The Week In Review.

First of all I want to let everyone know that I am extremely dissapointed in the response to the chahar-shambe-soori video. It really discourages me from embarrassing myself again.
Now I know, I know I've been kind of inconsistent with my bloggin but it's been a very hectic week or so. A laundry list of events if you will.

One. Navid (from the OC) and his friend Hafez ( I know, really deep right?) visited, which was lovely. They brought the sunshine with them from Cali and in exchange we took them to Rice, Spice and all other eateries that ryhme with Nice.







Two. My students turned in their much anticipated Enola Gay-ay-ay museum exhibits on Thursday. I decided that I'm pretty much a bad-ass teacher cause my students turned in some off the hook projects. I pretty much taught them everything and they learned so good. :)











Three. This one night though, Nicey our cat, ran out our window and up the fire escape and Navid (from the OC) had to go and rescue him. Being white trash and all, he was wearing a wife beater and so when he grabbed the kitty on the 5th floor stairs the cat started flipping out and scratched the shiz-nit out of him. He said, "Nastaran, dare bad joor chang mizaneh!"
Check out the war-wounds. (yuck!)



Four. Off to Coooo-Ba in the morning!! Going to go pick up arms and shit.
Byeeeeeeeeeeee!

"Let's get to the jump"

FINALLY it's here, the highly anticipated chahar-shambe-soori footage. As you can see we created a home away from home. A ceremonious night filled with classical Persian music, pictures of our beloved parents and of course, a small kindling fire.

shab-e yalda

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feat Caviar Moet as Robin Leach. The commentary is REALLY important to the hilarity. I would recommend watching it several times.

"10,000 years of tradition boils down to this one moment- the jump!"

Saleh No Mobarak!

So, at first I was going to do a generic post giving the history of the Persian New Year (which is today) and of course I would rant on and on about haji firooz, because he wears black-face and dances around like a clown, BUT then I found this jewel on YouTube and I thought that this would be MUCH better
It's amazing. It's the Michael Jackson's Thriller video with LEGOS!!!
If you want, you can skip to the 8min mark for the dance scene but the anticipation is thrilling, to say the least.



And of course, in case you forgot what the orginal is like, here it is for your convenience.



And then while looking for the original, I found this atrocity. Entertaining at best.




Anyway, Eid-e Hamegi Mobarak!

the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!

Today is the day when all the Ee-roo-ni's build a big fire and leap over it going on about some shit about my yellow, your happiness... etc.
New York doesn't have Ee-roo-ni's. It has some Persians who live in Long Island and fortunately, I have yet to meet one. So anyway, just wanted to share with everyone how I spent my day of fire.


Me and Nicey did some cuddling while I was lesson-planning. It was grand.




















However, later that night Saba and Nate showed up and we made a fire with candles and lightly leaped over it. in fact we made an amazing video with music, pictures and commentary by, none other than, Robyn Leach himself.
Video of the night coming soon pending Nate sends it to me!


Ja-ye everyone khali !

Our Ancestors

When I was at UCLA I took one Psychology Class as a filler elective. It was a waste of time because I hate Psychology. The entire social science to me is based mainly on speculation and first-world problems. The only reason this class appealed to me was because it was the Psychology of Sex. Even though it was the only class at UCLA I got a C in, I managed to learn a few interesting things.

Among them, I was introduced to the Bonobo Monkey. Our professor had done some research on these crazy little creatures because they enjoyed, cough cough, pleasuring themselves if you will. We watched videos of these horny little fur balls sitting around for hours playing with themselves and cracking up. Bonobos, or pygmy chimpanzees, live only in the Congo River Basin and are notable for using sex for greetings, reconciliations, and favors for food. ( so many jokes...)

(Mark Wahlberg in Planet of the Apes anyone?)


So, to my delight, I recently read that a new population of Bonobos, who by the way are one of humankind's closest genetic relatives, has been discovered deep in a forest in Africa's Democratic Republic of the Congo.

The group may number as many as 3,000, and scientists speculate that this is perhaps the largest known concentration of bonobos anywhere,—a significant addition to a recent estimated a grand total of 10,000. The thriving new population may owe its success to its location—partly within a private ranch—and to the local Bateke people

"We consider them human, our ancestors," a Bateke man said. "We don't eat them, and we don't kill them."

Awesome.

Enola Gay-ay-ay

So, the reason why I haven't been able to blog, talk on the phone, sleep or think about anything else is because of this little plane. I have been teaching an entire unit on the Enola Gay, named after Paul Tibbets, the pilots, mother.
This little fella dropped the first Atomic Bomb in the history of the world on Hiroshima, Japan at the end of World War II.

So, yeah.
Here it is:

















And here my friends, are some really short shorts.

















My 90 students are going to be putting together a model of a museum exhibit around the Enola Gay. I'm tricking them into writing essays about Truman's decision to drop the bomb. I'll take pics of the exhibits when they're done.
ta-ta !!