Wednesday, March 30, 2005


Room for Rumi

As you may (or may not) know, I am a huge fan of Jalalludin Rumi (13th century Persian Sufi poet and mystic).

The following excerpt is one of my favorites.



These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask: How much is that? Oh, I'm just looking.

They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love, and two eyes wet with weeping.

But these walk into a shop, and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere"
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much"

Even if you don't know what you want, buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference
what people think of you...


Tuesday, March 29, 2005


Anonymous Haiku (by request)

Lurking in my chatterbox
Awaiting my words...

Sunday, March 27, 2005


A Bunny for Amunki

A little something I whipped out this morning

Happy Easter...

Monday, March 21, 2005


My Daddy the Pagan...

My Dad, the neo-hippie/pagan went backpacking in Iran to celebrate "Eid Norooz"...
(How cool is that?)

Damn, I wish I was there...

In case you don't know what it is, here's a little summary...

Norooz festival, an ancient and everlasting celebration, starts on the first day of the spring (March 21) and lasts for 13 days.

Although its historical origin is not known, it is certain that Norooz had been celebrated by people and kings throughout the monarchy of Achamenids and Sasanids and after the extinction of Yazdgerd's royal family, through Islam's pervasive jurisdiction, to the modern age of 21st century.

In Zoroastrianism (a religion involving fire-worship), the annual seasonal renewal festival of Norooz in spring is at the same time a solemn and joyful celebration of new life in nature and the anticipated resurrection of the body when the world will be restored to its original and intended goodness - after the defeat of Ahriman (the spirit of evil and chaos) and his demons.

On the days of the major festivals, such as Norooz, the first day of vernal equinox, and on the day of Mehragan or Mithra, the 16th day of the seventh month, the sacred fire was displayed to the faithful at night from some vantage point. This festival, was traditionally an autumn one, as honored as the spring feast of Norooz.

At present, Norooz is celebrated in many countries including Afghanistan, Tajikestan, India, Iraq, Pakistan, and Azarbaijan.

In pre-Islam age, Norooz was divided into two parts; during the first five days, the kings and governors would invite common people to their majestic courts to listen to their requests and to try to have their problems solved. On the 6th day they would choose privacy with their own royal household.

In 1046 B.C Jalaloddin Malakshah, a Saljuq king, decreed to the sages and scholars attending his royal court to create a new chronological system in which, Norooz, or the first day of the spring, was to be considered as the first day of the year. To do this, however, they decided to add a day to every four other years so that the fourth year included 366 days (a leap year) and after 28 years, they would add a day to the fifth year, i.e. the 33rd year. Thus, the Jalai calendar is the nearest one to the actual solar travel of the Earth, which is in 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 46 seconds.

According to the Persian legends, Norooz is the "first day of Creation".

By this time, a week before the start of the new year people begin to clean their houses by washing carpets and rugs, painting the walls, and dusting all their belongings. In Farsi they call it Khaneh-tekani. Honoring the arrival of spring - season of happiness and cheerful days about two handfuls of wheat or other grains are grown.

One popular ceremony of the festival is setting a table called Haft-sin in which seven edible things are placed that begin with letter "S" in Farsi like somagh (sumac), senjid (oleaster), serkeh (vinegar), sib (apple), sangak (a kind of Iranian bread) etc.

Beside them, Iranian people never forget to place a mirror, their holy book (Koran), and a crystal carafe with two gold fish in it, one or a few coins, and some candies on the table. As soon as the New Year starts (which has been calculated exactly to the minute) all the family members kiss each other on the cheek and then the children receive gifts from elder people.

The festival lasts for 13 days during which all the schoolgirls and boys are on vacation. (lucky bastards)

As a tradition Iranians try to spend the 13th day outdoors.
They picnic in the country, in mountainous areas or on the outskirts while making Bar-B-Q and having lunch in open space. Also, on this day, the grown sprouts of wheat are thrown away and the live red fish set free into the streams or in the pools.

There are a lot of sagas about this because it is believed that 13 is an ominous number. The most reasonable legend is that at the realm of an ancient Rex, the Earth had trembled by a terrifying earthquake and many houses were demolished. From that day on, supposing that it will happen again in the next year, people leave their houses.

So there you have it folks..

Happy Norooz everybody!

Tuesday, March 15, 2005


Poem of the day

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep.
Tonight you turn and turn.
I say, "You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves".
You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.


Tuesday, March 08, 2005


"Woman" Haiku

Feminists Unite
Marching in the month of March
Woe. Whoa man. Woman...

Saturday, March 05, 2005


Gluttony and other things...

Listening to: Scarlet's Walk by Tori Amos

Wearing: Black and Blue

Chewing: Extra sugarfree gum (the blue one)

Feeling: A bit inspired, but also disparaged.

Latest obsession: Watching "Sex & The City" Seasons 2-6 back to back.

Goal of the day: Don't fall asleep at the office

Goal of the week: Finish reading "The Satanic Verses" (by Salman Rushdie)

Goal of the month: Lose more weight/get healthier and shit like that

Goal of the year: Ummm... Get my shit together... (but then again, I say that ALL the time... Should trademark it as my very own personal "Mantra")

[[ Munki's Mantra: Get my sheeeeet to-getherrrrrrrrrr.... Ohm...]]

Naughty confession: I ate ONE DOZEN chocolate chip cookies from Fuddrucker's last night all by myself. (GASP!)

Wish I was: NOT pigging out as much

Wish I wasn't: Such a piggie pig---oink oink.

and I will leave you with the quote of the day:

"Food is our common ground, a universal experience".
--James Beard

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