کي بود ميگفت ادب مرد به زدولت اوست؟
آقا چقدر درست گفته!!!
پنجشنبه، آبان ۲۲
سه‌شنبه، آبان ۲۰
تصميم جديد شورای شهر تهران:
هفدهمين نمايشگاه بين المللي کتاب تهران برگزار نمي شود
تغيير محتوای روزنامه همشري، برنامه دفن جسد در ميدان های شهر، احداث مسجد در کنار تئاتر شهر، تخريب زمين اسکيت و پينگ پنگ پارک ملت و احداث مسجد به جای آن، جلوگيری از برگزاری کنسرت و جشن در فرهنگسراها و مراکز زيرنظر شهرداري، تغيير مديريت و کاهش بودجه فرهنگسراها، تأسيس مراکز مذهبی و دسته های سينه زنی در شهرداري، تعطيلی خانه تئاتر، تعطيلی آموزشگاه مجسمه سازی، تعطیلی خانه ی هنرمندان و ...
فکر کنم از حسرتهاي اغلب بچه هايي که از ايران ميان يکيش از دست دادن همين نمايشگاه بين المللي کتاب باشه منکه حتي پارسال حاضر بودم امتحاناي ترم تابستونم رو نصفه نيمه ول کنم و زودتر برم ايران که به نمايشگاه برسم ولي موندم که جواب مامانم اينا رو چي بدم!!!!
براي مني که خورهء کتاب و مجله ام نمايشگاه کتاب تجسم بهشت بود...توي دوهفتهء برگزاريش دستکم سه چهار بار با سه چهار گروه مختلف دوستام براي خريد کتاب و شرکت در جلسات و گفتگو با نويسنده ها و روزنامه نگارها توي محوطهء وسيع نمايشگاه ولو بودم...به غير از اينها توي نمايشگاه رويه و شخصيتي از مردم و بويژه جوونهاي ايراني رو ميديدم که برام شديدآ جالب بود٫جوونهاي روشنفکر٫با مطالعه...
حالا خدا رو شکر اين حسرت هم از بين رفت و ديگه سال ديگه مژده نميتونه با تعريفهاش دلم رو بسوزونه...آقاي عزيز هم ديگه نميگه دلم نيومد بدون تو برم نمايشگاه بين المللي...جايي که اولين بار همديگه رو ديديم...
با تقديم سپاس و تشکرات بي حد اينجانب از شوراي شهر محترم و شهردار محترم تهران به جهت اين تصميم مبارک تقاضا مينمايم که به منظور زدودن حسرت از دل جوانان خارح از وطن در اسرع وقت و به سبک چنگيز خان مغول مکانهاي ذ‌يل را با خاک يکسان نماييد:
- خيابان ولي عصر بالا ( بويژه ميدان ونک و مرکز خريدونک )
-ميدان تجريش به انضمام بازار قديمي وپاساژ قائم
-پارک نياوران
-خيابان آپادانا
-مرکز خريد گلستان
-ميدان سروسعادت آباد
-بارک جمشيديه
-موزهءهنرهاي معاصر و بازار فرهنگ و هنر
-خيابان مير داماد
-سينما فرهنگ
-خيابان دروس
چهارشنبه، آبان ۱۴
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace is so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin'
in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover
The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't really know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't really know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
BLACK EYED PEAS
من اگه از رو برم و بجاي وبلاگخوندن مثل آدم سر تحقيق و درس و مشقم بشينم خيلي خوبه اصلآ ثواب داره حالا ثوابش هيچي آبروريزي هفتهء ديگه رو بگو...مثلآ جون خودم قراره Referat داشته باشم در مورد حقوق زنان در سازمان ملل و پيشرفتها و پسرفتهاي کشورهاي مختلف در زمينهء برابري حقوق زنان اونهم جلوي استادي که براي خودش يه پا سيمون دوبواره!!!خدا جون کمــــــــــــــــــک...
سه‌شنبه، آبان ۱۳
اينم متن ايميلي که امروز داشتم...
I send you this message from a library of our small city and I hope
very much that this message has reached your address.
My name is Valentin, I'm a student and I live with my blind mother in
Russia. I work very hard every day to be able to take care of my mother,
but my salary is very small because my studies are not finished.
Due to the crisis our authorities stoped gas in our small city and now
I cook food for my mother and me by making a fire near our home. Now we
cannot heat our home because we don't have gas anymore and I don't know
what to do, because the winter is coming and the temperature outside
will be minus 30 degrees Celsius. I'm afraid that the temperature inside
our home can be lower than 0 degrees and we will not be able to
survive.
Therefore I send you this desperate message with a prayer in my heart
and I hope you can help us. If you have any old warm blankets, sleeping
bags, portable heater or any other things which can help us during the
winter, as well as any high-calories food-stuffs, I will be very
grateful to you if you could send it to our postal address which is:
Valentin Mihailin,
Ryleeva Street, 6-45,
Kaluga. 248030,
Russia.
If you think that it would be better or easier for you to help with
some money, please write me back and I will give you the details for
sending it safely if you agree. This way to help is very good because the
necessities here are not very expensive.
I pray to hear from you soon. From all my heart I wish you Happiness,
Love and Peace.
God Bless You,
Valentin and my Mother Elena.
Kaluga. Russia.
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