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Traveling has always been a passion of mine. Starting today, the last day of each month, I'm going to post a picture of a place that I want to visit someday. It will be sort of my travel wish list. For the month of November, it will be Hallstatt, Austria. Photo by Nick Csakany

While my mom is a casual user of facebook, my dad has never used it .We always encouraged him to try it out. He had a user account that my sister set it up for him but he never used it and as a result he couldn't remember his password either. Now he thinks he should learn how to use it, specially the thought of finding old university friends seems to be a good incentive. Anyway, now he has a new account and last night I heard my parents talking about facebook.  mom to dad : "You used to be my friend".

Trailer of "The Poot"; a 2009 documentary about Persian handmade carpet by Elham Asadi. Selected and screened at Amsterdam International Documentary Film Festivals (IDFA). Something that I must see.

Originally uploaded by bcaptured When a picture speaks for itself.

The sign says: Science in the City I say: Seriously! Couldn’t you come up with a catchier title?

November 2009 On Saturday night, in celebration of historical performances at the university, the music alumni group presented a classical music concert. The music was uplifting and heart-warming. Also, I couldn’t help noticing the elderly gentleman sitting at the far end of the stage, playing the violin. His calm manner and grey hair made me wanted to play too. Sure enough, he was a retired prof. It was a good night. 

It takes two to tango.

How can I escape? How can I be free from my thoughts? Where can I be free from myself?

Why some people lay a guilt trip on others. I think that is the sleaziest strategy out there. I meddled again, somewhere that was not my place but I couldn’t help myself.

I am so grateful to people who came up with the notion of  ' deadline '. Today, it was my deadline for one project which I have started working on (on and off) for over a month. But it was always there, in my mind, bugging me. I am so relieved that is all done now. I am even pleased to see how it turned out. Although my whole weekend was about work (like old times when I was a student) but I have a feeling of satisfaction. Another very busy week a head of me but I am content at this present moment and do not want any negative thoughts spoil that for me.

I grew up hating my curly hair. Now I have become to realize that the first thing people notice about me when they first meet me is my hair and oftentimes this is what they compliment me on because they do not like their own straight hair.

I know I already talked about Poets and Pahlevans: A Journey Into the Heart of Iran , the book, in another post but I'd like to share this too.

"Cultures need outlaws to challenge, and push, and prod them into defining and redefining themselves ... ." (Molnar, 1991)

View of Toledo This is how I'm feeling right now. I don't know how El Greco felt when he was painting this. But I know exactly how I feel; annoyed, irritated, and upset. Upset with myself and with all those who try to take advantage of me in one way or the other. It has been a while since I have lost focus. I realize that the time is passing me by and I need to be more proactive in every aspect of my life. I have to watch out for myself. If I don't, no one else does. grrr.... 

Count your age with friends but not with years - Anonymous and I think whoever said this was referring to the more traditional definition of friends not Facebook friends .