Кто любит, тот любим.

Кто светел, тот и свят.

Пускай ведёт звезда тебя

Дорогой в дивный сад.

what is it that moved me to find so much beauty in middle-eastern languages

«چشماتون قشنگ می‌بینه»

there's a point at which this becomes ridiculous

bits and pieces

we're not close because we live together. we live together because we're close

because we both know that physical proximity is the luck, not the foundation; because we want to be involved, whether it's through a kiss, a note, a hug or a phone call

hate speech is speech, loathsome and ugly as it is -- and must be protected by freedom of expression laws

period.

only two of five TVO panelists seem to agree with us.

the best part of a menage-a-trois is watching the excitement in another's face

i'll have to tell myself a few lies to get through the year..

something i would never do if my grades didn't depend on it

i'm a slow writer. very slow. and economical and succinct. it's simply impossible for me to generate even a brief, well-written, well-considered paper in less than several weeks of uninterrupted concentration.

one of the greatest misfortunes of my university career is that my research topics have largely been chosen based on time rather than on levels of challenge or interest

Словно далёкое, словно забытое,
Вечно любить обречён

"let me know when you are out of the subway and i will warm up the food..."

you make me cry.

the rain today was a gentle, blinding mist

"There are, I think, three crucial lessons to be learned from these cases. First, that identities are complex and multiple and grow out of a history of changing responses to economic, political, and cultural forces, almost always in opposition to other identities. Second, that they flourish despite what I earlier called our "misrecognition' of their origins; despite, that is, their roots in myths and in lies. And third, that there is, in consequence, no large place for reason in the construction--as opposed to the study and the management--of identities."

- kwame anthony appiah, in my father's house

spent.

this running dialogue in my head..i think it's forever

recent outings

- old mill: start here
- claireville conservation area: start here

in the first chapter of cultural translation and postcolonial poetry, ashok bery gives a lovely example of the way in which the revelation of gender can be delayed due to the grammatical and syntactical structure of hindi

**

a memory of you teaching me the gender-neutral persian pronoun.. pointing to the fascinating literary possibilities

incendies is a staggering, incredible allegory, powerful through its simplicity - the absurdity, the cyclical nature of all conflict; the power and the strength to end it

the unbelievable need to end it

cruelty

accidentally wandering into piles of books, finding two beauties - one hardcover, one illustrated - and being told to put them back because the sale isn't for another week

Some Indian Uses of History on a Rainy Day

-- A.K. Ramanujan, pgs 244-6

holy. christ. ondaatje is coming to toronto
and we have tickets

send people to war and you're lucky if returned to you are not varying degrees of monster.. instability

parvaneh's response to "should we take dooneh for pet blessings, 10:30am at the local church?":

"oh yes - two atheists, one of jewish and one of muslim background, get their cat blessed in a church"

at my parents' home today.. the ghost of our late kitty walked across the hall into their bedroom, and pulled terribly at my heart

....wondering whether or not those who move from southern countries to northern ones are more susceptible to seasonal affective disorder than those who were born in the latter