Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Beethoven's Sonata No. 1 for Piano and Cello in F major, op. 5 No. 1.

It is a GREAT piece of music, I have heard the recording of the live performance by "Mstislav Rostropovich and Sviatoslav Teofilovich Richter", it is a real masterpiece!

Friday, March 24, 2006

The Truth: Moloko

Go ...
Go to the mountain if you must
Go to the burning bush
Happy would ease your troubled mind
I'd be prepared to stay behind

I know you better than you think I do
Don't worry babe.. this is why i fell in love with you
The man in the looking glass
Is looking back at you at last

You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide

If happy times are too few and far between
It's a pity dear, we can't erase the things we've seen
So disappear, vanish if you wish
Just go before you're swallowed up by bitterness

And the truth is you can't hide from the truth
And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
I realized some time ago that I would have to let you go

May not be true to say that you'll return one day
But in your present state you may as well not be here at all
You wear a thin disguise, it's from yourself you hide
Just take a look at us, we are heading for a fall

Now presiding in this court of hip-hop
Justice, my rap forté
Judge, jury, bailing or prosecuting D.A.
Cause ceteris paribus
My modus operandi
It's carpe diem whether de facto or de jure
Comprende?
The people versus, you and your Sensi
Teaching that style of word-play
Weaker than wednesday
Regardless of what your friends say
They're all diss-able
Striken from the record and deemed indimissable
And this long arm of the law grabs the mic
To shoot dope lines first and ask questions later
The death sentences of this live litagator
Close the case tighter than the jaws of a 'gator
Stenonographers are steady loggin'
The jargon that your counselors are barking
In hopes of a plea bargain
But when you read back verbatim
What they're saying to pursuade them
They realize exactly how i've played them
I come with the truth, whole truth and nothing but
'Cause the truth hurts just as much as fuckin' with lies will
I brew skill with refills from now until
Plagiarizing MC's get their quotas filled

Baby I won't die without you by my side
As long as you return to these arms that burn
Baby I won't die just take a look inside
Into these eyes that burn, come to these arms that yearn

I won't die, if you leave me high
I won't die if you're not by my side

And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth, cause the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth
Because the truth is all there is
You can't hide from the truth..

Thursday, March 23, 2006

pass ato ... پس اتو: From Peanuts

pass ato ... پس اتو: From Peanuts

moments, addiction, love

I have to be sleeping, but I sneak out of my bed ....
I am re-experiencing our recent gathering in urbana-champaign, re-living those moments,
Something clicked, I can say it from what was written afterwards, like our trips to SHOMAL and NAMAR, something that cannot be forced back, even if we set another date for a re-union,
And a tendency to pull those moments from past to future, but we cannot, like an addict who keeps using it to get the first experience back but cannot ...

For a while now, I have been searching for the meaning of LOVE, and I ended up believing that it is a fiction, but maybe, maybe, this is what it is, a moment in time that you want to stretch ...
And maybe that is why love is holy and why it must be respected, and why you cannot deal with it unless you try to be perfect, try to have self-control ... and if you try to stretch it a little bit too far, it becomes addiction, repetition, a habit ...

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Once Again (Here to Kick One for You)

Get up out my way, it's Grand Pub's turn to shine
Hurt MCs ride the pine and get paid, no nevermind
One time as I sew it up like Dr. Frankenstein
Chickens ride the pony cause the rhyme flow genuine
As I do it like that, do it like this
Shorty watch your step or you might get Rocked like Chris
Are you feelin this? You dig the way it's going down?
Now we back in town watch all the chickens crowd around
Niggas try to duplicate my flow but it's difficult
Like a game of Yahtzee
Chickens stress me out like paparazzi
As I flip a flow you desire
Dattie blaze those trees and let's start this forest fire
My rhymes carry like the weight on Barry
Stack cheddar like Combs and buy homes like Larry
I be smoother than Tal, Sharp-ton like Al
When you ballin everybody want to be your pal
No dilly-dally, baggin up the shorter alley
Bouncin in German cars, still playin shot-ball
Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you
For sure dog cause this is how we do

Just an old fashioned love song, playin on the radio
Brand Nubian cats, here to flip one for you (2x)

Shame?

I am thinking what happens when my firends find this blog and see that I am talking to an open space --- with no audience? Actually, should or shouldn't I be embarrased by having no listener, no interested follower?
My first reaction: No you should pretend to be happy and proud of having no audience although you feel embarrased and keep your face.
My second reaction: You should admit, at least to yourself, and maybe to others, of your feelings and then maybe they go away at the end?

It's funny how things change to their opposites. I have seen it in many instances in mine and others' lives: like trying to capture a liquid by pressing on it. (What the f... you are talking about?)

It may also be related to one of my theorems :)

Monday, March 20, 2006

BBC:

You know, what the hell, who says I have to write about impossibility theorems all the time. After all, there are only so many such theorems anyway!!!! Moreover, it is much easier to quote other people than to write my "own" thoughts (99% of which are un-original anyway!)

It is funny that you create something and you become its slave ...

So, please read the following and especially the comments at the end:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/persian/news/story/2006/03/060313_waa_iranuclear.shtml

(Sorry it is in Farsi! :)

now rooz

Today is the first day of the new persian year.
Well, you should be able to guess my attitude toward
such things: so what? Who cares about new year versus
old year?
Now, this is a pretty common/old cliche of denying
traditions among intellectuals, but to prove my originality
I want to add a little twist.
The twist is that if such a concept is so apparantely absurd,
why so many people care about it?
In fact, I can/will raise the same question about all "traditions":
what is the point?
Yet another twist is that I believe in the power of average, therefore, I
have to admit that there are things here that I am completely missing.

Comment (from me to myself): Watch the "fiddler on the roof"
movie again and learn more about "traditions".

Answer: Thanks for the comment reza, if I find time I will certainly
watch the movie and let you know my impression. But to save time,
maybe you want to give me yours, so that I don't have to watch the
long movie (boring? not really!?) again.

Commenter: Well, I have not watched it for a while, you have to watch
it yourself.

Answer: OK! so I will explain more here after I watch.

Happy now rooz!!!!

Friday, March 17, 2006

I am NOT back

Well, for the information of all the enthusiastic fans of mine,
I am NOT back, and I do not expect to be back soon.
The reason is that I am pretty busy and I do not have anything
mildly interesting to say/write!

One more thing, now that my blog is discovered by one of my firends??!!!
I have to decide if I am going to make it public. There is no "anonymity"
benefit to this blog anymore. But that should not matter anyway, because
I do not have anything to say/write, remember?

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