Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Anatomy of Change

Richard Strozzi Heckler, "The Anatomy of Change, A Way to Move Through Life's Transitions," 1993

"Living in our body means experiencing life through our feelings, sensations, and interactions and not simply from our projections and memories. When we begin to open to and live in our body, whether through pain or joy, a whole new universe of alternatives become available to us." p. 8

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Truth in Decision Making

When shooting at a target, it is a waste of time to sharpen the arrow head, 
if the body of arrow is bent or broken.
Hence, correct shooting requires a "whole" arrow.
When making decisions, it is a waste of time to focus on logic, costs and benefits,
if the body does not go along with the outcome.
Hence, true decision making is done with the whole body, not just the conscious mind.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Men's Writings

You can tell the gender of a blog writer, most of the time, by observing their writing style (not content, I am not stupid :)

Most men writings are somehow TOKHMI to my taste, they are too pretentious, always have an element of a big big "I" in them, notice me, kind of thing ...

However, if you can find a smart man, with inner confidence, who knows what he is talking about, then you are in for something really good ...

Most women writings are painfully long, long is OK if writer is really good, but sucks otherwise ...

Many women writings are genuine, connect to the soul ...

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Before the Rain

A post on Shaid's weblog [it is an impressive post, here] reminded me of a Serbian film I watched a few years ago. I had to search for half an hour to find the title, and since it is a very beautiful film (though violent, it is about war), I want to keep a record of it here!

Before the Rain, by Milcho Manchevski  [on Allmovie]

Eureka HENEK !

I have written many times here about driving slowly in our neighborhood and the sense of euphoria I get from it.

Today, Sima and I were coming back from the Alon's Bakery, and the temperature is about 63, so we opened car windows and slowed down. Hearing the voices of birds and surroundings, I suddenly realized a faint memory of many years back in Iran. When we went to Kerman in summers, many times my dad and uncles took me to a place 1-2 hours outside city, a series of villages, and our destination village was HENEK. They went for hunting, birds and other animals. The road was very rough so we had to slow down to about 10-15 km/hour. In the hot summer days, those villages on the hills of mountains enjoyed a cool weather. I always remember a breeze, so light and heavenly. At low speeds, you could feel the breeze, hear the birds, and all other nature sounds. Even at that young age, I could feel serendipity, some deep happiness, and calmness around.

Friday, February 05, 2010


A friend sent me this: 


I was in Starbucks yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to fart. The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat. After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my Latte and then noticed that everybody was staring at me. Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.

IT'S NOT ...

.. ``It's not your spread, and it's not how strong you are, and it's not how fast you are, because you have all those thing...