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Jim Jarmusch

Found these two gems from Night On Earth on YouTube today.

Segment in Rome


Segment in New York

Tom Waits

My other all-time favorite dude with his new song, Lie To Me. If you haven't bought his new 3 CD album, do it. It's sumthin' else, as my old pal used to say.

Echo & The Bunnydudes

Video clips from perhaps one of the best yet most underrated bands in the history of rock, Echo & The Bunnymen.

Lizard

One of the better Iranian movies of the past few years, Marmoulak (or "Lizard"), is now available for free on the web. I never thought this would be possible, but here I am able to post the entire movie by Kamal Tabrizi, who also made another favorite Iranian movie of mine called "Leily Ba Man Ast" ("Leily Is With Me") a few years before this one.

So here you are ladies and gentlemen, divided into three parts of 37 minutes each, Marmoulak. Wow.

Part I


Part II


Part III

Peace, Brother

In Jerusalem, a female journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time; so she went to check it out.
She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was. She watched him pray; and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.
"I'm Rebecca Smith from the BBC. Sir, how long have you been coming to the wall and praying?"
"For about 60 years."
"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"
"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews, and the Muslims. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship."
"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"
"Like I'm talking to a fucking brick wall."

The Perpetual Cycle

When I was a little kid, my father used to tell me a lot of Molla Masreddin stories. For those who don't know or have forgotten who Molla Nasreddin is, I think you've missed out a lot in your life without knowing it. But instead of going on and on about "Molla", I'll refer you to this link and just mention that he's supposed to have been a funny character who apparently lived in the 13th century in our region of the earth. His stories have gone from mouth to mouth and from nation to nation for ages because they all (or almost) contain some insightful notion about the ways of the world. There's always something to remember from a Molla story should you wish to recount them to appear to be a wise man or woman one day.

I think it's a pity that the lack of popularity of our current-day mollas has created negative karma for the character and made the man fade from memories. There is a lot to be learned from the tales associated to Molla Nasreddin. One of those I couldn't stop remembering from my younger days while I was recently watching the horrendous events in Lebanon develop, was one that just hasn't left my mind for some time now. I've been thinking a lot about why that is, meaning why this specific story keeps coming back to memory, and I think I've finally found an answer to my personal enigma: I believe this tale actually sums up how the world has developed the way it has.

I'll explain: If you look closely, there are always two main sides in every event and the two usually have to make a deal to make something work. Only, the deal doesn't always work out the way it's supposed to. Take the latest piece of news as an example: President Ahmadinejad of Iran has invited President Bush of the USA to a TV debate. I think I already know how the debate, if it ever takes place, will turn out by applying the model of Molla's story to it. I also know how the Israeli-Palestinian dilemma will end just because I can associate this one story from the Molla collection with the events.

So read it carefully, you actually may learn something from this small tale and wonder to yourself why you hadn't thought of that:

One day Molla was wandering in the desert, all hungry and broke. After hours of walking, he finally reached a village where there was a caravanserai in which he could rest. As he was very hungry, he asked for food, but found out that the only food available was a soup that cost four Papasis. He couldn't help but notice that since he had only two Papasis left in his pocket, he wouldn't be able to afford to buy a bowl. That's when a stranger approached him and said that he had overheard his conversation about the soup, and as he also had only two papasis left, he suggested that they put their money together to share a portion.
Molla happily agreed and they bought a bowl. As they began eating, the man pulled out some salt from his shoulderbag and poured it into the soup.
Molla said "What are you doing? I don't like salt in my soup!"
The man replied "Look, half of this soup is mine, and I'll do whatever I wish with my half."
Molla didn't say anything further and decided to go on eating. That's when the man pulled out some pepper from his bag and started pouring it into the soup.
Molla, who was clearly annoyed, said "What are you doing? I don't want pepper in my soup!" to which, the man replied "Look, half of this soup is mine, and I'll do whatever I wish with my half."
Molla didn't say much this time either and began eating again. Only, he hadn't finished swallowing his next spoonful, when the man pulled out some lemon juice from his bag and poured it into the soup.
Molla, who was visibly angered this time, said "What are you doing? I don't like lemon juice in my soup!" Again, the man comfortably replied "Look, half of this soup is mine, and I'll do whatever I wish with my half."
Molla stared at the man for a second or two, and without any further hesitation, took out his schlong from underneath his robe and started pissing in the bowl.
The man said "What are you doing? You're pissing in the soup!"
That's when Molla replied "Look, it's my half of the soup, and I'll do whatever I goddamn wish with my half!"

And now you know why the world has gone astray.

Zidane+Materazzi=Love

For some 24 hours, the greatest mystery surrounded the issue of Zidane's head-butt to Materazzi's chest, which happened during the final of the World Cup yesterday, 9 July. Everybody was saying that Materazzi must have mumbled something really nasty to have pissed off a gentleman like Zidane that badly.

There were all sorts of rumors coming out of the rumor mill about the incident. One that was made by the Brits and that was denied almost immediately told of a racist remark, depicting Materazzi as calling Zidane a "dirty terrorist". But as I said, that one didn't turn out to be true.

There were also rumors coming out of the French camp about Materazzi having said something very bad about Zidane's mother. Something in the order of "Hey, I screwed your mother. It was great."

However, nobody knew for sure about that one, although I must say it seemed to be the most plausible rumor. Ultimately, that one was also denied by a very embarrassed Italian side, who said that the statement was only "partially" correct, but refused to say what part of it was actually wrong.

As this only added to the ever-growing mystery and shifted the world's focus on Zidane's sister instead, various international TV channels actually brought in lip-readers to try to see what was said during the exchange. This had now become the hottest news item on earth in the last few days or so - hotter than the war in Iraq, hotter than Bush's latest twist of the tongue.

The mystery has now been solved as announced on world media a few minutes ago. Besides benefiting from the relief factor of the story's denouement, we were shown once again that all the rumors were false. Or almost.

According to what they said, what Materazzi exactly told Zidane was "Hey, I drew a cartoon of your mother. It was great."

Avvin' A Drink

I just had a brilliant idea.

Having noticed that the players in this World Cup keep faking injuries to get some time off for everyone (including the referee) to get some refreshments, I'd like to propose the head of FIFA to consider setting up a long bar on each football field; complete with sexy bargirls and Bud Light advertisements; and giving them a five minute break in each half so that they could go suck on those yellow water-containers in peace and get to know each other better.