions and disasters
I keep calm admiring your lava
I keep calm
10/23/11
2/21/11
2/12/11
1/31/11
12/22/10
10/29/10
The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.
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The goal of life is to realize the self. The self is an archetype that represents the transcendence of all opposites, so that every aspect of your personality is expressed equally. You are then neither and both male and female, neither and both ego and shadow, neither and both good and bad, neither and both conscious and unconscious, neither and both an individual and the whole of creation. And yet, with no oppositions, there is no energy, and you cease to act. Of course, you no longer need to act.
To keep it from getting too mystical, think of it as a new center, a more balanced position, for your psyche. When you are young, you focus on the ego and worry about the trivialities of the persona. When you are older (assuming you have been developing as you should), you focus a little deeper, on the self, and become closer to all people, all life, even the universe itself. The self-realized person is actually less selfish.
Carl Jung
10/25/10
"Love feels like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures."
"you only love someone who is an abyss, whom you don't know. Love always means this. . . In order to love someone, it should be an abyss . . . it should be a lacking in perfect being, but at the same time a being with an impenetrable excess. There is no love without this. "
Say I am passionately attached, in love, or whatever, to another human being and I declare my love, my passion for him or her. There is always something shocking, violent in it. This may sound like a joke, but it isn't - you cannot do the game of erotic seduction in politically correct terms. There is a moment of violence, when you say: 'I love you, I want you.' In no way can you bypass this violent aspect. So I even think that the fear of sexual harassment in a way includes this aspect, a fear of a too violent, too open encounter with another human being.
"The one measure of true love is: you can insult the other"
Slavoj Žižek
10/22/10
10/21/10
10/20/10
10/18/10
10/17/10
10/16/10
10/5/10
10/4/10
It rained today. The rain is always heavenly to me, it brings down good memories, feelings and emotions and falls right into my head, on my neck, and all over my chest. It wakes me up, helps me breath and brings me to life. I smile whenever it rains. when the sky gets filled with dark, heavy clouds, my heart starts beating in a weird way, and I sit next to the window, listen carefully to catch the first sounds of rain drops on the ground. I can't even begin to describe how I feel at that moment.
10/3/10
I woke up in the middle of the night, and I looked at you. you had a little smile on your face, so real, so fresh. my heart is break dancing inside my chest and I jump out, go to kitchen, drink a cup of water to calm it down. now its painful , I do some stretches. smoke a cigarette, take a pee , and come back to bed, crawl under my blanket, and I look at you again, you are still there, still have a little smile on your face, it's so real, I turn around, I can feel your heat in my back, and I can feel your breath under my ear, moving the little hair hanging there, Its so real, my heart is calming down now, I never want to turn around, I never want to turn around.
10/1/10
9/28/10
9/23/10
8/3/10
من تو هستم، تو!
و کسی که دوست می دارد
و کسی که در درون خود
ناگهان پیوند گنگی باز می یابد
با هزاران چیز غربتبار نامعلوم...
گوش کن
به صدای دوردست من
در مه سنگین اوراد سحرگاهی
و مرا در ساکت آیینه ها بنگر
که چگونه باز با ته مانده های دستهایم
عمق تاریک تمام خوابها را لمس می سازم
و دلم را خالکوبی می کنم
چون لکه ای خونین
بر سعادتهای معصومانه ی هستی
و کسی که دوست می دارد
و کسی که در درون خود
ناگهان پیوند گنگی باز می یابد
با هزاران چیز غربتبار نامعلوم...
گوش کن
به صدای دوردست من
در مه سنگین اوراد سحرگاهی
و مرا در ساکت آیینه ها بنگر
که چگونه باز با ته مانده های دستهایم
عمق تاریک تمام خوابها را لمس می سازم
و دلم را خالکوبی می کنم
چون لکه ای خونین
بر سعادتهای معصومانه ی هستی
7/25/10
6/30/10
Hossein Panahi Dezhkooh (Persian: حسین پناهی دژکوه) (born 28 August 1956- died 7 August 2004 ) was an Iranian actor and poet., the Iranian Actor, writer and director. He first went to a religious (Islamic) school and came back to his town as a religious preacher, but after a false answer he gave to a woman on purpose, he was excommunicated by his family and the whole city, so he went to Tehran to attend “Anahita” School of arts in playwriting/acting.
He started professional acting in some TV shows, and then directed his own written plays. He was most popular for the speacial childish charactor he had in his roles.
5/6/10
Oh the desert! it is the best gift of mother earth, oh the ocean, it is the kindest mother...
the desert with the sun that melts down everything, melts you down into everything you can find in it!
the desert sings you songs every morning, sleep you in to its lullabies. the best poet of all time. the poet who never stops poetry.
flowers rising to the sky, cactus dreaming of water, humming birds flying still melting into the flowers...
nothing is linear.
desert is full of lines and yet, nothing is linear. everything spins around, make you fly, make you love. destructs you, takes every piece of you and attaches them to its children.
the desert is my home, I want to live here, and die here. I want to paint here, sing here. love here. and never let go.
the desert makes you speechless. makes you go crazy, makes you not think! makes you a lover. no words no words can explain this.
4/20/10
I saw muse for the second time and they are to me still one of the best bands specially on the stage.
When MUSE hit the stage, the impact of the sheer volume, lights, and energy hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. everyone was in a transfixed hypnotic state, mouths open, eyes wide, in total awe of what they were seeing. after Tool band these guys are my favorite bands to see on stage.
4/15/10
4/6/10
3/26/10
3/20/10
Here is a beautiful Opera (Koroghlu) by Ozeyir Hajibeyove, the father of Azerbaijan's classical music. I uploaded these files, because I found it very hard for people who are interested to find this music online to listen or purchase. it took me a few days to figure out where I can buy the CDs so I thouught I'd share these with those who are interested in this music and masterpieces of Hajibeyov I hope that he forgives me for doing so :).
3/16/10
3/5/10
2/23/10
2/22/10
2/19/10
2/18/10
2/17/10
I just watched "The birds" by Hitchcock. The movie was another classic masterpiece by this legendary director. There was a mysterious atmosphere all throughout the movie resulted by unknown reasons for flocks of birds attacking people and killing them. Interesting selection of characters and brilliant scenes of thousands of birds just suspiciously sitting outside and waiting for something unknown. a highly recommended horror movie.
2/16/10
2/15/10
2/12/10
1/25/10
5/10/09
At Exposed 09 design conference
Workshop: See → Sort → Sketch : Pen & Paper Techniques for Getting From Research to Design. Kate Rutter, Adaptive Path
if you are interested in seeing the presentation click here
4/16/09
4/25/08
12/27/07
11/21/07
10/19/07
BLACKMORE'S NIGHT
I went to Blackmore's night. a precious experience .
they are way cooler than what I always imagined.
they are way cooler than what I always imagined.
9/18/07
6/28/07
TOOL
I'M Going to this Music festival in Milwaukee on Tuesday
and will stay there until Wednesday
WHEN TOOL IS PERFORMING.
and here is where I'll sit
5/11/07
5/2/07
IPD FINAL
I just Can't believe that I have no IPD anymore,
here are the final pictures , from the final meeting.
AND
GOODBYE
GOODBYE
