mariamusic

Ok, Madreseh means school,
and moosh means mouse, and moush ha is the plural form so it means mouses.



This program was for children, and it was on the TV when I was a kid living in Iran. I recently came across it, and I thought to put it up here as well.

Monday my spring semester will be officially over, and I will have one week to re-cover before summer school starts.


I need to clean my place, and I need to wash my car, and I need to organize tons and piles of papers. I need to take care of bills, and top of all I need to lose weight!



Would it not be nice if I could do magic and in a blink of an eye acheived all I wished?

In A couple of post before I stated that I dislike the blogland’s stereotype.

I found interesting news on the Sunday newspaper regarding a law suit against MySpace.

The suit was dismissed, but the story goes as bellow:

A thirteen years old girl creates a MySpace profile, but introduces herself to be eighteen. A nineteen years old man contacts her online and after a while they speak on the phone and next step is a date in which she is sexually assaulted.
The Parents sue the MySpace for not providing enough securities in order to protect the young users, but the charge was dismissed because the judge decided that it was the young girl’s Parents responsibility to protect their daughter. However, the nineteen years old man was charged for assault.


That is an example on what I call "blogland's stereotype", and that is what I disslike.

Before posting this, I had a chat with a friend, and she said that MySpace or any internet activities are in favor of pedophiles or any predator.

I think I am tending to agree with her... more later probably.

I received the following piece through an email. I bet my Irani friend had a great laugh herself before she forwarded the email to us.
The following piece is full of Persian slangs and it is a word to word translation.

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This letter was written by an employee .........back in the 1960`s to his American boss, Mr.Hamilton.



Dear Mr.Hamilton

I, the undersigned, have worked in .....in

Masjed-Solyeman for three years, But since Mr.Ahmadi

transferred here everything has changed.



I don't know 'what a wet wood I have sold him' that

from the very first day he has been 'pulling the belt

to my lift' With all kinds of 'cat dancing' he has

tried to become the 'eye and the light' of Mr.Wilson.

He made so much 'mouse running' that finally Mr.Wilson

'became donkey',

and appointed Mr.Ahmadi as his right hand man, and

told me to work 'under his hand'



Mr.Wilson promised me that next year he would make me

his right hand man, but 'my eye didn't not drink

water', and I knew that all these were

'hat play', and he was trying to put a 'hat on my

head' I 'put the seal of silence to my lips' and did

not say anything. Since that he was just

'putting watermelon under my arms' Knowing that this

transfer was only 'good for his aunt', I started

begging him to forget that I ever came

to see him and forget my visit altogether. I said 'you

saw camel, you did not see camel'....but he was not

'getting of the devils donkey'...'what headache shall

I give you' I am now forced to work in the mail house

with bunch of 'blind, bald, height and half height'

people. 'Imagine how much my ass burns'



Now Mr.Hamilton, 'I turn around your head' you are my

only hope and my 'back and shelter'....'I swear you to

the 14 innocents' please 'do some work for me'....'in

the resurrection day I`ll grasp your skirt'....'I

have six head bread eaters'.....I kiss your hand and

legs'



Your servant

.... an a or a not a grand daughter?


I have a class-mate who is going to go to the San Francisco on holidays (Monday, May 26 is a holiday in the USA). Her fiancé lives in SF, and they take any opportunity to be together. I asked her why he is not moving down here to the San Diego which she replied to that she wants to move up to the SF to get away from her mom and his mom.

I thought that was so common; not liking to be around our parents or Parental figures, that is. And it is very interesting since if you ask the parents, the majority of them will tell you that they wish for and do the best for their children, and it is confusing for them that why their children do not appreciate or admire them. In my mind, that clearly explains the “Games People Play” and the “hidden” messages people exchange.

I received a phone call earlier today from my uncle, but since I was in the class-room discussing the above conversation with my class-mate, I missed his call. He left me a message telling me that his or my mom’s dad or my grandfather died today. He also indicated that he has kept the news from my mother.

Now I am in a situation not knowing what to do. I want to tell my mother, and I think I will because although she is a schizophrenic, I think she holds the right to know the news. However, on my uncle’s side, he is not telling the news to my mother because he wants to protect his sister.

Here comes the Bernian Games part. I do not inform you, or you not to be informed because that is the best for you? I? Us? Them? If you ask my uncle, he would state that his keeping the news from my mother is going to benefit every-body.


In my view, however, I think my mom holds all the rights to be informed of his father’s death. I think she holds all the rights to be at any ceremony entitled to the event, and I think if other people have problems with dealing with her, they better do something for themselves other than eliminating my mom. Not even I am as entitled as my mom is to be present is my grandfather’s memorial ceremony.

He died in Iran/Tehran. He was quite old, and my last Grand alive. Now all my grand are dead. He died because he was old. I think he lived for (90-100) years. I do not feel any special sadness for two reasons mainly.

First of all, he was old enough to die in my view. Secondly, I did not know him much. I hold a very vague memory of him and his role of being a Grand-father.

I think it is amazing that unlike many people might believe, the blood says little to none in attatchments.

“Read it; if you do not like it, read it again”
Whoever wise has said the quote I agree with him/her.

I think the people who defend themselves by stating, “If you do not like it, do not read it” either already know what they say is opposable ethically, but do not want to acknowledge it, or they think of themselves so highly that only those who they approve are entitled to read their work.

Those two were the most common which came to my mind and how harmfully they can hurt other people emotionally:" Just because I object or ask “why”, I am already on the persons’ black-list. I feel my capacity to understand his/her concept is rejected. I feel like my attempt to resolve the aroused problem is put down …. TA speaking, the other persons’ wise, smart, unbeatable, and irresistible Parent puts me so proficiently down".

Half of my previous posting disappeared sorry and thanks for bringing it about my attention Kahless

You asked a question:
If you dont like blogging, why blog?

I do not disslike blogging; I disslike the blogging's stereotype. I disslike how many people do blog. And I disagree with your solution in general. I have heard a lot people saying, "if you do not like it, do not read it" In my mind that solution is useless since something in the writing, for example, is bothering the person at the first place, and if I am a friend, I would be concered about "what" is/are bothering my friend.

Hope I am more clear now.

I have heard a lot of "if you do not like it, do not...." solution in West, and I think the solution is just a like bandaging a deep wound.

My hand writing .

This hymn was one of the firsts that I was introduced to and liked it very much when I was a kid.



Lots of revolutionary thoughts, philosophies and ideas were going on back then, and some of them are being re-borned this day and age.

Daii Jan Napoleon

Who am I trying to kid? Getting on a blog and stating that I do not like what many bloggers are devoted to is risky isn’t it? I suppose not much as long as fellow bloggers are not dedicated ones. Who could dare to put their beloved, survival stream down? Oops! Sorry.

In his book, Games People Play, Eric Berne points out a life game named the Alcoholic. Unlike the common understanding the game is not about people who drink alcohol, but it is about the role people take in their lives which is similar to alcoholics.
Now, an alcoholic could be a devoted blogger, and I ,since I do not like blogland and blogging, could become the persecutor wife, who does go to the blogland only to put a hard time on her most significant, “ …under the nose of Mrs. White, who is powerless to protest. Actually it is just because she will be “powerless” to protest the Mrs. White consents to the whole arrangement, since she is just as anxious for the game to continue, with herself in the role of Persecutor, as Mr. White is with himself in the role of Alcoholic (79).

I suppose that is a beware sign.

There are many things that I do not understand about blogging. I do not understand the rush of it. One would suppose people who are good in blogging are good in any social activities, but that is not true. In fact, the majority of bloggers have problems with interacting with real people in their real lives. (Please do not jump on me,,,, I mentioned the majority and not all). Heaven knows how many people live on the planet Earth because the bloggers number of people is too many to be countable, and I gather they are not even one tenth of the whole population of the planet Earth.

Secondly, I do not understand the devotion (if there is such a word in English) of it. People treat blogging as if it is their road to freedom. As if it is their required Oxygen to stay alive. As if it is “every thing” for them. Now, do not I sound like the persecutor Mrs. White?

Some one may ask, “So what satisfies you?” interesting enough I do not have an answer. Not for now that is for sure.


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