Владимир Семенович Высоцкий

four years before i was born, Vysotsky died and left behind him the fabric of a changed land; a changed generation

my dad emailed me to say "it's 33 years since his death" and i felt the tides of life return to the moment i first heard his voice

RIP, our Achilles

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Я при жизни был рослым и стройным,
Не боялся ни слова, ни пули
И в привычные рамки не лез,-
Но с тех пор, как считаюсь покойным,
Охромили меня и согнули,
К пьедесталу прибив "Ахиллес"

عزیزم

تولدت مبارک
wishing all the best

our little monkey
light of our lives
is 7.

may she always be young at heart and warm our own with her presence

f's phrases

... of many months

shortly after having some weed:
i'm going to be pretty cute in a few minutes

on philip seymour hoffman:
in half of his movies he's not wearing pants

on the term "professionalism":
they mean, how to be a proficient ass

here, which we found together

here we raised our dooneh, together. here we brought your sisters and expanded our family. here maryam sat, for months, inside her portfolio. here parvaneh began her million-and-one hobbies. here our little monkey became a little monkey. here we heard about your father's accident. here we wept. here we battled our obnoxious, juvenile, loud-ass neighbours. here i saw a monster cicada hanging on the window screen. here i broke various objects of sentimental value. here i learned that we don't always have to call a plumber. here we fondly remembered beautiful Eglinton, where we met. here we watched epic marathons of lord of the rings, six feet under, game of thrones (I). here we ate ice cream on the balcony to avoid the monkey's protests. here, where on every wall and door the same monkey etched strategically-placed scratch marks to protect us from coyotes.

here we were snuglous. here we read Pooh.

home is any place where the three of us are...
but i will really miss this one

"there haven't been any publications since god-knows-when...

...and that's a 'phrase of the day' by itself"

جان دلم...

...

i think...

i think i heard a russian folk tune played on a steelpan this morning..

...

i, myself, am not gay. but i do share my life... my heart... with a same-sex partner. and while we ourselves don't support the institution of marriage (as anything more than a legal contract)--and despite the fact that gay marriage has been legal in canada for quite some time--i wept as if it were a personal matter when i heard about the striking down of DOMA

i thought of my parents, too, and wondered how they felt

some time ago, we jokingly suggested moving to spain, getting married, and buying a villa. my dad's question was not "why married?" as i expected.

it was "why spain?"

for now..

i guess i'm using the old reader, google+ and feedly...