<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:15:19.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damavand in Iran</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7942587648788213515</id><published>2011-08-17T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T05:46:52.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do what you love</title><content type='html'>First of all I am not filtered but "blogger" is filtered here. So I am also a subgroup.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I meant by "leave" , leaving the meeting or cyber space.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly I decides to put this lecture of Steve Jobs here. He gave it at 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; width: 91%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 6pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;   &lt;td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 6pt; padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 6.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 2; text-align: center; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do what you love - words of wisdom from Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar   Animation Studios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; width: 98%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 21.75pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;   &lt;td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 21.75pt; padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 7.5pt 7.5pt 7.5pt 7.5pt; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 449.2pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;   &lt;td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 449.2pt; padding: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do what you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest   universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told,   this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to   tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three   stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Reed&lt;/st1:placename&gt;    &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; after the first   6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so   before I really quit. So why did I drop out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college   graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very   strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all   set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when   I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl.   So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the   night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?"   They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that   my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never   graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers.   She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would   someday go to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was   almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings   were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the   value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how   college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of   the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out   and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but   looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I   dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me,   and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in   friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with,   and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good   meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I   stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be   priceless later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you one example: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Reed&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at that time offered perhaps   the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every   poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed.   Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I   decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about   serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between   different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It   was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't   capture, and I found it fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten   years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came   back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer   with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in   college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally   spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no   personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have   never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not   have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to   connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very   clear looking backwards ten years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them   looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in   your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma,   whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the   difference in my life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My second story is about love and loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started   Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years   Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company   with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the   Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired.   How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we   hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and   for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future   began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board   of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What   had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. &lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the   previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as   it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried   to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even   thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to   dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not   changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I   decided to start over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the   best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being   successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure   about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my   life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company   named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife.   Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy   Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a   remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the   technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance.   And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from   Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it.   Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm   convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did.   You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is   for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the   only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And   the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it   yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll   know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better   and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't   settle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My third story is about death. &lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live   each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be   right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33   years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If   today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do   today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many   days in a row, I know I need to change something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever   encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost   everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment   or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only   what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best   way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are   already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the   morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know   what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of   cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than   three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in   order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell   your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in   just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it   will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where   they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my   intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor.   I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the   cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to   be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had   the surgery and I'm fine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I   get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to   you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely   intellectual concept: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die   to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever   escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the   single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the   old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too   long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry   to be so dramatic, but it is quite true. &lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be   trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's   thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner   voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and   intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.   Everything else is secondary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth   Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a   fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Menlo Park&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and he brought it to life with   his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and   desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and   polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years   before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools   and great notions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and   then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the   mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a   photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself   hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words:   "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they   signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for   myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. &lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; width: 80%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 10.5pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"&gt;     &lt;td style="background-color: transparent; border: rgb(0, 0, 0); height: 10.5pt; padding: 0.75pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Authors     Details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is the text of the     Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar     Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 7pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7942587648788213515?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7942587648788213515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7942587648788213515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7942587648788213515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7942587648788213515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-of-all-i-am-not-filtered-but.html' title='Do what you love'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4863705708389377126</id><published>2011-02-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:30:11.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good bye</title><content type='html'>It was impolite to leave without saying goodbye. My blog is filtered and I don't know why? &lt;br /&gt;Any how it seems to me that it is difficult to use antiproxi every time&amp;nbsp;for writing.&amp;nbsp;So it is better to say good bye and leave politely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4863705708389377126?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4863705708389377126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4863705708389377126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4863705708389377126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4863705708389377126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-bye.html' title='good bye'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8257126556774497936</id><published>2011-02-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:59:48.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crowd</title><content type='html'>Tunis and Egypt these days have demonstrations. The crowd cry she does not like the existing situation but she does not know what she like. Because crowd has no identity. So what is the solution for these closed system countries? I don't know. But revolution is not the solution. Many revolutions leads to deception. Sometimes the majority is not right , so let do not judge now and wait for a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8257126556774497936?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8257126556774497936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8257126556774497936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8257126556774497936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8257126556774497936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/02/crowd.html' title='crowd'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8565793575177176984</id><published>2011-01-26T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:43:20.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>toy story 3</title><content type='html'>Last night I watch "toy stroy 3" and it was very nice. I like the song in this animation: "You've got a friend in me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;When the road looks rough ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And you're miles and miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;From your nice warm bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Just remember what your old pal said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Boy, you've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;We stick together and we see it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Some other folks might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;A little bit smarter than I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Bigger and stronger too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;But none of them will ever love you the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It's me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;And as the years go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Boys, our friendship will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You're gonna see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It's our destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;You've got a friend in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8565793575177176984?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8565793575177176984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8565793575177176984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8565793575177176984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8565793575177176984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/toy-story-3.html' title='toy story 3'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4017320676175786055</id><published>2011-01-20T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:52:08.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bicycle</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday and every thing seems good to me. Long time no blogging! I like to write. I put here only a quote from a book of Lisa Jimenez:&lt;div&gt;" Life is like riding a bicycle. You don't fall off unless you plan to stop pedaling." Claude Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4017320676175786055?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4017320676175786055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4017320676175786055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4017320676175786055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4017320676175786055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/bicycle.html' title='bicycle'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5592976436075544995</id><published>2010-12-26T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:08:05.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>under the roofs of Paris</title><content type='html'>Tonight I watch a film which brought me to Paris of 1930. About 27 years before I was born. The name of the film was "Under the roof of Paris". It has a special effect on me. First the old buildings. Then the wearing of people was so simple and the floor of the room which was paved with old and ugly stones. Then the relationships were strange. As a whole it was good for its own time. The director of the film was Rene Clair.&lt;br /&gt;I think in spite of so many progress that man has conquered the essential elements of relationship still is the same. Love, envy and fight for a girl and people around watching with no action, all is the same in its essence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5592976436075544995?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5592976436075544995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5592976436075544995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5592976436075544995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5592976436075544995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/under-roof-of-paris.html' title='under the roofs of Paris'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-999560193137925549</id><published>2010-12-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:41:01.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lie</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday. In the morning I took the car for Diag (here means diagnostic of car faults)&amp;nbsp;and car wash. I tried to buy some bank dollar but going to 3 banks no result. At job in two point we have chaos. In personal affair in two points we have chaos. These days it seems to me that the people are not faithful to their promises. Lie has become a habit. Every where I go somebody is lying. Let me define Lie from dictionary :) a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TRN7KNrUIyI/AAAAAAAAALc/AR5BFR5JJ9w/s1600/image_statistics_how_to_lie2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TRN7KNrUIyI/AAAAAAAAALc/AR5BFR5JJ9w/s320/image_statistics_how_to_lie2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why anybody lies? I don't know. But it hurts your trust in somebody or something. Lying is destructive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-999560193137925549?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/999560193137925549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=999560193137925549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/999560193137925549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/999560193137925549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/lie.html' title='lie'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TRN7KNrUIyI/AAAAAAAAALc/AR5BFR5JJ9w/s72-c/image_statistics_how_to_lie2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5923651476499505150</id><published>2010-12-20T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:17:45.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;A process which led from the amoeba to man appeared to the philosophers to be obviously a progress though whether the amoeba would agree with this opinion is not known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/bertrandru400981.html" style="color: #0011ff; line-height: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Bertrand Russel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/bertrandru400981.html" style="color: #0011ff; line-height: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight I tried to write some words of myself but it seems to me it is better to put a quote and leave for a better time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5923651476499505150?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5923651476499505150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5923651476499505150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5923651476499505150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5923651476499505150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/12/progress.html' title='progress'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-9145875091128121304</id><published>2010-09-21T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:10:47.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limelight</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched Limelight a film of Chaplin. It was good. I had seen almost all of his films and I download Limelight from internet to see this one. A sad comedy.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find the meaning of Limelight. As u know Chaplin has another film , called "city lights". But they have two complete different meanings. Limelight , as I found , means "famous".&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a ex-famous comedian and a ballet dancer who is afraid of not become successful.&lt;br /&gt;finished.&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-9145875091128121304?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9145875091128121304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=9145875091128121304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/9145875091128121304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/9145875091128121304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/limelight.html' title='Limelight'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6882164766081248027</id><published>2010-09-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:28:12.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is silence meditation?</title><content type='html'>It is getting cold in Tehran. Work and family affairs are normal. Recently I listen to Krishnamurti dialogue with Anderson (18th dialogue) and he talks about silence and meditation. "When there is silence there is no time."&lt;br /&gt;Why silence is good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6882164766081248027?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6882164766081248027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6882164766081248027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6882164766081248027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6882164766081248027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-silence-meditation.html' title='Is silence meditation?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-524879840970848268</id><published>2010-09-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:33:49.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The Element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;How Finding Your Passion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Changes Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ken Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a book which I bought in Malaysia. I became familiar with Robinson by his lecture at TED.com about "creativity" and it seems to me very original. From then I follow him until I found a chance to buy his book.&lt;br /&gt;The book has 11 chapters:&lt;br /&gt;chapter 1 : The element&lt;br /&gt;chapter 2 : Think differently&lt;br /&gt;chapter 3 : &amp;nbsp;Beyond imagining&lt;br /&gt;chapter 4 : In the Zone&lt;br /&gt;chapter 5 : Finding your tribe&lt;br /&gt;chapter 6 : What will they think&lt;br /&gt;chapter 7 : Do you feel lucky?&lt;br /&gt;chapter 8 : Somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;chapter 9 : Is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;chapter 10 : For love or money?&lt;br /&gt;chapter 11 : Making the grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is very good book and I suggest every body to buy and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;It's not what happens to us that determines our lives- it's what we make of what happens.(page 159)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-524879840970848268?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/524879840970848268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=524879840970848268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/524879840970848268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/524879840970848268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/element.html' title='The Element'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3619815133292463500</id><published>2010-09-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:10:25.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of no value</title><content type='html'>I , I who have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I am writing so I "am".&lt;br /&gt;I am living.&lt;br /&gt;I hope u are living too.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to think and write some word of wisdom. At the same time unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a hero.&lt;br /&gt;I am an ordinary man of 53 years old.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit later I will be under the ground or earth, sleeping silently. At the same time the bus will move in the street. I will &amp;nbsp;not exist and the bus will be there.&lt;br /&gt;The observer is dead, the observed is alive.&lt;br /&gt;Work = ordinary with no innovation.&lt;br /&gt;I have not written for a while because my native language is not English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3619815133292463500?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3619815133292463500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3619815133292463500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3619815133292463500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3619815133292463500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-of-no-value.html' title='thoughts of no value'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-9174657755843977659</id><published>2010-07-06T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:32:43.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>football and unbearable lightness of being</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm watching football between Netherland and Oroguay. In half time they are 1-1 and I am at Netherland side. But why we like watching football? Like old times which looking gladiator's combat was a fun. I think perhaps we want to forget our misery for 90 minutes. Very simple. Forgetting death. Forgetting unbearable lightness of being (as once was said by Milan Kundera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TDOD0P8xlWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MCtAOXJm6_s/s1600/unbearable-lightness-of-being.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TDOD0P8xlWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MCtAOXJm6_s/s320/unbearable-lightness-of-being.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I predict the game 2-1 for victory of Netherland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-9174657755843977659?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9174657755843977659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=9174657755843977659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/9174657755843977659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/9174657755843977659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/07/football-and-unbearable-lightness-of.html' title='football and unbearable lightness of being'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TDOD0P8xlWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MCtAOXJm6_s/s72-c/unbearable-lightness-of-being.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2631997171036855771</id><published>2010-06-28T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:33:38.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TCiM7jcoUiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7BdPzo4gkjs/s1600/home+in+shahalam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TCiM7jcoUiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7BdPzo4gkjs/s320/home+in+shahalam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Malaysia now. I do not feel well. Comparing with Iran we are far from &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Maly&lt;/span&gt;. The culture and modernisation and tourism management is good here. In Iran we are "part" , a word in Persian which means that we are completely far from the main&amp;nbsp;subject. When will the situation of Iran&amp;nbsp;improve? Why must&amp;nbsp;always we feel lower with respect to other&amp;nbsp;countries?&lt;br /&gt;Here is&amp;nbsp;a picture as a memorandum:&amp;nbsp; a lake near our hotel in&amp;nbsp; S&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;alam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2631997171036855771?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2631997171036855771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2631997171036855771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2631997171036855771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2631997171036855771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TCiM7jcoUiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7BdPzo4gkjs/s72-c/home+in+shahalam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3286134825515645062</id><published>2010-06-18T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:46:07.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>When we get older we tend to advise youth and so a little bit talkative! One of Persian poets (&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Saadi&lt;/span&gt;) has a poem defining this point. I translate it by my own words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Saadi&lt;/span&gt; is used to advise and could not stop his behaviour&lt;br /&gt;Because he had &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;moshk&lt;/span&gt;(a good smelling thing) in his bag and he can not hide it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Moshk&lt;/span&gt; is a material which present in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;persian&lt;/span&gt; poems and it means a material in the navel of deer and have a very good smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3286134825515645062?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3286134825515645062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3286134825515645062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3286134825515645062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3286134825515645062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3033444095836055106</id><published>2010-06-07T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:29:20.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emigrant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TA24G-7VZBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jWK4Qjbzfqw/s1600/ch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TA24G-7VZBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jWK4Qjbzfqw/s320/ch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was watching "emigrant" one of the old silent films of Charlie Chaplin and I found it incredible again.&lt;br /&gt;The episode which he is paying in the restaurant was nice.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find a pic of him and I found this better than the others. Even though this post is not about "the kid".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3033444095836055106?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3033444095836055106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3033444095836055106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3033444095836055106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3033444095836055106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/emigrant.html' title='emigrant'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TA24G-7VZBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jWK4Qjbzfqw/s72-c/ch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2696858531306848869</id><published>2010-06-07T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:30:35.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jogging and death of Jim Fixx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TA21XT7dQDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zD9a_AvUphw/s1600/fixx_cp_2857454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TA21XT7dQDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zD9a_AvUphw/s320/fixx_cp_2857454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was reading about strange death in internet which I confront the name of Jim Fixx. He died at 52 in spite of having a book&amp;nbsp; "The Complete Book of Running". Doctors declares his case as an ironic death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2696858531306848869?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2696858531306848869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2696858531306848869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2696858531306848869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2696858531306848869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/jogging-and-death-of-jim-fixx.html' title='jogging and death of Jim Fixx'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/TA21XT7dQDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zD9a_AvUphw/s72-c/fixx_cp_2857454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2629991658572692127</id><published>2010-05-16T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:25:55.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>For a long time I did not write a word. Still I have no idea of what to write. But I am living so I fight. (with a glimps to "Zorba the Greek")&lt;br /&gt;and also: The man needs a little maddness, or he will never cut the rope and be free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2629991658572692127?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2629991658572692127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2629991658572692127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2629991658572692127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2629991658572692127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-word.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8907154181709814105</id><published>2010-05-04T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:50:26.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S-BAJ6pNqfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/x_aR-JApciw/s1600/Picture+004+lit30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S-BAJ6pNqfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/x_aR-JApciw/s320/Picture+004+lit30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my daughter's shoes. New mode. New generation. Can u believe that I bought it 70 dollars? Why each generation feels comfortable with special type of wearing modes? Which parameter has more influence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8907154181709814105?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8907154181709814105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8907154181709814105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8907154181709814105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8907154181709814105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S-BAJ6pNqfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/x_aR-JApciw/s72-c/Picture+004+lit30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5424747448484252239</id><published>2010-04-20T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:00:30.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S83nI9cb5DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fw9aquU5w74/s1600/image001[1].jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S83nI9cb5DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fw9aquU5w74/s320/image001%5B1%5D.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5424747448484252239?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5424747448484252239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5424747448484252239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5424747448484252239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5424747448484252239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-comment.html' title='If only I had...'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S83nI9cb5DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fw9aquU5w74/s72-c/image001%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5487614912205561366</id><published>2010-04-09T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:37:24.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bookends of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Today I came to Paye-takht center for repairing of my daughter's laptop fan and &amp;nbsp;upto 10:04 it is not openend. I came to this cafe-net and looking through my emails. This is part of one article which was in my email. it is form&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003399; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miles Patrick Yohnke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and now I want to share it with u:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I've never seen a u-haul behind a hearse. The only thing you take with you when you're gone is what you leave behind. We are slapped when we come into this world and they shovel dirt on us in the end. This is our life. Everyone's life. These are the bookends of life. But what really matters is what goes on in the middle. That we are passionate people. That we are caring people. That we LIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5487614912205561366?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5487614912205561366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5487614912205561366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5487614912205561366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5487614912205561366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/bookends-of-life.html' title='bookends of life'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6889670550786883852</id><published>2010-04-09T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:51:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamin C &amp; revolutionazied high jumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S79meptbrNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GH57HagTfwE/s1600/creativity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S79meptbrNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GH57HagTfwE/s320/creativity.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I like this statue which shows a man thinking deliberately. I found it in an essay "How can you think of things that no-one else thinks of?" in this url: &lt;a href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/how-to-think-what-nobody-else-thinks.html"&gt;http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/how-to-think-what-nobody-else-thinks.html&lt;/a&gt; . To sumerise the concepts of this article I can say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If there is a standard viewpoint which is like a box, the creative one will not be in it. It is in a different place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Two examples in that essay strongly touched me: The story of Albert Szent-Gyorgy who discovered Vitamin C and the story of&amp;nbsp; Dick Fosbury who revolutionized high jumping by using "flop" instead of "rolled" over the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6889670550786883852?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6889670550786883852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6889670550786883852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6889670550786883852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6889670550786883852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/vitamin-c-revolutionazied-high-jumping.html' title='Vitamin C &amp; revolutionazied high jumping'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S79meptbrNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GH57HagTfwE/s72-c/creativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4242172993042578078</id><published>2010-04-07T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:19:54.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why anybody dies?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I watched an old film "The Postman always rings twice" a film of 1946 productions. The acteress was Lana Turner. She was 25 at this film. I went to imdb.com to see a biography of her. She died at 1995. I think it is a sad fact that nothing lasts. Even the one who is writing these words! I can remember the dialogue of Zorba : Why anybody dies?...the books talks about the agony of manhood. They can't answer such kind of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S7z1WtnN1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dwWYwwVl_84/s1600/the+postman+always+rings+twice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S7z1WtnN1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dwWYwwVl_84/s320/the+postman+always+rings+twice.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4242172993042578078?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4242172993042578078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4242172993042578078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4242172993042578078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4242172993042578078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-anybody-dies.html' title='Why anybody dies?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S7z1WtnN1dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dwWYwwVl_84/s72-c/the+postman+always+rings+twice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8191482141107477075</id><published>2010-03-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:29:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary and Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S6hiIPgMFkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s9jY_mE5atk/s1600-h/Mary+and+Max.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S6hiIPgMFkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s9jY_mE5atk/s320/Mary+and+Max.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I suggest u to see the animation "Mary and Max". It has so many new concepts and enriched my words expressing unknown feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;P.S. Don't forget to pay attention to the dialogues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;PPS. &amp;nbsp;If it happens feel free to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;PPPS. No extra comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8191482141107477075?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8191482141107477075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8191482141107477075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8191482141107477075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8191482141107477075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-suggest-u-to-see-animation-mary-and.html' title='Mary and Max'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S6hiIPgMFkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s9jY_mE5atk/s72-c/Mary+and+Max.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1172872535830636113</id><published>2010-03-12T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:45:54.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creative understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This creative understanding is to be discovered and it is this understanding which frees the mind from craving. And it is this extensional awareness in which there is no becoming, with its hope and fear, achievement and failure, with its self-enclosing pain and pleasure, that will free thought-feeling from ignorance and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But this extensional awareness is strenuous, to be carried on throughout the day and not only during a set period. You must become strenuous and experiment for it is not to be picked out of books or through attending meetings or following a technique. It comes through self-awareness, through self-knowledge. The real significance of what meditation is becomes of enormous im- portance. This process of self -awareness is not to be limited to certain periods of the day but to be continuous. Out of this meditative awareness comes deep stillness in which alone there is the real. This stillness of the mind is not the result of exclusiveness, of contraction, of setting aside every thought and feeling and concentrating on making the mind still. You can enforce stillness on the mind but it is the stillness of death, un- creative, stagnant and in that state it is not possible to discover that which is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;july 16, 1944 Krishnamurti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1172872535830636113?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1172872535830636113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1172872535830636113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1172872535830636113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1172872535830636113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/creative-understanding.html' title='creative understanding'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6933338935954392663</id><published>2010-03-11T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:49:46.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who cares?</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. Next week is the last week of old year. We will enter New year (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nowrouz&lt;/span&gt;). I prefer to write some words of my own. Sentence by sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I repaired apartment and now it looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to hit 53.&lt;br /&gt;Life passes so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a blink.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bought &lt;/span&gt;a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Today I took car to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;car wash&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing is going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write in blogger so I do it now.&lt;br /&gt;No special point to point.&lt;br /&gt;Silence is better than questioning.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vangelis&lt;/span&gt; now. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pulstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the name of the piece)&lt;br /&gt;I am healthy.&lt;br /&gt;I read less these days. I like to read more.&lt;br /&gt;The above is like confessions.&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of us can do better and be better and save the life as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what I hope?&lt;br /&gt;I am still living on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6933338935954392663?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6933338935954392663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6933338935954392663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6933338935954392663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6933338935954392663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-cares.html' title='Who cares?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1478277244902094749</id><published>2010-02-27T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:39:42.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>problem</title><content type='html'>"..What we mean by a problem? A problem exists, does it not, only when the mind is occupied.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So the real question is not about the problem itself but rather why is the mind occupied? Why does the mind seek occupation?" (Krishnamurti Europe 1955 first talk in London)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1478277244902094749?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1478277244902094749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1478277244902094749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1478277244902094749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1478277244902094749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/problem.html' title='problem'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7383423855534500146</id><published>2010-02-07T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:56:47.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>occupation</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my office fully occupied suddenly I saw these words of K:&lt;br /&gt;Why is the mind occupied? Why does the mind seek occupation? I am not talking of the daily occupation of business and all the rest of it but of this psychological occupation of the mind - which has relation to our daily life. Because whether we are occupied with God, with truth, with love, with sex, or with the affairs of the kitchen or of the nation, all occupations are the same; there are no "noble" occupations. The mind seek occupation, does it not?- it  wants to be occupied with something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7383423855534500146?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7383423855534500146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7383423855534500146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7383423855534500146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7383423855534500146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/occupation.html' title='occupation'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1145126533800285686</id><published>2010-01-09T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:16:00.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S0jVi3aBjrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VfoqibuskmA/s1600-h/DSCF1211_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424820546133135026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S0jVi3aBjrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VfoqibuskmA/s320/DSCF1211_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank God men cannot fly,&lt;br /&gt;and lay waste the sky as well as the earth." &lt;br /&gt;-- Henry David Thoreau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I chose the above words and pic from &lt;a href="http://womanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://womanity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1145126533800285686?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1145126533800285686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1145126533800285686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1145126533800285686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1145126533800285686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-god.html' title='thank God'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/S0jVi3aBjrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VfoqibuskmA/s72-c/DSCF1211_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1768019583411188811</id><published>2009-12-24T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:38:15.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPr-R4g9rI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XHq_7EnCKAs/s1600-h/dancer+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418934231841699506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPr-R4g9rI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XHq_7EnCKAs/s320/dancer+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 144px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPkxGVC9jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cMOGV053bOY/s1600-h/dancer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418926308820448818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPkxGVC9jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cMOGV053bOY/s320/dancer+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 144px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPknkr9tOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/87V_R4rvjZ4/s1600-h/dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418926145170945250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPknkr9tOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/87V_R4rvjZ4/s320/dancer.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 144px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPkcHgHnaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ywQGrecHD8o/s1600-h/dancer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I saw "Dancer in the dark" and the movie &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;shows intelligence and elegance. I liked the song "I have seen it all" very much.&lt;/span&gt; The above pics are the scene when Bjork sings this song. Here is the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I've seen it all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I have seen the trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I've seen the willow leaves dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;in the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I've seen a man killed by his best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;And lives that were over before they were spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I've seen what I was - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I know what I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I'm happy to say I had better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;What about China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Have you seen the Great Wall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;And the man you will marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;The home you will share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;To be honest, I really don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;You've never been to Niagara Falls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I have seen water, its water, that's all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;The Eiffel Tower, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;the Empire State?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;My pulse was as high on my very first date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;To be honest, I really don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I've seen it all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I've seen the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I've seen the brightness in one little spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I've seen what I choose and I've seen what I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;And that is enough, to want more would be greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;I've seen what I was and I know what I'll beI've seen it all - there is no more to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;You've seen it all and all you have seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;You can always review on your own little screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;The light and the dark, the big and the small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Just keep in mind - you need no more at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;You've seen what you were and know what you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;You've seen it all - there is no more to see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1768019583411188811?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1768019583411188811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1768019583411188811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1768019583411188811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1768019583411188811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/dancer-in-dark.html' title='Dancer in the dark'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SzPr-R4g9rI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XHq_7EnCKAs/s72-c/dancer+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2446273919493545340</id><published>2009-12-15T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:48:02.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfyvzOKAWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/w2xALwwxTiY/s1600-h/PDVD_wory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415563979953668450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfyvzOKAWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/w2xALwwxTiY/s200/PDVD_wory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfylUFTDMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eGBimtTr3ok/s1600-h/PDVD_+dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415563799796321474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfylUFTDMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eGBimtTr3ok/s200/PDVD_+dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfyadFvPuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ol6E-YVYoy4/s1600-h/PDVD_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415563613235527394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfyadFvPuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ol6E-YVYoy4/s200/PDVD_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie "UP" was a wonderful animation. I put some pic of it here. Carl and Ellie have a very happy life but they have also their own dreams. The pic in the bottle in above pic is the pic of a place which they dream to go and they try to save some money to go there. They can never save enough to go. On the left pic above Carl is sad of his loosing time and not providing Elliej's dream to be happened. The relationship between them in the early beginning of the film is very good narrated and sounds very sad to me and made me to cry. I think it is an original one. I rewrote the back-cover description of the film below: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"By tying thousands of balloons to his home, 78-year-old Carl Fredricksen sets out to fulfill his lifelong dream to see the wilds of South America. Right after lifting off, however, he learns he isn't alone on his journey, since Russell, a wilderness explorer 70 years his junior, has inadvertently become a stowaway on the trip." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2446273919493545340?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2446273919493545340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2446273919493545340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2446273919493545340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2446273919493545340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SyfyvzOKAWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/w2xALwwxTiY/s72-c/PDVD_wory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3662042119869158506</id><published>2009-12-13T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:37:20.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of genius</title><content type='html'>The last scene of "Whatever works" seems very nice to me: (the director is Woody Alen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Boris, what are you doing?Who you talking to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What? There's people out there watching us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-They're out there?-Yeah, yeah, they're watching. What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Please, Boris...-You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, there was when we started.I don't know how many are left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Does anybody see anybody out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Out there? No!-No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Boris!-No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;See? I'm the only onewho sees the whole picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's what they mean by genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3662042119869158506?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3662042119869158506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3662042119869158506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3662042119869158506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3662042119869158506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/meaning-of-genius.html' title='meaning of genius'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5265016371011865076</id><published>2009-12-11T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:06:55.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobel prize in Obama's hand</title><content type='html'>I must admit that Obama is very similar to Dr Martin Luter King. This part of his speech at Noble cermony sounds to me very perfect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"As Dr. King said at this occasion so many years ago, "I refuse to accept despair as the final response to the ambiguities of history. I refuse to accept the idea that the 'isness' of man's present condition makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the eternal 'oughtness' that&lt;br /&gt;forever confronts him." Let us reach for the world that ought to be -- that spark of the divine that still stirs within each of our souls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and also this section:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Somewhere today, in the here and now, in the world as it is, a soldier sees he's&lt;br /&gt;outgunned, but stands firm to keep the peace. Somewhere today, in this world, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a young&lt;br /&gt;protestor awaits the brutality of her government, but has the courage to march on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere today, a mother facing punishing poverty still takes the time to teach her&lt;br /&gt;child, scrapes together what few coins she has to send that child to school -- because she&lt;br /&gt;believes that a cruel world still has a place for that child's dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When talking about that young protester he was thinking about Iran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5265016371011865076?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5265016371011865076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5265016371011865076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5265016371011865076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5265016371011865076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/nobel-prize-in-obamas-hand.html' title='Nobel prize in Obama&apos;s hand'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3431236901001098612</id><published>2009-12-03T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:11:38.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning point</title><content type='html'>Tonight I want to write of ordinary things of life. And my own word. Not referring to memory and other's words. First of all I am still alive! interested to be effective to my surroundings and be happy and make the others happy too. I am living in Tehran. A pigeon is singing outside. It is not night now. It changes to early in the morning. Darkness disappeared and daylight comes. The weather is a little cold. 2 degree C. We are entering into winter. Half a month later is the beginning of winter.&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing slowly due my measuring scale and fast due to reality. I can breath without ache. The earth is revolving. People are all around busy with small things. Life is going on. Sometimes I try to read and write &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shahnameh&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ferdosi&lt;/span&gt; and after a while I put it aside (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shahnameh&lt;/span&gt; is a poem book of a great Iranian man whose name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ferdosi&lt;/span&gt;. It is an Epic book). Then I forget it and go to read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Descart&lt;/span&gt;. Again I change my mind and go to read others book. Meanwhile I am living a mediocre life. A small house. A job, ordinary one. I am not the president of America! I have lived 52 years and every day I expect would be another day of discovery. The days are passing by with no discovery. Last week I was watching a BBC documentary about the Last Theorem of Fermat.&lt;br /&gt;Fermat wrote at the margin of a book a note which was too small the proof to be put.&lt;br /&gt;It was very beautiful. Mr. Wiles solved the problem after 300 years. Without using computer. A math professor at Princeton university. He says "It was always there and I did not look at it, It took 7 years I turn my face and look at it ( this is my impression of the film and not the exact words said in the film)." and now I think too that there exist the answer of all questions nearby and we do not turn our face to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday. Saturday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; are also holiday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ghadir&lt;/span&gt; festival. Saturday is a day between two holiday (Friday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;) and became holiday too. So I have 3 days off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3431236901001098612?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3431236901001098612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3431236901001098612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3431236901001098612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3431236901001098612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/turning-point.html' title='turning point'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3880465009793727787</id><published>2009-11-30T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:05:54.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupation</title><content type='html'>a good friend of mine introduced me this Krishnamurti talk at 1955 in Europe. Below I put a very good and important part of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"...I think it is important to find out what we mean by a problem. A problem exists, does it not, only when the mind is occupied. Please listen and, if I may suggest it, do not jump to conclusions, because we are trying to investigate the whole thing together. When the mind is occupied, whether it is with God, with the kitchen, with a person, or with an idea, a virtue - all such occupation surely creates problems. If I am occupied with the discovery of God, or of truth, then it becomes a problem because then I go round asking, begging, trying to find out which method is the best, and so on. So the real question is not about the problem itself but rather why is the mind occupied? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why does the mind seek occupation?&lt;/span&gt; I am not talking of the daily occupation of business and all the rest of it but of this psychological occupation of the mind - which has relation to our daily life. Because whether we are occupied with God, with truth, with love, with sex, or with the affairs of the kitchen or of the nation, all occupations are the same; there are no ''noble'' occupations. The mind seeks occupation, does it not? - it wants to be occupied with something; it is frightened not to be occupied. Try some time to see how busily you are occupied with your own problems, and find out what would happen if you were not so occupied. You will soon discover how frightened the mind is not to have any occupation! All our culture, all our training, tells us that the mind must be occupied, and yet it seems to me the very occupation creates the problem. Not that there are no problems - there are problems, but I think it is the occupation with the problem which prevents the understanding of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is really very interesting to watch the mind, to watch one's own mind and discover how incessantly it is occupied with something or other - there is never a moment when it is quiet, unoccupied, empty, never a space which has no limit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3880465009793727787?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3880465009793727787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3880465009793727787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3880465009793727787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3880465009793727787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/occupation.html' title='Occupation'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3696404271588684882</id><published>2009-11-14T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:42:43.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pic from Suiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8V0xObG8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G8ZJQbOgHwk/s1600-h/manzareh+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404062074179099586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8V0xObG8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G8ZJQbOgHwk/s320/manzareh+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8VqLBGKtI/AAAAAAAAAII/jvEvOJ47-qU/s1600-h/manzare+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404061892123962066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8VqLBGKtI/AAAAAAAAAII/jvEvOJ47-qU/s320/manzare+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8Vfs9zp8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NR77-egNb8c/s1600-h/manzareh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404061712258410434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8Vfs9zp8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NR77-egNb8c/s320/manzareh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Switzerland for 5 days and the above pictures are shot there. Aren't they beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3696404271588684882?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3696404271588684882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3696404271588684882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3696404271588684882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3696404271588684882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/pic-from-suiss.html' title='pic from Suiss'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sv8V0xObG8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G8ZJQbOgHwk/s72-c/manzareh+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2576589827178588384</id><published>2009-11-09T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:17:28.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>credo</title><content type='html'>Today I was searching for "the meaning of life" in Internet and I found this passage of Einstein which seems to be noble. I found the passage in this site: &lt;a href="http://www.einstein-website.de/z_biography/e_sound_credo_1932.html"&gt;http://www.einstein-website.de/z_biography/e_sound_credo_1932.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;My Credo&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Part I]"It is a special blessing to belong among those who can and may devote their best energies to the contemplation and exploration of objective and timeless things. How happy and grateful I am for having been granted this blessing, which bestows upon one a large measure of independence from one's personal fate and from the attitude of one's contemporaries. Yet this independence must not inure us to the awareness of the duties that constantly bind us to the past, present and future of humankind at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our situation on this earth seems strange. Every one of us appears here, involuntarily and uninvited, for a short stay, without knowing the why and the wherefore.&lt;/span&gt; In our daily lives we feel only that man is here for the sake of others, for those whom we love and for many other beings whose fate is connected with our own.&lt;br /&gt;I am often troubled by the thought that my life is based to such a large extent on the work of my fellow human beings, and I am aware of my great indebtedness to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not believe in free will. Schopenhauer's words: 'Man can do what he wants, but he cannot will what he wills,' accompany me in all situations throughout my life and reconcile me with the actions of others, even if they are rather painful to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This awareness of the lack of free will keeps me from taking myself and my fellow men too seriously as acting and deciding individuals, and from losing my temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have never coveted affluence and luxury and even despise them a good deal. My passion for social justice has often brought me into conflict with people, as has my aversion to any obligation and dependence I did not regard as absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2]I have a high regard for the individual and an insuperable distaste for violence and fanaticism. All these motives have made me a passionate pacifist and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anti militarist&lt;/span&gt;. I am against any chauvinism, even in the guise of mere patriotism.&lt;br /&gt;Privileges based on position and property have always seemed to me unjust and pernicious, as does any exaggerated personality cult. I am an adherent of the ideal of democracy, although I know well the weaknesses of the democratic form of government. Social equality and economic protection of the individual have always seemed to me the important communal aims of the state.&lt;br /&gt;Although I am a typical loner in daily life, my consciousness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice keeps me from feeling isolated.&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful and deepest experience a man can have is the sense of the mysterious. It is the underlying principle of religion as well as of all serious endeavour in art and science. He who never had this experience seems to me, if not dead, then at least blind. To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is a something that our minds cannot grasp, whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly: this is religiousness. In this sense I am religious. To me it suffices to wonder at these secrets and to attempt humbly to grasp with my mind a mere image of the lofty structure of all there is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2576589827178588384?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2576589827178588384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2576589827178588384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2576589827178588384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2576589827178588384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/credo.html' title='credo'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3743917283053108602</id><published>2009-10-31T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:38:14.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sux_3CqGO8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jeyHHXeILIw/s1600-h/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398830636893354946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sux_3CqGO8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jeyHHXeILIw/s320/painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This painting was in my room in hotel Arte, in Switzerland, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Olten&lt;/span&gt;. I went for 5 days to Switzerland and today I came back. I did not found Swiss as I expect to be. Lower than my expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3743917283053108602?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3743917283053108602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3743917283053108602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3743917283053108602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3743917283053108602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip.html' title='trip'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sux_3CqGO8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jeyHHXeILIw/s72-c/painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1316206544816853015</id><published>2009-10-20T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:31:50.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lonely room and empty chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/St4G-092qII/AAAAAAAAAHw/fMvxGSNUm54/s1600-h/BerlinerDisc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394757080076167298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/St4G-092qII/AAAAAAAAAHw/fMvxGSNUm54/s320/BerlinerDisc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am listening to a song of Demis Roussos. It's name is Souvenirs. Below is it's lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A lonely room and empty chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another day so hard to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The things around me that I see remind me of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The past and how it all used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With days gone by when our hearts had all to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With dreams you left behindI'll keep on turning in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There'll never be another you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No one will share the worlds we knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And now that loneliness has come to take your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I close my eyes and see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it reminds me of my elder brother who died some years ago. He had bought the old fashioned gramaphone disc of this song. Perhaps 40 years ago. Wow I have become so old. I can not believe I have become so old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1316206544816853015?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1316206544816853015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1316206544816853015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1316206544816853015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1316206544816853015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely-room-and-empty-chair.html' title='a lonely room and empty chair'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/St4G-092qII/AAAAAAAAAHw/fMvxGSNUm54/s72-c/BerlinerDisc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2535045820135060267</id><published>2009-10-16T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:12:45.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new point of view</title><content type='html'>Today I got an alert from google about Sir Ken Robinson and it took me to fora.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; a lecture of Robinson and after signing up I was able to download the mp3 or mp4(video type) of the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;I found it very fantastic. He talks about creativity and his book "The Element: If u find your passion every thing changes"&lt;br /&gt;The address of the site is: &lt;a href="http://fora.tv/2009/01/29/Sir_Ken_Robinson_A_New_View_of_Human_Capacity"&gt;http://fora.tv/2009/01/29/Sir_Ken_Robinson_A_New_View_of_Human_Capacity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2535045820135060267?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2535045820135060267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2535045820135060267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2535045820135060267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2535045820135060267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-point-of-view.html' title='a new point of view'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6076413767666271258</id><published>2009-09-22T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:30:23.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle</title><content type='html'>I have no idea just now of my own. I feel tired of daily job and stresses and traffic and worrying about my daughter who is somewhere, whether she is studying good or she is missing time and loosing opportunities. Also about many other things I feel uncomfortable. But when I read Krishnamurti piece of words I feel calmness and a serene feeling. Why? I don't know. Below is a sentence of his book "The flight of the eagle":&lt;br /&gt;The eagle in its flight does not leave a mark, the scientist does. Inquiring into this question of freedom there must be, not only scientific observation, but also the flight of the eagle that does not leave a mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6076413767666271258?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6076413767666271258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6076413767666271258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6076413767666271258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6076413767666271258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/eagle.html' title='Eagle'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4697921552872258021</id><published>2009-09-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:31:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sqlply9vi0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/zP63PQknC7U/s1600-h/Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379947327927585602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sqlply9vi0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/zP63PQknC7U/s320/Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I downloaded "Fiddler on the roof". This film is a musical one. I saw it for the first time 35 years ago. I was then fascinated by this movie. It has some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jewish&lt;/span&gt; propaganda, and I do not like this aspect but the other parts are brilliant. Today I downloaded it by torrent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I put the poster of the film:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4697921552872258021?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4697921552872258021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4697921552872258021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4697921552872258021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4697921552872258021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-of-past.html' title='memories of the past'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sqlply9vi0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/zP63PQknC7U/s72-c/Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5788880685275493752</id><published>2009-08-22T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:33:40.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every sense was alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;these phrases of K. and I pick it from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.patanjali.ch/library/Krishnamurtis_Notebook/kn_01.html"&gt;http://www.patanjali.ch/library/Krishnamurtis_Notebook/kn_01.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(it is some kind of memorandum.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;21st- Woke up about two and there was a peculiar pressure and the pain was more acute, more in the centre of the head. It lasted over an hour and one woke up several times with the intensity of the pressure. Each time there was great expanding ecstasy; this joy continued - Again, sitting in the dentist's chair, waiting, suddenly the pressure began. The brain became very quiet; quivering, fully alive; every sense was alert; the eyes were seeing the bee on the window, the spider, the birds and the violet mountains in the distance. They were seeing but the brain was not recording them. One could feel the quivering brain, something tremendously alive, vibrant and so not merely recording. The pressure and the pain was great and the body must have gone off into a doze.&lt;br /&gt;Self-critical awareness is essential. Imagination and illusion distort clear observation. Illusion will always exist, so long as the urge for the continuation of pleasure and the avoidance of pain exist; the demand for those experiences which are pleasurable to continue or be remembered; the avoidance of pain, suffering. Both these breed illusion. To wipe away illusion altogether, pleasure and sorrow must be understood, not by control or sublimation, identification or denial.&lt;br /&gt;Only when the brain is quiet can there be right observation. Can the brain ever be quiet? It can when the brain, being highly sensitive, without the power of distortion, is negatively aware.&lt;br /&gt;All the afternoon the pressure has been on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5788880685275493752?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5788880685275493752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5788880685275493752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5788880685275493752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5788880685275493752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/every-sense-was-alert.html' title='every sense was alert'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7019269057496394425</id><published>2009-08-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:45:26.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>success and ruthlessness</title><content type='html'>Is success good? The day before yesterday I had an email and an ebook as a gift. The name of the ebook was "the secret of ages". It shows how to deal with life affairs in order to be successful. Tonight I was seeking something of Krinshnamurti and I arrive to one the sites. I read in "Krishnamurti's notebook" these words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7th Woke up several times shouting. Again there was that intense stillness of the brain and a feeling of vastness. There has been pressure and strain.&lt;br /&gt;Success is brutality. Success in every form, political and religious, art and business. To be successful implies ruthlessness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. It seems a little bit astonishing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7019269057496394425?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7019269057496394425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7019269057496394425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7019269057496394425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7019269057496394425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/success-and-ruthlessness.html' title='success and ruthlessness'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6743143463117184317</id><published>2009-07-22T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:49:28.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a time to talk</title><content type='html'>Who knows what will be our future? I hope it finishes good. Today I heard this and I felt sad. Yesterday I heard that and felt happy. Life seems to be a play of equal episodes of sadness and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Cohen is singing his beautiful song: Dance me to your beauty...&lt;br /&gt;and I am reading a poem of Robert Frost:&lt;br /&gt;A Time to Talk&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;When a friend calls to me from the road&lt;br /&gt;And slows his horse to a meaning walk,&lt;br /&gt;I don't stand still and look around&lt;br /&gt;On all the hills I haven't hoed,&lt;br /&gt;And shout from where I am, What is it?&lt;br /&gt;No, not as there is a time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,&lt;br /&gt;Blade-end up and five feet tall,&lt;br /&gt;And plod: I go up to the stone wall&lt;br /&gt;For a friendly vistit.&lt;br /&gt;(1916)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6743143463117184317?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6743143463117184317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6743143463117184317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6743143463117184317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6743143463117184317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-to-talk.html' title='a time to talk'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6030987219257090326</id><published>2009-07-18T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:59:44.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote</title><content type='html'>The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything abut it.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    Einstein&lt;br /&gt;(no comment)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6030987219257090326?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6030987219257090326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6030987219257090326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6030987219257090326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6030987219257090326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote.html' title='a quote'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2109584488218237738</id><published>2009-07-07T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:12:20.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a drop of tear</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at the corner of the room on a furniture. The sound of "Allaho Akbar" ( which means that "the God is great") is heard from the roof of some building nearby. The sound is of a young girl. Then it became 2 sounds and 3 and it continues. In this terrifying condition it must be a brave soul to do such action. I do not know why a tear drops from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Another time I am reading the news in internet and I read that 5 football player of Iran in international game put on green ribbon on their hand. After returning home they were put aside from the national team. I do not know why a tear drops from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Once again Shajarian (a very famous traditional song musician) wrote a letter to government TV and protest to them for playing his song which was about "freedom" and that the atmosphere does not conform with my song. I do not know why a tear drops from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel upset that I can not be what I like to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2109584488218237738?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2109584488218237738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2109584488218237738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2109584488218237738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2109584488218237738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/drop-of-tear.html' title='a drop of tear'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5278947819490918244</id><published>2009-06-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:27:46.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty</title><content type='html'>Too much disrespect. Too much discourtesy. The people of Iran does not deserve it. They participate to vote to change. Changing their votes was not correct. Now we see the people's protest and in response bullets. How can one see this cruelty and still be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5278947819490918244?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5278947819490918244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5278947819490918244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5278947819490918244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5278947819490918244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/cruelty.html' title='Cruelty'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1151280768038485520</id><published>2009-06-05T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:09:24.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election and Obama speech</title><content type='html'>These days we see election groups are driving in the streets and propaganda their candidate. Election of next president. There are 4 of them. Mosavi and Karrobi and Rezaii and the present president Ahmadinejad. There are colors representing the candidates: Green, red, yellow and blue. Mosavi represents Green. Here in Tehran we see more people supporting Mosavi. I think Mosavi has greater chance than the others. Those who will vote to Mosavi do show that they are against the present system but not necessarily accepting Mosavi's policy as a whole. Of course his words are much more democratic than the others.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is Obama speech in Cairo. Tonight I print it and just now I was reading it. It is rethoric. I will read it completely later and put some word in my next post covering his speech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1151280768038485520?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1151280768038485520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1151280768038485520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1151280768038485520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1151280768038485520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/election-and-obama-speech.html' title='Election and Obama speech'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7237890611010038694</id><published>2009-05-24T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:44:27.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/ShkIwyuywlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DQ1cXeFulGU/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339308467569214034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/ShkIwyuywlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DQ1cXeFulGU/s320/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this pic in this site:&lt;a href="http://hr.ucsb.edu/icons/work_life.jpg"&gt;http://hr.ucsb.edu/icons/work_life.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. With their permission I put it here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7237890611010038694?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7237890611010038694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7237890611010038694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7237890611010038694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7237890611010038694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-this-pic-in-this-site-httphr.html' title='life'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/ShkIwyuywlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DQ1cXeFulGU/s72-c/b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8380320248990473999</id><published>2009-05-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:46:14.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Shjto18DOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/94cXzUC9epI/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339278644177222370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Shjto18DOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/94cXzUC9epI/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read today about the suicide of ex-president of S.Korea. It was surprising. Why? He jumped "off a rocky cliff overlooking his home." as it was written in Yahoo news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was 62 years old. About 15 months after he left his office this happens. An affair of 6 million dollar was under discussion and he was accused to give the money to Rhos. His exact name was Roh Moo-hyun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He left behind a note that described his suffering and asked that he be cremated."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He put on his computer a final note: "What's left for me for the rest of my life is just to be a burden to others... Don't be too sad. Aren't life and death both part of nature? Don't feel sorry. Don't blame anybody. It's destiny."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a sad story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8380320248990473999?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8380320248990473999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8380320248990473999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8380320248990473999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8380320248990473999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-adventure.html' title='a sad story'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Shjto18DOuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/94cXzUC9epI/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8608729106902027409</id><published>2009-05-23T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:58:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awakening</title><content type='html'>I feel that life passes away like a fast mode movie. Every thing is becoming old as soon as possible. Why nothing lasts forever? 52 years has passed. I do not know when it will ends. I do not know what was its meaning? I do not know what were my beliefs? I do not know what were my dreams? and yet I hope one day I will know all of the unknowns in an enlightenment moment. Instantaneous awakening.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps. Everything is possible. Even impossibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8608729106902027409?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8608729106902027409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8608729106902027409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8608729106902027409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8608729106902027409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/awakening.html' title='awakening'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3932287917523145981</id><published>2009-05-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:54:57.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third day</title><content type='html'>Today was Friday and 3rd day of my sister's death. Here it is a custom to hold on a ceremony in mosque about 1 1/2 hour. This morning from 10:00 a.m till 11:30 we had a ceremony in the memory of her 3rd day of death.&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to forget the grief and come back to ordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;Today I prepared a small description of her life and it's major point was that the main adjective which can describe her in the best way is: "kind teacher" and "self devoted human".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3932287917523145981?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3932287917523145981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3932287917523145981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3932287917523145981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3932287917523145981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-day.html' title='third day'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7999896068896345894</id><published>2009-04-29T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:31:24.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>Last night my sister who was 67 years old died. Today we buried her in my mother's grave. Here it is possible to use a grave after 30 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7999896068896345894?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7999896068896345894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7999896068896345894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7999896068896345894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7999896068896345894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3855509528794503382</id><published>2009-04-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:05:05.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not too late</title><content type='html'>Every day is a chance to express your feeling. But when u use blogger and it is filtered sometimes it is difficult to write.&lt;br /&gt;I write up to when it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try not to have "sorrow" as the old man has said before, but it is impossible and my try is failed. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to forget the "self" as the old man has said, but it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try not to follow and imitate anybody but it seems that it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try find out what Love means? But it seems to me so far and out of access.&lt;br /&gt;Anger, sorrow seems everlasting feelings of the man.&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I can find out the truth, before it became too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3855509528794503382?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3855509528794503382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3855509528794503382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3855509528794503382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3855509528794503382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-too-late.html' title='not too late'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2119447335553351729</id><published>2009-04-23T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:32:04.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conditioned minds</title><content type='html'>The lack of "shining eyes" is the center issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2119447335553351729?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2119447335553351729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2119447335553351729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2119447335553351729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2119447335553351729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/conditioned-minds.html' title='conditioned minds'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6363247183563408139</id><published>2009-04-21T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:13:55.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true happiness</title><content type='html'>She said:"Life is bearing. At least these days it is the case."&lt;br /&gt;I feel this statement every where I look. Bearing, tolerating and suffering. Where is happiness? True happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6363247183563408139?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6363247183563408139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6363247183563408139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6363247183563408139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6363247183563408139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-happiness.html' title='true happiness'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6378150263123940505</id><published>2009-04-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:39:26.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cruelty</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in my colleague's car. He was driving. He told me once in the workshop he was talking to his boss. He protests against his policy at work. The boss says something and he replies back "no, I do not agree." and several times he said something which I replied "no.." and then the boss told him "Listen to me carefully, if u say too much no to me I will bring someone which can say "yes". "After that" he continues "on that evening I went to the warehouse and sit for 3 hours and I saw clearly that 3 hairs of my mustache changed color to white." I listened to his suffering in silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6378150263123940505?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6378150263123940505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6378150263123940505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6378150263123940505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6378150263123940505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/cruelty.html' title='cruelty'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2857455367003749971</id><published>2009-04-07T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:52:33.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>NOTHING LASTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2857455367003749971?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2857455367003749971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2857455367003749971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2857455367003749971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2857455367003749971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6638077150136545946</id><published>2009-03-30T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:51:56.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>direction</title><content type='html'>I like this Chinese proverb,what about u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If we don’t change our direction, we are likely to end up where we are going” - Chinese Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6638077150136545946?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6638077150136545946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6638077150136545946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6638077150136545946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6638077150136545946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/direction_30.html' title='direction'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6949614327495488762</id><published>2009-03-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:20:21.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smaller scale problems</title><content type='html'>Who is responsible? I ask my neighbour when we were climbing the mountain. He said:"The government, the leader,...". Ok, ok, but what about the people? u and me? He replied: "They do not let u to change anything. Military and so on.."&lt;br /&gt;A little later I asked him why u do not participate in apartment meeting? He said that the meetings are waste of time. Nobody says any reasonable words. I told him that the apartment is the result of u, of your no participation in improvement of the apartment. If somebody says something wrong u must tolerate and we must try to have dialogue with each other. The problem of apartment is the same as problems of the country..., he interupts me and said:"I am not concerned with small problems like apartment. I am engaged in much more important subjects like "nuclear problem" and other things.&lt;br /&gt;I think we must first of all correct our personal behaviour and small scale ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6949614327495488762?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6949614327495488762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6949614327495488762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6949614327495488762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6949614327495488762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/smaller-scale-problems.html' title='smaller scale problems'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4817320292793254337</id><published>2009-03-17T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:32:17.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last Wednesday of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sb_S9pkSakI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LvN7-oxEY54/s1600-h/%DA%86%D9%87%D8%A7%D8%B1%D8%B4%D9%86%D8%A8%D9%87+%D8%B3%D9%88%D8%B1%DB%8C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314198041892383298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sb_S9pkSakI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LvN7-oxEY54/s320/%DA%86%D9%87%D8%A7%D8%B1%D8%B4%D9%86%D8%A8%D9%87+%D8%B3%D9%88%D8%B1%DB%8C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is "Char-shanbe souri", a Persian word which means happy Wednesday celeberation. "Char-shanbeh" means Wednesday. "Souri" means to be happy and celeberate with happiness. It is held on last Tuesday where following day is last Wednesday of the old year.On this day the people specially young people build fires and jump over them and say that "your red color replaces my face yellow color" and also lighting up lots of firecrackers. The cities are filled with explosion noises and air pollution. Some kind of excessiveness or distemperate is seen in people's behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;It is only one day in a year. This is a pic of this ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4817320292793254337?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4817320292793254337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4817320292793254337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4817320292793254337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4817320292793254337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-wednesday-of-year.html' title='The last Wednesday of the year'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/Sb_S9pkSakI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LvN7-oxEY54/s72-c/%DA%86%D9%87%D8%A7%D8%B1%D8%B4%D9%86%D8%A8%D9%87+%D8%B3%D9%88%D8%B1%DB%8C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8354586722068135638</id><published>2009-03-10T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:38:32.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SbbIzPKB8eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iucVUfV_2YI/s1600-h/diving+bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311653593097564642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SbbIzPKB8eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iucVUfV_2YI/s320/diving+bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am completely surprised by the film "The Diving Bell and The Butterfly"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is astonishing when the man is completely paralysed,and he thinks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have never before fitted this made-up holiday into our emotional calender."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How we miss our opportunity when we have chance to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing about the film was arousing the feeling of ashame in comparison to this man. He with so many deprivation is writing a book and what a difficult job? Choosing each letter through reading of alphabet by somebody else, and making a word and then a sentence and I .. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one scene he thinks: "It's hard to describe my grief." I couldn't imagine myself in his place and keep myself from crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I may I suggest most respectfully that, don't miss watching this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8354586722068135638?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8354586722068135638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8354586722068135638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8354586722068135638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8354586722068135638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/butterfly.html' title='butterfly'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SbbIzPKB8eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iucVUfV_2YI/s72-c/diving+bell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6213419315872035982</id><published>2009-03-09T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:46:13.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cube of isolation and absurdity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I bought 3 dvd-films:&lt;br /&gt;1-Wendy and lucy&lt;br /&gt;2-Che&lt;br /&gt;3-Lost in translation&lt;br /&gt;Now the only problem is finding time for watching the films!&lt;/p&gt;We are near to the end of old year and coming of new year which we call it in persian [new day=(Now-rouz)].&lt;br /&gt;I have no special comments, but I was thinking today that if every day we study two pages of a book after a while we can have a library of books which are read.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am human and I have not done it up to now as every human being is weak and full of desires going from point A to point B and from there to point C and etc. Yet he is in the same cube of isolation trying to reach the reality outside the cube. So not very happy and satisfied. Perhaps it is &lt;br /&gt;same as the title of the 3rd movie: Lost in translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6213419315872035982?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6213419315872035982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6213419315872035982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6213419315872035982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6213419315872035982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/cube-of-isolation-and-absurdity.html' title='cube of isolation and absurdity'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5656730464477479481</id><published>2009-03-06T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:52:16.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being prepared for Nowrouz</title><content type='html'>Today was the exam day. I was not sure about wether to take the exam or not because several events influence my ordinary schedule and I had very little time to spend on studying the books. But today I took the exam and it was so so. I hope I can get enough marks to pass.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the life of Salinger, the famous author. When I was young I read his novel :"The Catcher in the Rye" and it influenced me very much in those days. Now I am reading about the women in his life. It was astonishing to read so many unusaual things about his life.&lt;br /&gt;These days are the days of cleaning the house furnishing changing curtains and as a whole become ready to meet the new year which in persian is "Nowrouz" and it means "new days".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5656730464477479481?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5656730464477479481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5656730464477479481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5656730464477479481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5656730464477479481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-prepared-for-nowrouz.html' title='being prepared for Nowrouz'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7439608667187047760</id><published>2009-03-02T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:19:41.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>egg and chicken</title><content type='html'>Which comes the first? Egg or chicken? This is an old question. And still somtimes it occupies my mind. In an apartments complex which one is more important, the mangager or the culture of people who live in that complex? And the same thing applies to countries. Which one is more important, the leader or the mass? The leader can teach the mass and improve their culture and a cultured population can select a better leader. But which one is the first:egg or chicken?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7439608667187047760?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7439608667187047760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7439608667187047760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7439608667187047760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7439608667187047760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/egg-and-chicken.html' title='egg and chicken'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6191329752819798291</id><published>2009-02-25T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:26:49.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something beyond matter</title><content type='html'>I like this part of Krishnamurti speech in Ojai (1980):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So&lt;br /&gt; scientists,&lt;br /&gt; astrophysicists,&lt;br /&gt; are always asking this question,&lt;br /&gt; if they are serious,&lt;br /&gt; not merely inventive and business scientists:&lt;br /&gt; is there something beyond matter?&lt;br /&gt; You understand?&lt;br /&gt; Is there something beyond thought?&lt;br /&gt; Because thought is matter.&lt;br /&gt; Right?&lt;br /&gt; Because it is held in the brain cells, the memory,&lt;br /&gt; experience, knowledge, held in the brain cells,&lt;br /&gt; therefore it is still matter.&lt;br /&gt; And thought is matter.&lt;br /&gt; You are following?&lt;br /&gt; You may not accept it, go into it, examine it.&lt;br /&gt; So is there something beyond matter?&lt;br /&gt; How will you find out?&lt;br /&gt; Scientists and others,&lt;br /&gt; astrophysicists and so on,&lt;br /&gt; are looking out there.&lt;br /&gt; Right?&lt;br /&gt; Outside of themselves.&lt;br /&gt; Right?&lt;br /&gt; We are saying,&lt;br /&gt; when you know how to look at yourself,&lt;br /&gt; which is also matter&lt;br /&gt;—understanding yourself, looking at yourself,&lt;br /&gt; There&lt;br /&gt; it is much more real than the other,&lt;br /&gt; this you can test—&lt;br /&gt;you understand.&lt;br /&gt; From your daily actions you can test it&lt;br /&gt;—that becomes merely a theory.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know if you are following all this?&lt;br /&gt; Are you, sir?&lt;br /&gt; I hope you are enjoying this sunny weather;&lt;br /&gt; if you are not interested in this,&lt;br /&gt; look at the trees,&lt;br /&gt; the beauty of the trees,&lt;br /&gt; the sun through the leaves&lt;br /&gt; and the distant mountains and their light,&lt;br /&gt; the beauty of the sky.&lt;br /&gt; But if you are sensitive to that&lt;br /&gt; then you will be sensitive to what is being said.So&lt;br /&gt; what is the state of the mind,&lt;br /&gt; consciousness,&lt;br /&gt; that can discover&lt;br /&gt;—I am using the word 'know' in a rather wide sense.&lt;br /&gt; You know the word 'know'&lt;br /&gt; is very limited,&lt;br /&gt; isn't it?&lt;br /&gt; You can say to your wife,&lt;br /&gt; "I know you",&lt;br /&gt; but do you actually know your wife, or your husband, boy friend, you don't. You only know according to the image that you have built about her&lt;br /&gt; or him.&lt;br /&gt; So&lt;br /&gt; here the word 'know' becomes&lt;br /&gt;—when you say "I know something beyond",&lt;br /&gt; you have destroyed it.&lt;br /&gt; You understand what I am saying?So meditation is not something you practise. It is the understanding of the whole movement of life. Right? The sorrow, the pain, the anxiety, the aggression, the loneliness, otherwise if the mind isn't free of all that your meditation is worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6191329752819798291?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6191329752819798291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6191329752819798291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6191329752819798291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6191329752819798291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-beyond-matter.html' title='something beyond matter'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7987914359274028489</id><published>2009-02-25T02:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:25:32.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>devil and beast</title><content type='html'>(I chose the below translation from Nicholson selection. But a good friend of mine wrote me that he does not understant the first two lines. In Persian, as I translate it to English Molavi says: this ordinary way of life does not satisfy me, this bread  and water that we eat and drink and we call it life... and it changes very fast each time seems not sufficient for me.."&lt;br /&gt;The bread and water of destiny is like a treacherous flood;&lt;br /&gt;I am a great fish and desire the sea of `Oman.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Of this folk I am full of complaint, weeping and weary;&lt;br /&gt;I desire the drunkards` wailing and lamentation.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the Master with a lantern was roaming about the city,&lt;br /&gt;crying, `I am tired of devil and beast, I desire a man,`&lt;br /&gt;They said, `He is not to be found, we have sought Him long.`&lt;br /&gt;A thing which is not to be found - that is my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Molavi"&lt;br /&gt;I always like these parts of poem from the famous poet "Molavi" and now I share it with u.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you take pleasure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7987914359274028489?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7987914359274028489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7987914359274028489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7987914359274028489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7987914359274028489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/devil-and-beast_25.html' title='devil and beast'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2716436014838671463</id><published>2009-02-23T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:32:53.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sick old woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SaMHWGA9_wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-oN-KZSdTFo/s1600-h/adam+inja+tanhast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306092862125768450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SaMHWGA9_wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-oN-KZSdTFo/s320/adam+inja+tanhast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is difficult time to make entry to Blog here. So sometimes it takes a long period in order to find a good time inerval to struggle going through filter and trying to write some words. My good friend has mentioned some errors in my previous posts and I did not find time to correct it yet. I will do later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I want to talk about my 66 years old sister who is suffering from femur neck fracture ( a medical phrase and is the neck of the bone ,the joint which sometimes break in old age women/men) and I was engaged for providing some facility,  finding a hospital and a good doctor for surgery. She is now in hospital and I am trying to get used to this suffering. It is difficult to watch a dear person who is suffering of ache and not too far from death. She has a main role in my life and had sacrificed whole of her life for me. And now I can do nothing for her. Only looking. Waiting. Suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally these days I am not in good mood. So I must wait to pass these hard days of life. Perhaps somebody says what is important to talk about a sick old woman? I can't explain. But is very important to me. Above, is her hand writing. A poem in persian which means:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The man is lonely here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in this loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shadow of a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is present for eternity"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sohrab Sepehri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2716436014838671463?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2716436014838671463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2716436014838671463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2716436014838671463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2716436014838671463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-old-woman.html' title='a sick old woman?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SaMHWGA9_wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-oN-KZSdTFo/s72-c/adam+inja+tanhast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6201537386097095578</id><published>2009-02-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:39:36.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam and a film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SZW0PQ3ZyrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HdZn-FNStew/s1600-h/the+reader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302342310617008818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SZW0PQ3ZyrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HdZn-FNStew/s320/the+reader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I took an exam which was about gas pipe design. It was a professional exam from 8:00 a.m. to 10:00. I have no idea where I can use this certificate, if I pass. My friend persuaded me to apply. Any how it is worth a try and a new movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch I went to a mountain with my sister's son. The air was very fresh and sunny. But from the mountain when one looks to the town below, the town was under a grey cloud of dust and pollution. Nobody cares about finding some solution to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing which I want to mention here is my feeling about the film "The Reader". I did not like the film. It had a repetitive pattern plus some nudity and nothing else. So why Oscar has nominated it for several awards? I don't know. Propaganda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6201537386097095578?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6201537386097095578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6201537386097095578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6201537386097095578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6201537386097095578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/exam-and-film.html' title='exam and a film'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SZW0PQ3ZyrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HdZn-FNStew/s72-c/the+reader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2057702698436590700</id><published>2009-02-11T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:43:43.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer and vaccume cleaner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I tried to fix my PC. The fan of cpu made too much noise. I tried to clean it with vaccum cleaner but no use. The dust was stuck on the blades. So I pulled out the fan and the sink from the mother-board. I cleaned the fan and sink. Then I put it back on the mother-board. Then I powered on the computer. System came up a little and after a minute it shuts down by itself. I was upset. Late in the night I went to sleep. In the morning I woke up. Thinking that perhaps vaccum cleaner has swallowed one element of the computer, I opened the vaccum cleaner. The bag was full of dust. The filter was dusty and the holes on the filter was clogged and air could not go through it. I think , now I understand why the vaccum cleaner does not clean very well. I cleaned the dust bag and filter and washed it.&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking to the office, something came to my mind. The country's vacuum cleaner is full and nobody trys to empty it. Nobody tries to put aside some time to maintain the vaccum cleaner of the country and yet expects to be able to clean every thing very thoroughly. Nobody thinks about the future.&lt;br /&gt;After all in the evening I came back home. I openned the pc. Again I put the fan and sink on the processor. Turning the computer on. I wait to see what happens. It works and I felt good of my effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2057702698436590700?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2057702698436590700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2057702698436590700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2057702698436590700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2057702698436590700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/computer-and-vaccume-cleaner.html' title='computer and vaccume cleaner'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6718855209321443594</id><published>2009-01-06T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:44:25.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWOdk4HW2XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wapz0Vd3KKI/s1600-h/800px-Jose_Saramago-Sep2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288243644327188850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWOdk4HW2XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wapz0Vd3KKI/s320/800px-Jose_Saramago-Sep2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWOdXJDWFcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GxD5hJv6Ng0/s1600-h/blindness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288243408355595714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWOdXJDWFcI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GxD5hJv6Ng0/s320/blindness.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I saw the film "blindness" and I enjoy it very much. These 2 pics the first one shows the film poster and the other show Jose Saramago , nobel prize winner who wrote the novel and is holding the Persian translation of the novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6718855209321443594?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6718855209321443594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6718855209321443594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6718855209321443594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6718855209321443594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWOdk4HW2XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wapz0Vd3KKI/s72-c/800px-Jose_Saramago-Sep2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2945215363170518220</id><published>2009-01-04T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:31:18.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A film of Woody Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWEqllLgObI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjzkyjjUxmk/s1600-h/kid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287554262633560498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWEqllLgObI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjzkyjjUxmk/s320/kid.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I saw a film of Woody Allen. "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" and it was good. For my culture was a little unfamiliar but explaining a real subject as it is. The character of Kid seems to me more interesting. Her doubts and her reactions. This is a film everybody can grasp something in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2945215363170518220?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2945215363170518220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2945215363170518220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2945215363170518220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2945215363170518220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/film-of-woody-allen.html' title='A film of Woody Allen'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SWEqllLgObI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HjzkyjjUxmk/s72-c/kid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8669608605833271214</id><published>2008-12-21T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:46:02.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husbands and wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SU7GniQkKTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/47q0Lhulsyw/s1600-h/Woody-Allen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282377795465652530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SU7GniQkKTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/47q0Lhulsyw/s320/Woody-Allen01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a scene of "Husbands and Wives" , a film of Woody Alen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like his face in this picture. Why? I don't know. Perhaps it is very natural and in consistency with the film story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8669608605833271214?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8669608605833271214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8669608605833271214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8669608605833271214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8669608605833271214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/husbands-and-wives.html' title='Husbands and wives'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SU7GniQkKTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/47q0Lhulsyw/s72-c/Woody-Allen01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5855842012886206574</id><published>2008-12-15T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:30:35.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking</title><content type='html'>"Asking is the beginning of receiving. Make sure you don't go to the ocean with a teaspoon. At least take a bucket so the kids won't laugh at you." Jim Rohn&lt;br /&gt;Question: an eight words mistery&lt;br /&gt;I like the above quote.&lt;br /&gt;I hope u too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5855842012886206574?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5855842012886206574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5855842012886206574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5855842012886206574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5855842012886206574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/asking.html' title='Asking'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8912647454293528907</id><published>2008-12-01T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:22:21.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is some words of wisdom from Krishnamurti: (Thanks to Denis Jones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are many people who will give you the purpose of life; they will tell you what the sacred books say. Clever people will go on inventing what the purpose of life is. The political group will have one purpose, the religious group will have another purpose, and so on and on. So, what is the purpose of life when you yourself are confused? When I am confused, I ask you this question, "What is the purpose of life?" because I hope that through this confusion, I shall find an answer. How can I find a true answer when I am confused? Do you understand? If I am confused, I can only receive an answer which is also confused. If my mind is confused, if my mind is disturbed, if my mind is not beautiful, quiet, whatever answer I receive will be through this screen of confusion, anxiety, and fear; therefore, the answer will be perverted. So, what is important is not to ask, "What is the purpose of life, of existence?" but to clear the confusion that is within you. It is like a blind man who asks, "What is light?" If I tell him what light is, he will listen according to his blindness, according to his darkness; but suppose he is able to see, then, he will never ask the question "what is light?" It is there.Similarly,if you can clarify the confusion within yourself, then you will find what the purpose of life is; you will not have to ask, you will not have to look for it; all that you have to do is to be free from those causes which bring about confusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8912647454293528907?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8912647454293528907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8912647454293528907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8912647454293528907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8912647454293528907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/purpose-of-life.html' title='Purpose of life'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6126066537133406747</id><published>2008-11-30T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:38:16.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine from China introduced me this beautiful song which u can download its song here: &lt;a href="http://www.dlmusic.ru/eng/title.php?g_path=/music/n3/Sarah%20Brightman%20-%20Scarborough%20Fair.mp3&amp;amp;g_artist=SARAH%20BRIGHTMAN&amp;amp;g_title=Scarborough%20Fair"&gt;http://www.dlmusic.ru/eng/title.php?g_path=/music/n3/Sarah%20Brightman%20-%20Scarborough%20Fair.mp3&amp;amp;g_artist=SARAH%20BRIGHTMAN&amp;amp;g_title=Scarborough%20Fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And read the lyrics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Are you going to Scarborough Fair&lt;br /&gt;Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme&lt;br /&gt;Remember me to one who lives there&lt;br /&gt;She once was a true love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to make me a cambric shirt&lt;br /&gt;(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)&lt;br /&gt;Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme&lt;br /&gt;(Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown)&lt;br /&gt;Without no seams nor needle work&lt;br /&gt;(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll be a true love of mine&lt;br /&gt;(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to find me an acre of land&lt;br /&gt;(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)&lt;br /&gt;Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme&lt;br /&gt;(Washes the grave with silvery tears)&lt;br /&gt;Between the salt water and the sea strands&lt;br /&gt;(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll be a true love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather&lt;br /&gt;(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)&lt;br /&gt;Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme&lt;br /&gt;(Generals order their soldiers to kill)&lt;br /&gt;And gather it all in a bunch of heather&lt;br /&gt;(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)&lt;br /&gt;Then she'll be a true love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to Scarborough Fair&lt;br /&gt;Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme&lt;br /&gt;Remember me to one who lives there&lt;br /&gt;She once was a true love of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6126066537133406747?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6126066537133406747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6126066537133406747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6126066537133406747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6126066537133406747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6573193471911255390</id><published>2008-11-29T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:15:04.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorba The Greek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/STG-025X2aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/70kVcXT4wcM/s1600-h/MV5BMTUzMDMzNzY1MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODUwNTM5__V1__CR0,0,255,255_SS90_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274206453926189474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/STG-025X2aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/70kVcXT4wcM/s320/MV5BMTUzMDMzNzY1MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODUwNTM5__V1__CR0,0,255,255_SS90_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have u seen Zorba. A film of which its music was made by Mikis Teodorakis. I saw it 30 years ago. I have a good memory of that film.&lt;br /&gt;These words are from the film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know, they say that age kills the fire inside of the man. That he tells, death come in, he opens the door and says: "come in, give me rest" that is a pack of ...? I got enough fight in me to dewar (?) the world, so I fight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;-You have got every thing except one thing. madness. A man needs a little maddness or else ...-"or else?"- He never dare to cut the rope and be free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You think too much. That's your trouble. Clever poeople and groces(?) the way every thing.-What work do you do?-Listen to him. I got hands, feet, head. They do their jobs. Would they hell my pertues(?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not understand the whole dialogue but also the part that I understand sounds me too good and following it the soft and beautiful music of Teodorakis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6573193471911255390?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6573193471911255390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6573193471911255390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6573193471911255390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6573193471911255390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/zorba-greek.html' title='Zorba The Greek'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/STG-025X2aI/AAAAAAAAAFE/70kVcXT4wcM/s72-c/MV5BMTUzMDMzNzY1MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODUwNTM5__V1__CR0,0,255,255_SS90_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2321000778478242782</id><published>2008-11-26T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:24:56.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>One of the effects of being old is seeing too many death. My sister's husband died and yesterday I was in Behesht-e-Zahra cemetry. He was burried and I was thinking of death. I searched to find some words about death and here u are:&lt;br /&gt;All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.  ~Maurice Maeterlinck&lt;br /&gt;Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me.The Carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality~Emily Dickinson&lt;br /&gt;All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.  ~Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2321000778478242782?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2321000778478242782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2321000778478242782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2321000778478242782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2321000778478242782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6060735956725114518</id><published>2008-11-24T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:33:12.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SSsrm7sB5fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MDMX56RwTgo/s1600-h/eisenstaedt_alfred_Albert-_Einstein_1949_16x20_L-705462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272355736624686578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SSsrm7sB5fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MDMX56RwTgo/s320/eisenstaedt_alfred_Albert-_Einstein_1949_16x20_L-705462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most beautiful word in my opinion is "Imagination". I like the below quotes of Einstein:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6060735956725114518?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6060735956725114518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6060735956725114518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6060735956725114518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6060735956725114518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagination.html' title='IMAGINATION'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SSsrm7sB5fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MDMX56RwTgo/s72-c/eisenstaedt_alfred_Albert-_Einstein_1949_16x20_L-705462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6768411064803064959</id><published>2008-11-22T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:07:08.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it possible?</title><content type='html'>Is it possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be satisfied (from PAST)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To have hope (for FUTURE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To feel flow of happiness (in PRESENT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6768411064803064959?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6768411064803064959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6768411064803064959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6768411064803064959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6768411064803064959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-possible.html' title='is it possible?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6469376570321755010</id><published>2008-11-17T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:05:28.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do what u love</title><content type='html'>I am always engaged in why there is so lack of shining eyes. Why we always must do what we do not like. In school, lessons must be read and remembered without no use. At work you must go from 8 to 17 without little interest. Hoping to earn specific amount of money as salary. Money in one side and life in another side. We lose life on behalf of money.&lt;br /&gt;Now today I read a word of wisdom from David Foster, a musician:&lt;br /&gt;“Lesson #1: Always go with what you love.”&lt;br /&gt;But is it always possible to go with what you love? It is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;In the previous week I was in China and talking with a good friend about such kind of subjects . She told me that in Chinese proverb there is a concept that a successful man is one who can do the job inspite of disliking it.&lt;br /&gt;But again I remeber Benjamin Zander who had a marvelous lecture about classical music and "shining eyes" in &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;http://www.ted.com/&lt;/a&gt; and I am interested to grasp to the action with shining eyes instead of success with boredom!&lt;br /&gt;Life is so short that it is better to live with what we love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6469376570321755010?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6469376570321755010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6469376570321755010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6469376570321755010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6469376570321755010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-what-u-love.html' title='do what u love'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-879255728625144842</id><published>2008-11-06T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:54:56.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some wisdom</title><content type='html'>I like the below passage ( I got it from Denise Jones newsletter) the words of from Krishnamurti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you ever thought about it? We want to be famous as a writer, as a poet, as a painter, as a politician, as a singer, or what you will. Why? Because we really don't love what we are doing. If you loved to sing, or to paint, or to write poems-if you really loved it-you would not be concerned with whether you are famous or not. To want to be famous is tawdry, trivial, stupid, it has no meaning; but , because we don't love what we are doing, we want to enrich ourselves with fame. Our present education is rotten because it teaches us to love success and not what we are doing. The result has become more important than the action.You know,it is good to hide your brilliance under a bushel, to be anonymous, to love what you are doing and not to show off. It is good to be kind without a name. That does not make you famous, it does not cause your photograph to appear in the newspapers. Politicians do not come to your door. You are just a creative human being living anonymously, and in that there is richness and great beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-879255728625144842?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/879255728625144842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=879255728625144842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/879255728625144842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/879255728625144842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-wisdom.html' title='some wisdom'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2799613675988241362</id><published>2008-10-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:26:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 points</title><content type='html'>Wiliam James:&lt;br /&gt;"If you are going to change your life there are only 3 points to remember;&lt;br /&gt;1)Do it immediately&lt;br /&gt;2)Do it flamboyantly&lt;br /&gt;3)No exceptions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I saw this in a video of Bob Proctor)&lt;br /&gt;I think there are some wisdom in these 3 points so I share it with u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2799613675988241362?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2799613675988241362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2799613675988241362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2799613675988241362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2799613675988241362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-points.html' title='3 points'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-5036885089538699487</id><published>2008-10-13T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:56:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it is not what it looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SPM3VAMyU6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Jtv0GFeY7n8/s1600-h/jjjjj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256606024041911202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SPM3VAMyU6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Jtv0GFeY7n8/s320/jjjjj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this cartoon of "New Yorker":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-5036885089538699487?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5036885089538699487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=5036885089538699487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5036885089538699487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/5036885089538699487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-not-what-it-looks.html' title='it is not what it looks'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SPM3VAMyU6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Jtv0GFeY7n8/s72-c/jjjjj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8175746175392633683</id><published>2008-09-30T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:09:27.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SOKGr1RWTbI/AAAAAAAAADw/wPCMOmrO1VU/s1600-h/chp_hexagon_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251908203059760562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SOKGr1RWTbI/AAAAAAAAADw/wPCMOmrO1VU/s320/chp_hexagon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The multiple changing patterns show how the brain constantly tries to organize the input from the visual system. (Courtesy of Prof. Steven Pinker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I find the above interesting. So I share it to u. Try to look for 1 minute to the front pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8175746175392633683?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8175746175392633683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8175746175392633683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8175746175392633683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8175746175392633683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/multiple-changing-patterns-show-how.html' title=''/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SOKGr1RWTbI/AAAAAAAAADw/wPCMOmrO1VU/s72-c/chp_hexagon_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8785076747333004682</id><published>2008-09-27T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:02:34.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"seek" and "meaning of life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here I have difficulty to logging onto Blogger site. I see an "access denied" whenever I try. Now I am using a antiproxy. Ok this the case here and so maintaining a weblog seems to be not so easy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I was listening to talk 6 of Krishnamurti in Newyork at 1966. Digesting his words are difficult. He himself has told previously that he wonders whether any communication through words is possible at all. Some of his words as I understood are:&lt;br /&gt;*Stop seeking.&lt;br /&gt;*The observer is the observed. The two are not seperate. It is very important to understand this. Then the observer doesn't create or demand any experience. Therefore there is no center from which to observe to experience, to gather memory from which to move.&lt;br /&gt;*A mind in conflict at any level, even physically, brings about a certain drowsiness.&lt;br /&gt;*You can find the meaning of life if you die to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Previously there was a good site (&lt;a href="http://www.jkrishnamurti.com/"&gt;http://www.jkrishnamurti.com/&lt;/a&gt;) which it was possible to download Krishnamurti talks and texts. I don't know what happens to the site. Unfortunately I did not download all the texts and now I must write it from the mp3 talk which I succeeded downloading in the past.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think K is very serious about the meaning of life. I must think about it more. I believe that he has seen something which is a little difficult for me to understand. But I will listen to it and think about it or as he used to say enquire into it. I hope I reach to an "aha moment".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8785076747333004682?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8785076747333004682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8785076747333004682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8785076747333004682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8785076747333004682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/seek-and-meaning-of-life.html' title='&quot;seek&quot; and &quot;meaning of life&quot;'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6645901654354515582</id><published>2008-09-23T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:14:59.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible?</title><content type='html'>I was reading a lecture of Krishnamurti  in Sri Lanka 1st public talk 8th November 1980, and I noted down the questions started with "Is it possible..?"&lt;br /&gt;I like his questions in this form. Here are the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible to live a daily life without a single image?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible for you to change?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible for the human mind, which is your mind, your heart, your condition is that possible to be totally, fundamentally deeply transformed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible to be completely free of fear so that there is not a breath of fear?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it possible to have no image about anything but only live with facts, facts being that which is actually happening?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do not know it is possible or not. For me up to now it was not possible. What about u?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6645901654354515582?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6645901654354515582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6645901654354515582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6645901654354515582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6645901654354515582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-7827974483513069058</id><published>2008-09-11T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:21:51.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In depth of my soul there is a wordless song.&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More experts, yet more problems. More medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and meditate too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;Vimala Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers open door...you enter by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese proverb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.&lt;br /&gt;Will Rogers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those who awaken never rest in one place. Like swans, they rise and leave the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-7827974483513069058?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7827974483513069058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=7827974483513069058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7827974483513069058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/7827974483513069058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-quotes.html' title='some quotes'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3858153094042381549</id><published>2008-08-27T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:09:18.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes a man superior to someone else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SLU1eHLzHkI/AAAAAAAAADg/KcJjZQ6CfMw/s1600-h/toyota-corolla-sedan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239152532956323394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SLU1eHLzHkI/AAAAAAAAADg/KcJjZQ6CfMw/s320/toyota-corolla-sedan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which factor is the dominant factor in evaluation of a man? Today when I was riding in highway I saw a Toyota Corolla, an expensive car and at the back of it was the drivers new fashioned coat hang in the car. He must be vice president of somewhere. Then this picture ignite a flame of question in my mind. Which factor make a man better than the other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amount of money? Richer is the better?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Model of car? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type of face and shape of body?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Color of skin?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dimension of house? One who have a bigger house is better than one with little house?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Country? One who is from Switzerland in comparison with one who is from Iran.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gene? One of better gene for example a frog in comparison with a whale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sallary?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many countries u have gone abroad? France, Italy, America...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job? Manager respect to a worker?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Species? A worm in comparison with an eagle?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Type of books somebody read? "He has read every book of Shakespear"!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number of languages to be able to read and speak? That man can speak in 4 defferent language!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Model of cell phone? The more expensive shows the better man!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex? Man in some countries seems to be evaluated higher in rank!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Model of hair cut?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bodybuilding? Strong shape of body shows superiority!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so on. But I think money is the common factor that a man is evaluted with. I know that theoretically we are told that "virtue" is the element. But this is not true. We all are deluding ourselves. Money is stronger than virtue. And also sex is an important factor. A man have more chance than a woman and alway is superior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is not right. But that is the case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3858153094042381549?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3858153094042381549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3858153094042381549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3858153094042381549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3858153094042381549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-man-superior-to-someone-else.html' title='What makes a man superior to someone else?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SLU1eHLzHkI/AAAAAAAAADg/KcJjZQ6CfMw/s72-c/toyota-corolla-sedan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-8123682382057546805</id><published>2008-08-15T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:13:33.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archimedes</title><content type='html'>I always like Archimedes. He is a briliant and genius man of his own age. I was reading the book "The Act of Creation" of Arthur Koestler page 105 and I saw it is a pity not to share my pleasure with u, the audiences. Here u are:&lt;br /&gt;"Hiero, Tyrant of Syracuse and protector of Archimedes, had been given a beautiful crown, allegedly of pure gold, but he suspected that it was adulterated with silver. He asked Archimedes's opinion. Archimedes knows of course the specific weight of gold-that is to say, its weight per volume unit. If he could measure the volume of the crown he would know immediately whether it was pure gold or not; but how on earth is one to determine the volume of a complicated ornament with all its filigree work? Ah, if only he could melt it down and measure the liquid gold by the pint, or hammer it into a brick of honest rectangular shape, ... and so on. At this stage he must have felt ...,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-8123682382057546805?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8123682382057546805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=8123682382057546805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8123682382057546805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/8123682382057546805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/archimedes.html' title='Archimedes'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2314266758956419467</id><published>2008-08-10T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:53:50.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SJ6ghFtig4I/AAAAAAAAADY/8yTLMLRq0SI/s1600-h/man.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232796307380405122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SJ6ghFtig4I/AAAAAAAAADY/8yTLMLRq0SI/s320/man.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I saw a film which seems to me good. The name of the film is "when a man falls in the wood" which later they dropped the last terms, and became what it is. The main question in this movie is why the human being is so sad? Why the society has come to this stage of absurdity that someone like Gary Fields (Timothy Hutton) wants to be killed? It shows the loneliness of the man in this new modern age.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is worth watching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2314266758956419467?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2314266758956419467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2314266758956419467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2314266758956419467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2314266758956419467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/film.html' title='a film'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SJ6ghFtig4I/AAAAAAAAADY/8yTLMLRq0SI/s72-c/man.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-879603089208524738</id><published>2008-07-24T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:06.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Paradigms</title><content type='html'>Today I listened to a very amazing lecture of Sir Ken Robinson. It's title was "Changing Paradigms". It is possible to download it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thersa.org/events/audio-and-past-events/rsa-edge-lecture-with-sir-ken-robinson - 27k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring here a short part of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not far from Las Vegas is a place called Death Valley. Death Valley is the hottest place in America. Not much grows in Death Valley because it doesn't rain. In the winter of 2004, something remarkable happened. It rained. 7 inches, and in the spring of 2005 there was a phenomenon, the whole floor of Death Valley was coated with spring flowers. Photographers and botanists and scientists came from th whole of across of America to witness this thing that they might not see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SIj2_IfazMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YYx00FwTnAs/s1600-h/deathvalley.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226698932034915522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SIj2_IfazMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YYx00FwTnAs/s320/deathvalley.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it demonstrated was that Death Valley wasn't dead. It was asleep. Right beneath the surface were these seeds of growth waiting for conditions and I believe it is exactly the same way with human beings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-879603089208524738?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/879603089208524738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=879603089208524738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/879603089208524738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/879603089208524738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/changing-paradigms.html' title='Changing Paradigms'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SIj2_IfazMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YYx00FwTnAs/s72-c/deathvalley.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4848552491322170195</id><published>2008-07-20T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:06.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iran in the eyes of an Italian person</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SIMwiHxTtcI/AAAAAAAAADI/zNOMkAO1yvY/s1600-h/zipoli+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225073355439453634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SIMwiHxTtcI/AAAAAAAAADI/zNOMkAO1yvY/s320/zipoli+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I found some pics in the site below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadidonline.com/images/stories/flash_multimedia/Ricardo_and_iran_eng_test/ricardo_eng_high.html"&gt;http://www.jadidonline.com/images/stories/flash_multimedia/Ricardo_and_iran_eng_test/ricardo_eng_high.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Ricardo Zipoli pics from Iran. He is professor of Persian language in Italy. Here I put one of his photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4848552491322170195?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4848552491322170195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4848552491322170195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4848552491322170195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4848552491322170195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/iran-in-eyes-of-italian-person.html' title='Iran in the eyes of an Italian person'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SIMwiHxTtcI/AAAAAAAAADI/zNOMkAO1yvY/s72-c/zipoli+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-6294568975901955901</id><published>2008-07-18T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:23:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is death?</title><content type='html'>Today I went to visit my sister's husband who had a brain operation. He was so weak and in near death shape that it made me sad. In past I used to play chess with him. He is a retired teacher of English and has a M.Sc. from an American university. Now he is 66 years old. End of life period. How ugly is an old age? How can we let the body go? This is a Krishnamurti phrase. These days I am listening to Krishnamurti's talk in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brockwood&lt;/span&gt;, talk4, 1985. One of his subjects in this talk is Death.&lt;br /&gt;"What is death?...what is continuity? And also what is ending, something that comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finality&lt;/span&gt;? The ending, continuity, time and death or thought. All these are involved when we ask that question &lt;em&gt;What is death&lt;/em&gt;?" Let me suggest that you listen to his talk. It is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-6294568975901955901?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6294568975901955901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=6294568975901955901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6294568975901955901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/6294568975901955901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-went-to-visit-my-sisters.html' title='What is death?'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-3835848711067819848</id><published>2008-07-13T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:21:54.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reverse</title><content type='html'>"In 1960 an anecdote in the form of an imaginary dialogue circulated in the satellite countries of the East:&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, Comrade, what is capitalism?"&lt;br /&gt;"The exploitation of man by man."&lt;br /&gt;"And what is Communism?"&lt;br /&gt;"The reverse."&lt;br /&gt;From book The Act of Creation (author: Arthur Koestler) first published 1964&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-3835848711067819848?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3835848711067819848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=3835848711067819848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3835848711067819848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/3835848711067819848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/reverse.html' title='the reverse'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2182339639432109237</id><published>2008-07-12T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:18:36.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter of Mozart</title><content type='html'>Following is a letter of Mozart which was written in 1789. I selected it from a book called "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Creativity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" , The book is first published 1970. Editor P. E. Vernon. pp. 55,56.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer - say, travelling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep; it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they come, I know not; nor can I force them. Those pleasures that please me I retain in memory, and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this or that morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of, that is to say, agreeably to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of the various instruments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodized and defined, and the whole, though it be ling, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it, like a fine picture or a beautiful statue, at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts &lt;em&gt;successively&lt;/em&gt;, but I hear them, as it were, all at once (&lt;em&gt;gleich alles zusammen&lt;/em&gt;). What a delight this is I cannot tell! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing lively dream. Still the actual hearing of the &lt;em&gt;tout ensemble&lt;/em&gt; is after all the best. What has been thus produced I do not easily forget, and this is perhaps the best gift I have my Divine Maker to thank for.&lt;br /&gt;When I proceed to write down my ideas, I take out of the bag of my memory, if I may use that phrase, What has been previously collected into it in the way I have mentioned. For this reason the committing to paper is done quickly enough, for everything is, as I have said before, already; and it rarely differs on paper from what it was in my imagination. At this occupation I can therfore suffer myself to be disturbed; for whatever may be going on around me, I write, and even talk, but only of fowls and geese, or of Gretel or Barbel, or some such matters. But why my productions take from my hand that particular form and style that makes them &lt;em&gt;Mozartish&lt;/em&gt;, and different from the works of other composers, is probably owing to the same cause which renders my nose so large or so aquiline, or, in short, makes it Mozart's, and defferent from those of other people. For I really do not study or aim at any originality."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2182339639432109237?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2182339639432109237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2182339639432109237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2182339639432109237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2182339639432109237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/letter-of-mozart.html' title='a letter of Mozart'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-1546201187908269755</id><published>2008-07-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:06.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caricature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SGvaoEb_PgI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOj2hSMwLyc/s1600-h/derambakhsh1_20070704_1391358561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SGvaoEb_PgI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOj2hSMwLyc/s320/derambakhsh1_20070704_1391358561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a  caricature of Kambiz Derambakhsh. An Iranian cartoonist.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is good. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-1546201187908269755?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1546201187908269755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=1546201187908269755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1546201187908269755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/1546201187908269755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/caricature.html' title='Caricature'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SGvaoEb_PgI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOj2hSMwLyc/s72-c/derambakhsh1_20070704_1391358561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-4431854016632595189</id><published>2008-07-01T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:45:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SGnb5QByb4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XWWOIWbi8_k/s1600-h/wife+and+husband.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217943419886923650" style="WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SGnb5QByb4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XWWOIWbi8_k/s320/wife+and+husband.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Newyorker&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suspecious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;toward&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is it &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-4431854016632595189?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4431854016632595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=4431854016632595189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4431854016632595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/4431854016632595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-time.html' title='This time'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/SGnb5QByb4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XWWOIWbi8_k/s72-c/wife+and+husband.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8246293624878308568.post-2005952010424414322</id><published>2008-06-27T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:16:35.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes</title><content type='html'>I don't know why the site of Krishnamurti (&lt;a href="http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/"&gt;www.jkrishnamurti.org&lt;/a&gt;) which I used to refer ocasionally is disabled. I was listening to Krishnamurti's talk 3rd in Brockwood and I come to these words:&lt;br /&gt;"It is not good repeating it over, over, get rather....for the speaker at least. So we have to ....the words, the special phrasing, the silence between the phrases all that implies not be burden for the speaker. But you merely listen to words, words, words... and not act. Then you'll be left wholly with ashes."&lt;br /&gt;The above is what I understand of the audio form. The importance in it for me is using so beautiful example: "ashes" for not acting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8246293624878308568-2005952010424414322?l=amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2005952010424414322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8246293624878308568&amp;postID=2005952010424414322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2005952010424414322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8246293624878308568/posts/default/2005952010424414322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amirsmallthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/ashes.html' title='Ashes'/><author><name>amir rahmanzadeh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14728956471527945253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9P3EW-CBBVg/R7sxChUMhDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MROfGzLtCdg/S220/amir-83-3-28-b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
