we've been spending most our lives living in a pastime paradise

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Alcoholic

In a desperate attempt to overcome his fears, the local cockroach is known to have lately developed a nasty drinking habit. He was seen last night going up to the slippers and shouting: "Why don't you try to hit me now, motherfuckers."

Ambitions

As the donkey was sitting in front of his TV set watching the horse race, he wished from the bottom of his heart that he had finished school when his father pushed him to.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

جوجه ، قسمت دوم


می خوام یه روزی جوجه ام انقدر به پدرش افتخار کنه که هر دفعه به بقالی سر کوچه رفت، بگه: «اقا، لطفأ از اون آدامسهایی بدین که عکس بابام روشه» ۰

Rezazadeh's Secret


Rezazadeh had just announced that he was going to lift 1000 kg at the next weightlifting championships when his cell phone rang.
It was Hazrat-e-Abolfazl (that's "Saint-Abolfazl" for those in L.A.).
All he said was "don't count on me this time, you smart ass" before he hung up.

The Story Of Ghazanfar, Part I

Ghazanfar just couldn't help it. Ever since his father had retired from playing for Juventus, he had pinned up the picture of a zebra on his wall in memory of the good old days.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

The Snow Plowers


snow clip image, originally uploaded by Parham.

Iran is one of those places where even a short conversation with a total stranger who happens to be passing by can be rich in content. This is pretty much unlike elsewhere, where even interactions that are supposed to be deep are often shallow and devoid of any real sign of life.

The following videoclip was not setup. I had just taped my son playing with his friends in the snow the other day when I decided to go out and take a look outside with my camera on. What happened next is what you see in the clip.

For those who can't hear what was said in the audio, here's the text of the conversation, together with a translation in English, courtesy of Jahanshah Javid:

Barfi 1: (from afar): Barfieh... barfieh... (It's the snow plower... it's the snow plower...)...
Barfi 1: (after having seen me recording the scene): Agha shabakeye chandom pakhsh misheh? (Sir, which channel will broadcast this?)
Me: (laughing): Az in shaansaa nadaari... (No such luck...)
Barfi 1: Bezaar tu Jam-e-Jam.... (Put it on Jam-e Jam TV)
Me: Ru maahvaare pakhshesh mikonim. (We'll put it on satellite TV)
Barfi 1: (now near) Agha salam. Biaaym paaroo konim? (Hello sir... should we come in and plow your snow?)
Barfi 2: Khasteh nabaashin... (May you not be tired...)
Me: Merci, ghorboone shomaa. Na... (Thank you very much, no thanks...)
Barfi 1: Tooye Jame-Jam bezaar oonaayi ke oonvare aaban befahman maa che gereftariyi daarim. (Put this on Jam-e Jam TV so that people on the other side of the ocean know what kind of problems we have...)
Me (laughing): Areh, vaasat mizaaram hame tamaashaa konan. Ma'roof mishi tu Amrica. (Yeah, I'll air it for everyone. You'll become famous in America.)
Barfi 1: Areh baba, chikaar konim digeh... (Yeah, what else can we do?...)
Barfi 1: (disappearing in the horizon with Barfi 2): Barfieh, barfieh... (It's the snow plower, it's the snow plower...)


Download the clip here (3.6 MB approx.)