<?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-2976549309265287324</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:17:45.598+03:30</updated><category term='literature'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Cartoon'/><category term='idea'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='Qout'/><category term='Qoute'/><category term='Sci-fi'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Hollow Thump of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>There is no intention behind breathing and walking.
I talk as I breath and I write as I walk. Although there is always a reason. "Hollow Thump of Life" is a mean to fulfill that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1814464889891130184</id><published>2011-07-06T22:44:00.001+04:30</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:46:55.275+04:30</updated><title type='text'>My problem at MTU</title><content type='html'>It was along time about 6 month I had problem logging into some sites like Yahoo, Firefox,....&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the &lt;a href="http://help.expedient.com/broadband/mtu.shtml"&gt;expedient&lt;/a&gt; It was solved today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1814464889891130184?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1814464889891130184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1814464889891130184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1814464889891130184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1814464889891130184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-problem-at-mtu.html' title='My problem at MTU'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-6050398992483922061</id><published>2010-09-17T20:39:00.002+04:30</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:41:47.551+04:30</updated><title type='text'>A friend's gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;چون می خواهی که باشی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خاصه ساده&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ساده و بی پیرایه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;پس بنا را بگذار روی لبخند ، خوبی ، قشنگی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;از دلت دور کن هر آن چه را که نمی خواهی و می بینی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و باور کن !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;باور کن هر آن چه را که می خواهی&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;بایستی در رویاهای دور از دسترس ببینی اش&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;جان تو !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-6050398992483922061?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6050398992483922061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=6050398992483922061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6050398992483922061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6050398992483922061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-gift.html' title='A friend&apos;s gift'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2686843114311679855</id><published>2010-01-10T14:43:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:51:21.781+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>"why you have to learn English"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/S0m2ZrURkUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PQzueI2xCdM/s1600-h/mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/S0m2ZrURkUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PQzueI2xCdM/s320/mos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425067778385219906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I received an email with this picture attached quoting "why you have to learn English."&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you don't walk into a mosque with such a T-shirt."&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager in Iran about two decades ago, we were banned to wear clothes with signs or slogans. It seems to me now that the leaders knew we were too illiterate to know what we had put on.&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is happening now but in an opposite manner not for signs or slogans but for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;color&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2686843114311679855?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2686843114311679855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2686843114311679855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2686843114311679855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2686843114311679855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-you-have-to-learn-english.html' title='&quot;why you have to learn English&quot;'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/S0m2ZrURkUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PQzueI2xCdM/s72-c/mos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-6716724152624767780</id><published>2009-04-21T08:30:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:42:55.321+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Seven Pounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Se1HtM5DJfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3C_m-wzyPfg/s1600-h/7p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Se1HtM5DJfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3C_m-wzyPfg/s320/7p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992776129357298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I had no idea what film I would see. I had a feeling of Seven and a bit of 21 Grams. The movie put me into a puzzle in his first half and showing some clues of the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;Will Smith played very well. I like the films which concentrate on one character to reveal his/her aspects of the personality. He played his role to make me believe the character rather than the old roles he played.&lt;br /&gt;The movie became so emotional at the final scenes that I can't believe it is an American movie.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to say anything about the movie because I liked it very much and don't want to spoil the story more. Find a good time, place, mood and even a partner to see and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-6716724152624767780?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6716724152624767780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=6716724152624767780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6716724152624767780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6716724152624767780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/seven-pounds.html' title='Seven Pounds'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Se1HtM5DJfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3C_m-wzyPfg/s72-c/7p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2957986764958556392</id><published>2009-01-06T21:02:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:08:29.470+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qoute'/><title type='text'>TV vs PC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theiphoneblog.com/images/stories/2008/07/steve-jobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.theiphoneblog.com/images/stories/2008/07/steve-jobs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You watch television to turn your brain off and you work on      your computer when you want to turn your brain on."&lt;br /&gt;   -- Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple Computer and Pixar, in Macworld Magazine,      February 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2957986764958556392?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2957986764958556392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2957986764958556392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2957986764958556392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2957986764958556392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/tv-vs-pc.html' title='TV vs PC'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-8425877713058727755</id><published>2008-12-27T08:58:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:02:56.129+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Every Beauty we loose</title><content type='html'>we are so damned busy doing every day life activities that we loose every big or little beauties around us.&lt;br /&gt;See the Article "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pearls Before Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;" in &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html"&gt;Washingtonpost.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-8425877713058727755?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8425877713058727755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=8425877713058727755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/8425877713058727755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/8425877713058727755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-beauty-we-loose.html' title='Every Beauty we loose'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-3794662677900594157</id><published>2008-12-20T12:59:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:19:09.695+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Yalda Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SUy_hVbwwgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/n9bKDPXfnqg/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SUy_hVbwwgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/n9bKDPXfnqg/s320/securedownload.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281807042408923650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;   Tonight, we Iranians celebrate the Yalda Night (&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229765170_0"&gt;longest night of the Year&lt;/span&gt;) welcoming the arrival of Winter. Wishing you all a memorable party along with your beloved ones, friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;I also wish a Happy Christmas for all our Christian friends and a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229765170_1"&gt;prosperous New Year&lt;/span&gt; ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;color:black;"   &gt;May the Rhythm of Peace keep beating in everyone’s Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;(Photo: Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;s Park, Tehran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2976549309265287324-3794662677900594157?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3794662677900594157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=3794662677900594157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3794662677900594157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3794662677900594157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/yalda-night.html' title='Yalda Night'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SUy_hVbwwgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/n9bKDPXfnqg/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7740572942524259850</id><published>2008-12-08T09:21:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:24:41.514+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Incinerated Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/STy2L7YPbnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g-VDrl6DA4I/s1600-h/ptbgp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/STy2L7YPbnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g-VDrl6DA4I/s400/ptbgp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277293179405561458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Incinerated Soldier, Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://kennethjarecke.typepad.com/mostly_true/talking-photography/"&gt;Kenneth Jarecke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-7740572942524259850?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7740572942524259850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7740572942524259850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7740572942524259850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7740572942524259850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/incinerated-soldier.html' title='Incinerated Soldier'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/STy2L7YPbnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g-VDrl6DA4I/s72-c/ptbgp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-768357610664287458</id><published>2008-11-16T15:23:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:25:48.017+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Photo Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SSAJ_1Ly_GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e7a2qXttIgI/s1600-h/the-end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SSAJ_1Ly_GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e7a2qXttIgI/s400/the-end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269222556236446818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the end of a love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Viera Vodrazkova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Copyright © 2008 by The Imaging Resource. All rights reserved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-768357610664287458?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/768357610664287458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=768357610664287458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/768357610664287458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/768357610664287458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog!!'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SSAJ_1Ly_GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/e7a2qXttIgI/s72-c/the-end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-5767157077849609582</id><published>2008-11-05T08:25:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:37:19.080+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Comedy we play in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SREp8Txi9HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/n9j36AlhamU/s1600-h/kordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SREp8Txi9HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/n9j36AlhamU/s320/kordan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265035555449795698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the impeachment of Iran's interior minister, A live comedy that i can't miss.&lt;br /&gt;He was so under pressure and stressed that he could not read correctly the text typed on paper in his hands. He also had lost the line once that the Members of Parliament told him that he had read those before. When reached to the final defense before voting he had nothing to say to the question set in front of him and just filled the time with none of important material.&lt;br /&gt;I totally recall the impeachment of Mohajerani and that was a real defensive speech. May be changing the building of the Majlis is the main reason for the changing the strategy of the new ex-minister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-5767157077849609582?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5767157077849609582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=5767157077849609582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/5767157077849609582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/5767157077849609582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/comedy-we-play-in.html' title='The Comedy we play in'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/SREp8Txi9HI/AAAAAAAAAGc/n9j36AlhamU/s72-c/kordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7063441651651681522</id><published>2008-10-27T15:37:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:40:07.987+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Starting Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&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/2976549309265287324-7063441651651681522?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7063441651651681522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7063441651651681522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7063441651651681522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7063441651651681522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/starting-gun.html' title='Starting Gun'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1818818858307874158</id><published>2008-09-17T09:51:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:06:00.852+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>RICHARD WRIGHT - 1943-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brain-damage.co.uk/images/stories/rickbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.brain-damage.co.uk/images/stories/rickbday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It is with much sadness that we bring you the news that Richard Wright passed away today (September 15th), after a short struggle with cancer. It goes without saying that he will be greatly missed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tributes to Richard have been arriving here from around the world, as news reaches fans. He was much loved, and respected, and the shock and sadness within the Pink Floyd community at his sudden passing will reverberate for some time. It has been very difficult to come up with appropriate words to recognise Richard and the huge part of our lives he became. A very sad day... &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We know that you will join with us in offering our deepest condolences to his family and friends.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brain-damage.co.uk/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1818818858307874158?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1818818858307874158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1818818858307874158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1818818858307874158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1818818858307874158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/richard-wright-1943-2008.html' title='RICHARD WRIGHT - 1943-2008'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1204466373692267407</id><published>2008-04-13T12:17:00.003+04:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:43:44.261+04:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>For you, a thousand times over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. Do you understand that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kite Runner is a book interpreted into movie. I saw the movie recently and may read the book later. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0259831/"&gt;Homayoun Ershadi&lt;/a&gt; was my only reason to see the film. He played Baba in the movie. The context of the film was so  fine  that I forget the Ershadi's acting and devoted my attention to a very good film and story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quotation is from Baba told his son a philosophy in a very simple way. A very minimalistic sentence from a man in a very complicated country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the post is a phrase from two characters of the movie. they tell this in joy and ran out of the story.&lt;br /&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/2976549309265287324-1204466373692267407?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1204466373692267407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1204466373692267407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1204466373692267407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1204466373692267407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='For you, a thousand times over'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4452438237518424853</id><published>2008-03-19T13:32:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:53:38.542+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-fi'/><title type='text'>Arthur C. Clarke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R-DpbDuLCaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ep3mUGUg5to/s1600-h/ACC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R-DpbDuLCaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ep3mUGUg5to/s320/ACC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179396222540777890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Clarke Foundation reported:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fscroller" style="border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 150px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="news"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;March 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After a prolific and esteemed career, Sir Arthur has passed away in Sri Lanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Once Sir Arthur Quoted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sure we would not have had men on the Moon if it had not been for Wells and Verne and the people who write about this and made people think about it. I'm rather proud of the fact that I know several astronauts who became astronauts through reading my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That I want to borrow and say it was a great opportunity for me to live when a man like him was alive even though I couldn't see him in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4452438237518424853?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4452438237518424853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4452438237518424853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4452438237518424853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4452438237518424853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/arthur-c-clarke.html' title='Arthur C. Clarke'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R-DpbDuLCaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ep3mUGUg5to/s72-c/ACC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4665109601110303073</id><published>2008-02-09T07:54:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:58:37.355+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qoute'/><title type='text'>Lessons!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was reading one of my friends` blog in which he had written about the lessons he learned from his previous relationship. I read it again and almost agree with it But still asking why ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country, most of the girls are the same... No matter what they say, no matter what they do, they just aim for one thing... Some of them say little lies, some say BIG lies, both just for the same achievement; "MARRIAGE"... In my case, she used the version named : "Massive Huge Lies"... For her, only her goal was important, neither me nor the relation, And I'd done much more than she deserved, but I won't be the fool anymore... It was not too hard to reveal the real she, but after I knew the truth, it nearly killed me... As an old saying says : "What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger", it didn't kill me, but helped me to know these deceiving creatures a little bit more... So Don't try to know your girl by what she says when she's in your arm... Know her by what she does during harsh times.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4665109601110303073?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4665109601110303073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4665109601110303073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4665109601110303073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4665109601110303073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/lessons.html' title='Lessons!'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-6120171648056591171</id><published>2008-01-10T22:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:41:00.187+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Rapid eye movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R4ZpMmCTwxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RLYtUfsIJQ4/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R4ZpMmCTwxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RLYtUfsIJQ4/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153922488661689106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the latest Riverside Album.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyrics of third track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Riverside - 02 Panic Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Used to be my Panic Room&lt;br /&gt;The other side of me&lt;br /&gt;Where I slept and woke by turns&lt;br /&gt;And nothing seemed real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeding on your life&lt;br /&gt;Peering through the hole&lt;br /&gt;And it scared me out&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;You would knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet shelter of mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm freezing without&lt;br /&gt;Sweet shelter of mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover up my twisted thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Shattered all around&lt;br /&gt;Muffled sounds&lt;br /&gt;Recurring dreams&lt;br /&gt;Melatonin smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be my 302&lt;br /&gt;The other side of light&lt;br /&gt;Trap of my own&lt;br /&gt;That helped me deal&lt;br /&gt;With what I lost inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet shelter of mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm freezing without&lt;br /&gt;Sweet shelter of mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying without&lt;br /&gt;Sweet shelter of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to make self-portraits before&lt;br /&gt;But they always turn out so contrived&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too much time&lt;br /&gt;Correcting light and shade&lt;br /&gt;Hiding wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;Blurring scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to make self-portraits before&lt;br /&gt;Through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just see myself&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in denial&lt;br /&gt;That I need someone else&lt;br /&gt;To see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-6120171648056591171?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6120171648056591171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=6120171648056591171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6120171648056591171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6120171648056591171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/rapid-eye-movement.html' title='Rapid eye movement'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R4ZpMmCTwxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RLYtUfsIJQ4/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7538800297696315007</id><published>2007-12-31T09:03:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:19:17.627+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>Akbar Radi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R3h_1mCTwwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EkGnRhPKYlw/s1600-h/akkbareradee+%2820%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R3h_1mCTwwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EkGnRhPKYlw/s320/akkbareradee+%2820%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150006732618187522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I first go to theater as a serious  watcher in high school times. Then most of groups play foreign acts. Lately , thanks to one of my friends, we discovered Iranian writers and find a good group directed by Hadi Marzban and saw 3 or 4 plays written by Radi. I like them very much due to his cultural and national point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we lost him recently in sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I enclose here the news from &lt;a href="http://www.tehrantimes.com/index_View.asp?code=160164"&gt;TehranTimes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" class="Title_Big_News" style="margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 6px;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; TEHRAN -- Iranian playwright Akbar Radi died of cancer on December 26 at Tehran’s Pars Hospital. He was 68. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Akbar Radi was born on October 2, 1939 in Rasht, Gilan Province. His family moved to Tehran when he was still a child and he continued his studies in the Iranian capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1955, he became familiar with the works of author Sadeq Hedayat and began to write. His first story, “Dead Mouse”, was published in the Tehran daily Kayhan and he later became interested in playwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1959 he participated in a story writing competition held by the Tehran daily Ettela’at and won first prize for his story “Rain”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his love for playwriting was still within him and he penned his first play “Blue Hole” in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around that time he met poet Ahmad Shamlu, who liked “Blue Hole”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning of his career in the field, his skill in playwriting and his power with words drew the attention of the giants of Iranian theater. His works were compared with the plays of Anton Chekhov and Henrik Ibsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radi himself even believed that in some of his plays the track of Chekhov’s style of writing could be observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radi regarded his birthplace Gilan as his permanent domicile and had a nostalgic feeling about the province. He had great interest in the memories of his childhood and depicted them in his plays with scenes and sets like big houses with several rooms, wood ceilings, carpets from Kashan, gardens with lots of flowers, and even foggy weather and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His play “Melody of Rainy City” is about his beloved Gilan Province. His feeling for the place is so strong that he named one of the main characters in the play after the province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Melody of Rainy City”, “The Descent”, “The Fishermen”, “Death in the Autumn”, and “Slowly with the Rose” are some of his plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plays the “Glorious Smile of Mr. Gil” and “Beneath the Passage of Saqqakhaneh” were recently staged by director Hadi Marzban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was last seen in public early this year at Tehran’s City Theater Complex during the closing ceremony of the play “Glorious Smile of Mr. Gil”. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-7538800297696315007?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7538800297696315007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7538800297696315007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7538800297696315007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7538800297696315007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/akbar-radi.html' title='Akbar Radi'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R3h_1mCTwwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EkGnRhPKYlw/s72-c/akkbareradee+%2820%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2191558626192688595</id><published>2007-12-12T16:56:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:03:00.680+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Inside Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R1_iHP1T9KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9Y3PnZyEU_M/s1600-h/2333_D008_00120R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R1_iHP1T9KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9Y3PnZyEU_M/s320/2333_D008_00120R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143077913617495202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In this 2006 movie, we see a hostage situation in which you see a detective (Washington) tries to persuade the bank robber (Owen) to release the hostages, and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a powerful woman (Foster) about to keep a secret unfold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although in this movie you hear the name of "Dog Day Afternoon", it is far too different. In that the bank robber do not know what to do next but in this the bank robber do as scheduled and know what he wants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately when you saw a film and the characters wanted to refer to something they mentioned a book but in these days they mention a movie. In other words, written literature is gradually replaced by a literature based on movies and TV shows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any way I can call this movie a "who's the boss game". Every main character in the movie is going to show "I am the boss." The Captain, the bank robber, the detective, the old banker, the mayor and the powerful woman all tries to prove that the situation is under control by him/her, even the Albanian women entered as a translator shows it by smoking a cigarette.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spike Lee always refers to race problem in his movie. I think the turban scenes are good examples of how different the people react to a piece of clothing. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2976549309265287324-2191558626192688595?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2191558626192688595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2191558626192688595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2191558626192688595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2191558626192688595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/inside-man.html' title='Inside Man'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R1_iHP1T9KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/9Y3PnZyEU_M/s72-c/2333_D008_00120R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-5752629090088652851</id><published>2007-11-26T12:10:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:31:13.289+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R0qG2G61nRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ljXMBH-ai04/s1600-h/shaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R0qG2G61nRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ljXMBH-ai04/s320/shaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137066589097925906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shawshank Redemption is a powerful modern movie. It projects the view that achieving rational values is possible if one thinks and acts -- even when trapped in a corrupt, brutal environment.&lt;br /&gt;I like to say just some words about it.&lt;br /&gt;being patient,&lt;br /&gt;thinking rational ,&lt;br /&gt;developing hobby,&lt;br /&gt;developing goals,&lt;br /&gt;making good friendship,&lt;br /&gt;get rid of problems,&lt;br /&gt;benefiting the consequences,&lt;br /&gt;enjoying music,&lt;br /&gt;having always hope, and&lt;br /&gt;get busy dying or get busy living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-5752629090088652851?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5752629090088652851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=5752629090088652851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/5752629090088652851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/5752629090088652851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/shawshank-redemption.html' title='The Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/R0qG2G61nRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ljXMBH-ai04/s72-c/shaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7591632458812795036</id><published>2007-11-15T00:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:57:58.236+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Babel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RztoHmR6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BL2AHwwnYXw/s1600-h/babel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RztoHmR6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BL2AHwwnYXw/s320/babel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132810680062853970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would not believe that it is a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; movie if its director was American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are faced with a simple story divided into three sub stories happening in three different countries. It is so wisely mixed up that you can not find the chronology until you reach the ending scenes. Then you notice that the story first begins in an Arab country then in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and last in USA-Mexico region.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first scene catching my eye was the strange look on the tourists face when entering the village, a place that no tourist bothers himself to step in. It is a remarkable shot contrasting the east and west people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, the next point that had my attention was that about more than half hour of crying. Every character in the story cries but each cry is so different and strange. It was the best composition that you can imagine yourself in place of other people with different cultures and trying to feel the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Alejandro González Iñárritu's &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Babel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a lot and one of the reasons is that it is not a single-culture story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/2976549309265287324-7591632458812795036?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7591632458812795036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7591632458812795036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7591632458812795036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7591632458812795036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/babel.html' title='Babel'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RztoHmR6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BL2AHwwnYXw/s72-c/babel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-931254662258163075</id><published>2007-11-05T09:05:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:06:57.680+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Practise mobile manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wearewhatwedo.org/assets/uk/do_something/images/actions/pics/71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 123px;" src="http://www.wearewhatwedo.org/assets/uk/do_something/images/actions/pics/71.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've all seen - and, worse, heard - the people who offend against this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably most of us have been guilty of it ourselves - although maybe not to the extent shown here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the etiquette of using a mobile is pretty simple, really - just think of it as the opposite of great sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep it quiet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And keep it short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-931254662258163075?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/931254662258163075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=931254662258163075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/931254662258163075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/931254662258163075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/practise-mobile-manners.html' title='Practise mobile manners'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1759793913972137042</id><published>2007-10-28T08:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:25:06.312+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qoute'/><title type='text'>A Qoute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be a philosopher but, amid all your philosophy be still a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saidwhat.co.uk/quotes/famous/david_hume/be_a_philosopher_but_amid_all_21923"&gt;&lt;b&gt;David Hume&lt;/b&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/2976549309265287324-1759793913972137042?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1759793913972137042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1759793913972137042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1759793913972137042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1759793913972137042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/qoute.html' title='A Qoute'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2172710245126119467</id><published>2007-10-22T15:25:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:27:44.812+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>SE7EN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RxyP_HhbT9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/h8ZjsCpDI-Q/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RxyP_HhbT9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/h8ZjsCpDI-Q/s200/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124128790554562514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;I saw se7ev for the third time translated in Persian and transmitted by the Iranian TV. I expected to see a full cut version of it and fully changed dialogues in some scenes. However, I enjoyed the move for the third time and saved the remaining four time slots for the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;Seeing this mo I for the first time was very shocking. As story goes on, you cannot guess what will be happen. Although after a couple of killing it reveals the most important motive of the killer but the story and also the movie do not want the audience to guess in advance what is going on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;When I saw it shortly afterward for the second time I considered the dialogues more carefully to get the idea better. It worked out some story puzzle made in my mind. Clearly, the joy was not the same as the first but it was different. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;If a movie left you thinking after the The-End sign, I consider it a good movie. I can say after a decade and for the third time that it is still a good movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;This time a frame of the most important scene, the killer pointing gun to the young detective’s head in the rain, caught my eye. This part satisfies all the things the director was after: No clue to recognize the face of the killer, showing the power of killer, and in my point of view, the influence of the killer to choose the story line. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;There was also another point regarding to the titling of the movie. At the end you saw Kevin Spacy’s name not in the beginning. This is another director trick to hide the killer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 9pt;"&gt;Anyway, there is always some stories and believes about the numbers. The number Seven is believed to be a holly number. As it is sporadically used in almost all cultures such as Seven Sins, Seven days of a week, seven trays (&lt;i&gt;haft sin in Nowrooz ceremonies in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Persian-oriented region)&lt;/i&gt;, seven seas, and so forth, the movie showed seven killing in seven days according to seven sins. [And this is my seven paragraph too ;)] &lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2172710245126119467?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2172710245126119467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2172710245126119467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2172710245126119467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2172710245126119467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/se7en.html' title='SE7EN'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RxyP_HhbT9I/AAAAAAAAAFI/h8ZjsCpDI-Q/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-3753203896115535145</id><published>2007-09-25T00:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:58:21.671+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Constantinople</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RvgrlnhbT8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/JM8rAcmERDc/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113885302143537090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RvgrlnhbT8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/JM8rAcmERDc/s200/DSC00049.JPG" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Basilica Cistern, also called the Yerebatan Sarayı or Yerebatan Sarnıcı, is the largest of several hundred ancient &lt;a title="Cistern" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cistern"&gt;cisterns&lt;/a&gt; that still lie beneath the city of &lt;a title="Istanbul" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Istanbul"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/a&gt;, former &lt;a title="Constantinople" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantinople"&gt;Constantinople&lt;/a&gt;. This is the only place that let me feel that era in istanbul. It was built in the 6th century, the age of glory of Eastern Rome, also called the &lt;a title="Byzantine Empire" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byzantine_Empire"&gt;Byzantine Empire&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/2976549309265287324-3753203896115535145?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3753203896115535145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=3753203896115535145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3753203896115535145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3753203896115535145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/constantinople.html' title='Constantinople'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RvgrlnhbT8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/JM8rAcmERDc/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-6080854786885058447</id><published>2007-09-23T23:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:18:36.770+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RvbC2HhbT7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vMpg3_Q9sio/s1600-h/DSCF1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113488661913751474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RvbC2HhbT7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vMpg3_Q9sio/s200/DSCF1407.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My getting to here has a long story. Anyway I just post this letter from a guest house in Istanbul near Hagia sofya to remember this moment.&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/2976549309265287324-6080854786885058447?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6080854786885058447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=6080854786885058447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6080854786885058447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6080854786885058447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/istanbul.html' title='Istanbul'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RvbC2HhbT7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/vMpg3_Q9sio/s72-c/DSCF1407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-8595610493095667219</id><published>2007-09-13T11:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:08:49.980+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoon'/><title type='text'>Cuttlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RujorE_lCyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GeDUPUVmGyY/s1600-h/comicjak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RujorE_lCyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GeDUPUVmGyY/s200/comicjak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109589604024257314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I read a column about this remembering animation in one of our city dailies and translated some parts as below. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This animation which is made based on comic strips with the same name is an art phenomena; it uses primitive lined characters of our childhood and by all means is a magic of line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Story of each episode is Cuttlas fighting with bad men, especially his main foe, Bad Jack. Jack is known by his cylinder hat and pistol. Cuttlas was slim with a cowboy hat. Their fight concluded with a thousand dead lined men spreading their blood all over the frame.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This 1992 animation is made by a Spanish animator named Calpurnio&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(b. 1959, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;). There is a saying: "there is always a big name behind a simple but effective art work. &lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-8595610493095667219?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8595610493095667219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=8595610493095667219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/8595610493095667219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/8595610493095667219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/cuttlas.html' title='Cuttlas'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RujorE_lCyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GeDUPUVmGyY/s72-c/comicjak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7394303534083466502</id><published>2007-09-10T13:45:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:56:06.450+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qout'/><title type='text'>A quote of Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://botit.botany.wisc.edu/toms_fungi/images/einstein4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://botit.botany.wisc.edu/toms_fungi/images/einstein4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="body"&gt;&lt;dt class="post-head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="post-body"&gt;    &lt;div class="image-wrapper"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;“If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies... It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-7394303534083466502?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7394303534083466502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7394303534083466502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7394303534083466502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7394303534083466502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/quote-of-albert-einstein.html' title='A quote of Albert Einstein'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-8035966974086460324</id><published>2007-07-16T08:34:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:01:52.780+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-fi'/><title type='text'>The hidden memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rpr9SnziB7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/aZkF1BJz2k4/s1600-h/hidden1987_56657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rpr9SnziB7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/aZkF1BJz2k4/s200/hidden1987_56657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087657225432991666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hidden(1987) is a story of an alien who can use human body on earth to live and satisfy his needs but he is not alone. Another alien is after him for revenge and terminating him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw this movie was a couple of years after the release. I was young and passionate about movies and Sci-Fi stories. The mixture of three  elements of Sci-Fi, Police story and action made me a good feeling about this film and it remained in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I saw this movie last night.  I have to admit that it is a regular movie. In spite of wining some unknown awards, I now rate it 2.5 from 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a complicated matter to me. Sometimes, time is good when is past and Sometimes it  makes things worst.&lt;br /&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/2976549309265287324-8035966974086460324?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8035966974086460324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=8035966974086460324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/8035966974086460324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/8035966974086460324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/hidden-memory.html' title='The hidden memory'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rpr9SnziB7I/AAAAAAAAAEo/aZkF1BJz2k4/s72-c/hidden1987_56657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2254556872817976555</id><published>2007-07-01T23:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:02:27.503+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-fi'/><title type='text'>Delicatessen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RogM7nDzlSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pfU2xxYj_NA/s1600-h/Delicatessen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RogM7nDzlSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pfU2xxYj_NA/s200/Delicatessen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082326397724366114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101700/"&gt;Delicatessen&lt;/a&gt; (1991) is a French black comedy by Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro, starring Dominique Pinon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Delicatessen is set in an unspecified time and place with a post-apocalyptic appearance. Food is in short supply: grain is used as currency and animals are scarce and extincted. The story happens around a bizarre group of neighbors living in an apartment building, over a butcher's shop, who pay the butcher a weekly rate for both food and board. However, the food they eat is in fact human flesh, as the butcher regularly murders the workers that he hires to do odd jobs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hero of Delicatessen is Louison, an unemployed circus clown, who is the latest part-time worker to move in. He develops a romantic relationship with the butcher's daughter, Julie, while trying to survive constant attempts on his life. He is ultimately rescued by a vegetarian underground terrorist organization who calls themselves the Troglodists.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like to thank &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04011186898064397549"&gt;Gog&lt;/a&gt; who suggested me this movie; I found it today and have seen it some hours ago. The opening of the movie is like a complete short film. The first 5 minutes of the movie caught my eyes in many aspects especially cinematography. Such a conversationless opening thoroughly depicted the main root of the film. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The main idea which can make it Sci-fi is shortage of food. After a while I recalled &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070723/"&gt;Soylent Green &lt;/a&gt;where they made biscuits from dead human flesh. Another thing I want to mention is that whole the story at last conclude within itself. All the answers are in the closed circuit of the butcher's apartment. There are two main out-neighbor elements, the post man and the terrorists. The point about them is that they enter the story mostly at the end and they fight wit each other. The directors used them well in conjunction with other neighbors and made some comic scenes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;at last but not the least is the cinematography of the film by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0451787/"&gt;Darius Khondji&lt;/a&gt;, an Iranian cinematographer who has been in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; recently. it is one of his early but perfect works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2254556872817976555?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2254556872817976555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2254556872817976555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2254556872817976555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2254556872817976555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/delicatessen.html' title='Delicatessen'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RogM7nDzlSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pfU2xxYj_NA/s72-c/Delicatessen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4951809724703508864</id><published>2007-06-09T14:23:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:51:17.134+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qout'/><title type='text'>Ignore,Laugh, Fight &amp; Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RmqMp3YSuZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5K9A2Fn-7kY/s1600-h/999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 304px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RmqMp3YSuZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5K9A2Fn-7kY/s200/999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074022581054650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Portrait of Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;      Painting by Vikas Kamat. Acrylic on canvas, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 0.4em; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;First they ignore you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 0.4em; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they laugh at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 0.4em; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Then they fight you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 0.4em; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Then you win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;cite style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 0.4em;"&gt;--Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;cite style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="center" style="margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I first heard this quot from Bob Geldof yesterday when he was commenting on G8 summit.&lt;br /&gt;there is a strange relation between what Gandhi said and what I released in my life. I mean which ever aspects of my life, education, work and social-political. I clearly remember the way my teacher in university treated me in his class. I notice these phases in my current job and I feel bad about this words regarding to my country.&lt;br /&gt;Any way if anybody reads this post I would appreciate his comment on the quot and the relation to our life in My Country Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="center" style="margin: 0pt; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4951809724703508864?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4951809724703508864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4951809724703508864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4951809724703508864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4951809724703508864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/ignorelaugh-fight-win.html' title='Ignore,Laugh, Fight &amp; Win'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RmqMp3YSuZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5K9A2Fn-7kY/s72-c/999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4534491049708052656</id><published>2007-05-28T19:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:15:25.883+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rlr44sWRzwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WHpVI4p_Lj0/s1600-h/4171563_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rlr44sWRzwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WHpVI4p_Lj0/s200/4171563_gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069637983419879170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The lake house" is a fantasy movie released in 2006. It is directed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0002159/"&gt;Alejandro Agresti&lt;/a&gt; and Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock played the lead roles. Its story is about love and loving a person in different place and different time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the movies based on time travel or being informed of events in the future (or even past!) use a medium. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In a TV serial it was the newspaper of tomorrow. In the movie "Frequency" it was a radio and in this movie it is a mail box in front of a lake house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lake house has some special characteristics. It is built on lake water, water flows underneath but the house is there. It is very symbolic. Another characteristic which is also covered in the dialogue is that it has no walls and mostly it has windows. The house could itself be the medium but it was not and I liked that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway writing a story which is going to play with time is hard, especially when you want to use butterfly effect in it. The movie try to make us beware of that at that tree scene and make it well but it could not satisfied me in the other scenes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What if I could change my life by writing to a girl living some years ahead of me? Just imagine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4534491049708052656?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4534491049708052656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4534491049708052656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4534491049708052656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4534491049708052656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rlr44sWRzwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WHpVI4p_Lj0/s72-c/4171563_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2390077621799180739</id><published>2007-05-25T16:16:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-25T16:27:18.633+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Reli-Fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RlbcE8WRzvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OYMetnmuq_k/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 120px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RlbcE8WRzvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OYMetnmuq_k/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068480408129228530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The Fountain" is directed by Darren Aronofsky. The movie released in 2006.It is his next movie after "Requiem for a Dream".&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I like this movie. I may rate it 2 or 3 from 5. If I want to compare it with his previous work, I have to say I am disappointed. I expect a very better film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;spoiler&gt;The movie starts by mixing three different characters from different eras. At the end of movie, you can understand these characters belong to past, present and future. The base character is a man (the same man in tree eras) and the main stream is love. The man from the past loves a woman who is hard to achieve. The man from the present loves a woman who is achieved but there is a fear to loose. The man from the future loves a woman who is wishfully going to achieve if the mission accomplished successfully. At the end there is another mixing of the characters that let the viewer choose the ending.&lt;/spoiler&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, when I look the movie up in IMDB, I noticed it is also categorized as science fiction. In Sci-Fi you are looking for a base resumption which the whole story is happening around it. I can't find such resumption but I find that the resumption is philosophical or mostly religious. The resumption is metempsychosis or transmigration of souls. This is the main idea of religions or ideologies like Buddhists, Yoga and &lt;a href="http://www.eckankar.org/"&gt;Eckankar&lt;/a&gt;. You can find a single soul in those three men of times and is somehow depicted in the last scenes. So I may categorize this file as Reli-Fi(religious fiction) more than Sci-Fi.&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/2976549309265287324-2390077621799180739?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2390077621799180739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2390077621799180739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2390077621799180739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2390077621799180739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/reli-fi.html' title='Reli-Fi'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RlbcE8WRzvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OYMetnmuq_k/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1620340986829196745</id><published>2007-05-22T23:08:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:12:52.939+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Fallen Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RlNHVcWRzuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXJMsWkzkd8/s1600-h/fart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RlNHVcWRzuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXJMsWkzkd8/s200/fart1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067472439434399458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fallen Art (Polish Sztuka spadania) is the name of a 6-minute, animated short film written and directed by Tomasz Bagiński. It is his Second film. In 2006 it has received the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;British&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Academy&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; of Film and Television Arts Award.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Atoll, An old, forgotten military base somewhere in the Pacific. Soldiers who lost their minds, due to the hardships of past missions, and exemplary officers the Army can't yet get rid of are sent there. There, far away from civilization, laws and rules they nurture their insanities.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sergeant Al cultivates his love for young and brave soldiers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr. Friedrich cultivates his talent for photography.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the old, mentally lost General A creates his art. He uses neither paper nor canvas. He attempts something completely different.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is very beautiful. You may find some clues but the whole idea is amazing. If you consider it as a philosophy, it will be so easy to define the leaders' actions. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1620340986829196745?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1620340986829196745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1620340986829196745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1620340986829196745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1620340986829196745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/fallen-art.html' title='Fallen Art'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RlNHVcWRzuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXJMsWkzkd8/s72-c/fart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2077015864070605091</id><published>2007-05-10T10:38:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T09:24:06.059+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.allfloyd.com/images/covers/solo/radio-kaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.allfloyd.com/images/covers/solo/radio-kaos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also attended "the dark side of the moon" tour by Roger Waters in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dubai&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I was like &lt;a href="http://chords-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/viva-roger.html"&gt;most the Iranian&lt;/a&gt; attendants looking forward to hearing a word about Iranians from Roger. Instead we hear some good phrases about Arabs before "Leaving Beirut".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day before I was listening to "Me or him" from "&lt;a href="http://www.rogerwaters.org/kaoslyrics.html"&gt;Radio K.A.O.S.&lt;/a&gt;" and I noticed at the end of track a sentence in the back ground. The man says: &lt;i&gt;"Do you really think Iranian terrorist would have taken Americans hostage if Ronald Reagan was president?&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know lots of foreigners and home citizens. I respect them for their role in human society. It is thoroughly a personal and individual respect and I hope there is such respect mutually. But from a nation point of view I saw no signs of respect between the two countries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any way I have no clue if Roger calls &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; home or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &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/2976549309265287324-2077015864070605091?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2077015864070605091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2077015864070605091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2077015864070605091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2077015864070605091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2291306667769890130</id><published>2007-04-14T15:24:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:29:41.277+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>I wish you ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RiDBj2aiJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/0iR1gzKb6Xc/s1600-h/final_effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RiDBj2aiJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/0iR1gzKb6Xc/s200/final_effect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053251603556083090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wishing health, luck and fortune is an old tradition, especially in New Year's Day in any country. It is interesting that most people making the wish simultaneously with another physical action, here are some examples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, if they are in a beach city, after midnight, people go to the beach, jump seven waves and throw flowers in the sea while making a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, on New Year's Day a lot of people go to the sea to watch the sunrise. The beaches of eastern &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are filled with crowds of people. On seeing the sunrise, people make their new wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, many people usually gather with their relatives and friends to celebrate the New Year. Some have some special customs. For example, they turn on the TV and wait to see or hear the bell ringing twelve times. Each time the bell rings, they eat one grape and make a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Venezuela&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Some people write wishes in a letter, and then they burn it to make sure that nobody can read what they wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, on Nature Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(سيزده بدر, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the 13th of Farvardin when families go to nature) people knit grass after making a wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I want to make a wish I suddenly recall "Three wishes" from Waters. In his song you can see how simple and unreachable the wishes are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre style="display: inline; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Reached back for the bottle&lt;br /&gt;And rubbed against the lamp&lt;br /&gt;Genie came out smiling&lt;br /&gt;Like some Eastern tramp&lt;br /&gt;He said hey boy what's happening&lt;br /&gt;What is going on&lt;br /&gt;You can have three wishes&lt;br /&gt;If you don't take too long&lt;br /&gt;I said well&lt;br /&gt;I wish they all were happy on the Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;Wish somebody'd help me write this song&lt;br /&gt;I wish when I was young&lt;br /&gt;My old man had not been gone&lt;br /&gt;Genie said consider it done&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the air&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;You see someone through a window&lt;br /&gt;Who you've just learned to miss&lt;br /&gt;And the road leads on to glory but&lt;br /&gt;You've used up your last wish&lt;br /&gt;Your last wish&lt;br /&gt;And you want her to come home&lt;br /&gt;Genie said I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell's lamp sucker&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to go&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the air&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;You see someone through a window&lt;br /&gt;Who you've just learned to miss&lt;br /&gt;And the road leads on to glory but&lt;br /&gt;You've used up your last wish&lt;br /&gt;Your last wish&lt;br /&gt;And you want her to come home&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="FA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2976549309265287324-2291306667769890130?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2291306667769890130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2291306667769890130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2291306667769890130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2291306667769890130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-you.html' title='I wish you ...'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RiDBj2aiJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/0iR1gzKb6Xc/s72-c/final_effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-713669310436708876</id><published>2007-03-29T18:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:09:32.898+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Depressed!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.depressionblog.org/images/depressed_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.depressionblog.org/images/depressed_boy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;You can analyze a system by looking at the action and reaction between elements inside it or just observing those relations with other systems outside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Human beings are amazing creatures by themselves, I agree; but there are some drawbacks to them when you consider the actions and reactions of it as a system. Let's approach it from another point of view. Human beings have got two states: wake and sleep. No need to talk about sleep state cause there is no worthy sub states to be mentioned. In other hands, in wake state there is lots of sub states worth to mention.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In order to simplify those sub states, I set a definition rule named 'Need' to define the sub states. Wake sate of human beings can be basically subdivided to at most number of hands fingers. One needs something to eat, something to wear, someplace to stay, someplace to defecate and someone to mate. You can simply gather all other minor needs like rest, shelter, or live in someplace to stay. Although now we can not imagine ourselves nude in public but also something to wear keeps us warm and protected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think still these five basic needs rule the human being life. There is no there needs and if there is, they are artificial. There is no place foe creativity or motivation for a pure goal. There is no ideal way for leaving. All the moves are somehow toward satisfying those five, even these writings somehow and that’s the bothering!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-713669310436708876?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/713669310436708876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=713669310436708876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/713669310436708876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/713669310436708876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/depressed.html' title='Depressed!?'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-3497710353786697955</id><published>2007-03-19T12:55:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:59:32.648+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Nowruz نوروز</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rf5XPVJT3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/1cjGnpmHPkM/s1600-h/Norouz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rf5XPVJT3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/1cjGnpmHPkM/s200/Norouz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043564553587383842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeberation and happiness are necessary for the life of each normal and          hopeful human being. Additionally, paying attention to the beginning of          the year has a meaning its meaning is for us to know that a year of our          age has been finished and another year is beginning a year is gone and          another year is coming. It is to remember the gone year and evaluate our          goodness and bad behaviors it is to plan for the coming year and to think          for goodness. It is obvious that all these behaviors should be accompanied          with good well intentioned and benevolent emotions as well as happiness          and hopefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nowruz.ir"&gt;see this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-3497710353786697955?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3497710353786697955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=3497710353786697955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3497710353786697955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3497710353786697955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/nowruz.html' title='Nowruz نوروز'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rf5XPVJT3iI/AAAAAAAAADk/1cjGnpmHPkM/s72-c/Norouz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2738479345503061316</id><published>2007-03-11T10:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:44:07.300+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>300 Cartoons about Persia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://300themovie.info/300themovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://300themovie.info/300themovie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lately saw the 300 movie trailer. it bothers me some how. I planned to write about it after I see the movie. Today in a weblog I read something about it and i liked the idea. here is &lt;a href="http://legofish.com/persiblog/004573.html"&gt;the link &lt;/a&gt;and the content:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://300themovie.info/"&gt;300 the movie&lt;/a&gt; is an ongoing collaborative art project featuring art by&lt;br /&gt;artists using the theme of 'ancient Persia'. Driven by an admiration for arts,&lt;br /&gt;and united by a common concern about the barbaric and demonic portrayal of&lt;br /&gt;Persians in Frank Miller's graphic novel and&lt;br /&gt;the movie 300, we have come&lt;br /&gt;together to voice our objection in a uniquely artistic fashion. The call for art&lt;br /&gt;has just been released and the initial gallery will soon be set up. If you are&lt;br /&gt;an artist and would like to participate, please send your art to submit at&lt;br /&gt;300themovie dot info .You can join the growing &lt;a href="http://300themovie.info/300-links.html"&gt;list &lt;/a&gt;and link to us by copying&lt;br /&gt;the following line of code on your blog or website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://300themovie.info/"&gt;300 the movie &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2738479345503061316?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2738479345503061316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2738479345503061316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2738479345503061316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2738479345503061316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-cartoons-about-persia.html' title='300 Cartoons about Persia'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7827897235553721705</id><published>2007-03-04T09:42:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:44:16.560+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qout'/><title type='text'>Living In a world like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl class="body"&gt;&lt;dt class="post-head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="post-body"&gt;    &lt;div class="image-wrapper"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.public.iastate.edu/%7Edrrussel/drresume.html"&gt;David R. Russell &lt;/a&gt;is a professor at English Department in IOWA university. His interests are in writing in the disciplines and professions, international writing instruction, writing assessment, and the history of writing instruction in education--all from the perspective of cultural-historical activity theory and genre systems theory. Recently He has been creating and researching online multi-media case studies as environments for writing to learn.&lt;br /&gt;There is two Quotations from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;The hardest thing to learn in life is which bridge to cross and which to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We live in a Newtonian world of Einsteinian physics ruled by Frankenstein logic.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-7827897235553721705?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7827897235553721705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7827897235553721705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7827897235553721705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7827897235553721705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/living-in-world-like-that.html' title='Living In a world like that'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-534181526651511243</id><published>2007-03-03T22:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:12:04.111+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Voices in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RenNlRvYYTI/AAAAAAAAADY/EY6a7IiIEDU/s1600-h/vimh_okladka_duza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RenNlRvYYTI/AAAAAAAAADY/EY6a7IiIEDU/s320/vimh_okladka_duza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037783698491597106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an album from a Polish rock band called &lt;a href="http://www.riverside.art.pl/eng/zespol.html"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Riverside&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. After some years of listening to different music now I can say I like another band and that’s &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Riverside&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I heard another album from this band called &lt;a href="http://www.riverside.art.pl/eng/d_sls.html"&gt;Second life syndrome&lt;/a&gt;. It is another good album but I am fond of writing about Voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;This album consists of 8 tracks. The last 3 tracks are live performances. I think of them as just some filer tracks to make the time of album in the standard value for releasing; although this cause do not effect the tracks in any way. Each track has a unique feeling for me. It is hard for me to express my feelings- and that is why I did not write about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Side_of_the_Moon_Live"&gt;The Dark Side of the Moon Live&lt;/a&gt;- but I quote a few statements about each track below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us&lt;/span&gt;:      freezing the joy of being together in your mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acronym      Love&lt;/span&gt;: Eating pills to sleep but the dreams will disturb you more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dna      Ts. Rednum Or F. Raf&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't understand      the title but I like the music very much. It is just like the times I go      to bed and everything -happened or will happen- attack to my mind and I try      to escape from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The      Time I was daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;: regret from the result of challenge between      telling the truth and face the reality or just pretend everything and try      to keep the situation as is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck      Between:&lt;/span&gt; it is begun in a style very similar to &lt;a href="http://blackfield.org/"&gt;Aviv Geffen&lt;/a&gt; but what a pity      it is more electronic than progressive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-534181526651511243?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/534181526651511243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=534181526651511243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/534181526651511243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/534181526651511243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/voices-in-my-head.html' title='Voices in my head'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RenNlRvYYTI/AAAAAAAAADY/EY6a7IiIEDU/s72-c/vimh_okladka_duza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2655236710462465219</id><published>2007-02-16T19:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:05:37.192+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Some feelings need music to be expressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.contrappunti.info/ma/images/stories/darkside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.contrappunti.info/ma/images/stories/darkside.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Staying home to watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you are young and life is long&lt;br /&gt;And there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find&lt;br /&gt;Ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run&lt;br /&gt;You missed the starting gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking&lt;br /&gt;Racing around to come up behind you again&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older&lt;br /&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter&lt;br /&gt;Never seem to find the time&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to nought&lt;br /&gt;Or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone&lt;br /&gt;The song is over&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd something more to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2655236710462465219?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2655236710462465219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2655236710462465219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2655236710462465219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2655236710462465219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-feelings-need-music-to-be.html' title='Some feelings need music to be expressed'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1253814999994483959</id><published>2007-02-12T21:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:40:36.590+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RdCl9vrDQ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/QZzrQeC0Xgg/s1600-h/pt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RdCl9vrDQ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/QZzrQeC0Xgg/s400/pt1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030703263960482674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thanks to all my virtual friends in internet society; after 10 days with no real music around, I listened to a live acoustic performance of Steven Wilson in Tel Aviv. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After Listening to almost a lot of studio recorded albums, I enjoyed very much this live performance with different mood and strange performance, full of fun and improvising and engaging audience. I can not guess the atmosphere of the place but the performance just reminds me of those friendly parties we had at our 20s. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In my opinion the interesting thing is that you can hear a dozen of porcupine tree songs just in pure rhythms with the lyrics. I almost drowned in the whole coloring of songs music and each individual instrument –if I can- that I forgot the lyrics. Sometime Steven mentions some point about songs and other stuffs like using fifteen guitars in blackest eyes. It is awesome particularly when you hear "Feel So Low" with Aviv Geffen performing a part in Hebrew-I guess.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anyway there are a couple of songs Steven says he needs a piano to do them. We wait for a piano acoustic performance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One more thing, I can't get what he says at the end of each song, if any body knows, I will be much appreciated to know that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/2976549309265287324-1253814999994483959?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1253814999994483959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1253814999994483959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1253814999994483959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1253814999994483959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/live.html' title='Live!'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RdCl9vrDQ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/QZzrQeC0Xgg/s72-c/pt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-32806287520713323</id><published>2007-02-01T13:16:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:32:39.107+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Love taught me to lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcG3IEL0QZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kJNoC9UACn4/s1600-h/Folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcG3IEL0QZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kJNoC9UACn4/s400/Folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026500008312324498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to  lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like  a cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to  cry&lt;br /&gt;So come on courage!&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to be shy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's not hard to  fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to scare her&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;And I don't  wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to grow&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you just don't  know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At last I found some time for listening music, O by Damien Rice. I listened to a bunch of Irish singers and song writers but Damien has got a beautiful voice and emotional songs.&lt;br /&gt;He uses guitars and cello mostly in his songs-I like cello very much. The songs may be folk but you may hear jazz or pop or even rock but I like the simplicity of music with those two instruments and little use of drums or percussion.&lt;br /&gt;It is emotional and lovely. I like to listen it when I am alone but if you like it can make a good background music when you work too.&lt;br /&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/2976549309265287324-32806287520713323?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/32806287520713323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=32806287520713323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/32806287520713323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/32806287520713323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Love taught me to lie'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcG3IEL0QZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kJNoC9UACn4/s72-c/Folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4419314456806057971</id><published>2007-02-01T10:55:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:07:29.999+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Code 46(2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcGWSkL0QYI/AAAAAAAAACo/AHwDczhVpuc/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcGWSkL0QYI/AAAAAAAAACo/AHwDczhVpuc/s400/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026463904817234306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another Sci-fi and love story movie. This time the assumption is men are enable of deleting the memory of an event from anyone's mind.&lt;br /&gt;It is not a bad film. Story telling is a bit different. The near future architecture shown in the movie is very beautiful and acceptable. Vast empty spaces in the airport with lots of light tube on the ceiling and the sound of see waves is remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;A wise and good usage of multi language greetings is used all over the movie-even Persian. Maybe some viewers can not understand the dialogs if they had no background of other foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everything around human being will change but love will be still a questionable matter!?&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/2976549309265287324-4419314456806057971?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4419314456806057971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4419314456806057971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4419314456806057971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4419314456806057971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/code-462003.html' title='Code 46(2003)'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcGWSkL0QYI/AAAAAAAAACo/AHwDczhVpuc/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2855804049914499266</id><published>2007-01-31T15:09:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T15:34:42.984+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Childeren of Men(2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcCAZtwqyxI/AAAAAAAAACc/RAT2f3i-zco/s1600-h/men+sidebar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcCAZtwqyxI/AAAAAAAAACc/RAT2f3i-zco/s320/men+sidebar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026158363414285074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This a Sci-fi Movie from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0190859/"&gt;Alfonso Cuarón&lt;/a&gt;. The Idea like all other Sci-Fi  Stories is reversing one of obvious facts of life. Here, Humane race looses his ability of fertilization. the next generation is going to see his extinction amongst whole the other problems we see today like global warming, pollution, terrorism and illegal migration.I like the idea very much (apart from that part showing only Moslem's demonstrating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked the role of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0654110/"&gt;Clive Owen&lt;/a&gt;, it was very different. I may suggest him for the next 007. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000323/"&gt;Michael Caine&lt;/a&gt; acted very justly. He managed to show an old man in new time still attached to his first years of youth. some one else could play the role of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000194/"&gt;Julianne Moore&lt;/a&gt; but &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1715135/"&gt;Claire-Hope Ashitey&lt;/a&gt; as Kee Played very well. There is a sequence of good scenes from the city war section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it to all my friends who like to Watch Sci-Fi movies without any glory or space shuttles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000194/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2855804049914499266?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2855804049914499266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2855804049914499266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2855804049914499266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2855804049914499266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/childeren-of-men2006.html' title='Childeren of Men(2006)'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RcCAZtwqyxI/AAAAAAAAACc/RAT2f3i-zco/s72-c/men+sidebar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-6812922699248374281</id><published>2007-01-29T19:28:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:38:21.308+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Before Sunrise (1995) ---&gt; Before Sunset (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is an odd coincidence that I saw "Before Sunrise" on one of satellite channels then I found the "Before Sunset" in my shelf, not yet seen. I am very glad that I had not seen the later because when I saw it the other day it pleased me very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rb4Z_NwqyvI/AAAAAAAAACE/zmxQ9U-6-QM/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rb4Z_NwqyvI/AAAAAAAAACE/zmxQ9U-6-QM/s320/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025482808008297202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Before &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;" at the beginning seemed to me a normal and popular movie. I was sitting at my chair and think of it as an American boy, Jesse (Ethan Hawke), say hello to a European girl, Celine (Julie Delpy), then Bang and Bye. But the movie really shocked me as movie continued. They began to talk and talk about everything they like and enjoyed to be with each other and all the things they do is freely and respectfully chosen. They were so attached to each other in that night that they don’t even exchange address or phone numbers to each other but promised to see each other six month later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although the base of the story seems so fictions and fantasy to me, the conversations worth a lot because they talk about everything two couple often talk about. And the subjects and the words are cleverly chosen and sequenced that I shall recommend it to all of my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the scenes reminded me of the classic movie "The Third Man (1949)" when Jess and Celine ride on The Ferris wheel in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rb4aMtwqywI/AAAAAAAAACM/vZebLF0OoA0/s1600-h/bot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rb4aMtwqywI/AAAAAAAAACM/vZebLF0OoA0/s320/bot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025483039936531202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In "Before Sunset", the page turns. Jesse is back again in Europe, not in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:city&gt; but &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to talk about his book. Celine goes to the book shop and they meet each other after 9 years. Now they -having an unbelievable intimacy- begin to talk. This time, the subjects and words are completely approached different. They talk about life, love, marriage, religion and world's problem. The whole idea of each person is the same as 9 years ago but broader and experienced. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those long takes are astonishing. Delpy and Hawke start from the first turning into a French alley and with no interruption or changing they walk along to the next turning. Another Interesting thing about the movie is that it is real time. The time elapsed in the story is also the run time of the film.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last common interesting thing about these two love story movies is that you can not put an end to the movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;May be we can see another sequel after 9 years when they are in their middle-ages.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-6812922699248374281?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6812922699248374281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=6812922699248374281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6812922699248374281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/6812922699248374281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-sunrise-1995-before-sunset-2004.html' title='Before Sunrise (1995) ---&gt; Before Sunset (2004)'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rb4Z_NwqyvI/AAAAAAAAACE/zmxQ9U-6-QM/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2297746464235438941</id><published>2007-01-21T18:22:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:04:09.426+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RbN_BuMG_fI/AAAAAAAAABg/JLVkU_6nQfE/s1600-h/persian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RbN_BuMG_fI/AAAAAAAAABg/JLVkU_6nQfE/s320/persian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497677003652594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really like astronomy. The Stars and planets above our head in night sky are astonishing. One of the related topics in astronomy is calendar, the system which people in countries use to calculate the days and month and other events in a year.&lt;br /&gt;We just passed the first day of new Gregorian year. Today is the first day of Islamic calendar. We will reach to Chinese New Year's Day in a month. And in March there will be Persian New Year's Day (نوروز).&lt;br /&gt;Mostly the old calendars are lunar type. A lunar calendar is a calendar oriented at the moon phase. The only widely used purely lunar calendar is the Islamic calendar, whose year always consists of 12 lunations.&lt;br /&gt;A solar calendar is a calendar whose dates indicate the position of the earth on its revolution around the sun. Gregorian and Persian calendars are examples of solar calendars.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese calendar is lunisolar, The reason for this is that a year is not evenly divisible by an exact number of lunations, so without any correction the calendar year will drift with respect to the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;The interesting question is always popped: Why this day is New Year's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Gregorian calendar decided the birth of Christ (actually a day between two most saying) and Islamic calendar decided the first day of great journey of Prophet Mohammad.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese calendar uses a bit complex mathematical and astronomical calculations to determine the first day. In one sentence, the Chinese New Year is the second New Moon after the winter solstice. &lt;br /&gt;The Persian year starts at vernal equinox. (The time when the sun crosses the celestial equator and day and night are of equal length, marking the beginning of spring.)&lt;br /&gt;The Persian mathematicians used a simple and universal method for the calendar which impress me too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2297746464235438941?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2297746464235438941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2297746464235438941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2297746464235438941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2297746464235438941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/calendar.html' title='Calendar'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RbN_BuMG_fI/AAAAAAAAABg/JLVkU_6nQfE/s72-c/persian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-7627418305831114636</id><published>2007-01-14T22:02:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:54:00.115+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Blackfield II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap3pOMG_eI/AAAAAAAAABU/z4jOi9xw_Wk/s1600-h/bf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap3pOMG_eI/AAAAAAAAABU/z4jOi9xw_Wk/s320/bf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019956284725067234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After five years, Wilson and Geffen managed to record another studio album. The first Blackfield album consisted of 10 tracks. On year 2004, they published their first album again with three bonus tracks, one of them "Where is my love?" is now reappeared in the new album, Blackfield II. This new album is also consisted of 10 tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;• Track listing:&lt;br /&gt;1. Once&lt;br /&gt;2. 1,000 People&lt;br /&gt;3. Miss U&lt;br /&gt;4. Christenings&lt;br /&gt;5. This Killer&lt;br /&gt;6. Epidemic&lt;br /&gt;7. My Gift of Silence&lt;br /&gt;8. Some Day&lt;br /&gt;9. Where is My Love?&lt;br /&gt;10. End of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the music aspect, it's the same kind of sound and quality as the first album and more piano than usual. I really like a lot of this album (mostly Epidemic, My Gift of Silence and End of the World).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the lyrics aspect, it reminds me of the No-Man's 'Together We're Stranger' album. All the lyrics Core is love and its consequences (happiness, joy, sad, jealousy, anger and void).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-7627418305831114636?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7627418305831114636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=7627418305831114636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7627418305831114636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/7627418305831114636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/blackfield-ii.html' title='Blackfield II'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap3pOMG_eI/AAAAAAAAABU/z4jOi9xw_Wk/s72-c/bf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1885905317268928155</id><published>2007-01-02T21:57:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:55:56.611+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Minimalism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap2juMG_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/3mztUsHL0jY/s1600-h/min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap2juMG_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/3mztUsHL0jY/s320/min.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019955090724158930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minimalism is simply defined as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A style of art in which the least possible amount of form shapes, colors, or lines are used to reduce the concept or idea to its simplest form"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This style influenced music by the slowing down of musical processes through the repetition-with-variation of short fragments.&lt;br /&gt;In literature that aims at reducing the elements in a text to a bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;there is a track by "Porcupine tree" in the album "In Absentia (2002)" that bares this kind of minimalism in its lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lips Of Ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralysed&lt;br /&gt;Lips of Ashes&lt;br /&gt;Synchronised&lt;br /&gt;Blue vein crashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching you inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idolised&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyes fading&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Connection failing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drill down inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1885905317268928155?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1885905317268928155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1885905317268928155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1885905317268928155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1885905317268928155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/minimalism.html' title='Minimalism'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap2juMG_dI/AAAAAAAAABI/3mztUsHL0jY/s72-c/min.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1146904368599182821</id><published>2006-12-24T21:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:57:39.299+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap1veMG_cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mJK8llhriIs/s1600-h/rw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap1veMG_cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mJK8llhriIs/s320/rw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019954193075994050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene One:&lt;/span&gt; I am watching a video cassette of "The dark side of the moon" with almost good sound and video quality. there is no Waters in the show.I like the work and astonished by the sound and lights and clips showing in background.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene Two:&lt;/span&gt; I get a cassette, a selection of Pink Floyd tracks. I hear the Time and Money Tracks. I enjoy "Wish you where here".&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene Three:&lt;/span&gt; Now I am listening to "The Wall". My friend talks about Waters and I recognize the odd voice from Gilmore in the tracks. I enjoy the idea of an album as whole piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene Four:&lt;/span&gt; I am watching the amazing "The wall Live in Berlin". Waters is a genuine.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene Five:&lt;/span&gt; Is it really "Amused to Death"? who on earth can compose and perform such a marvelous loving album.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this man is Roger Waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1146904368599182821?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1146904368599182821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1146904368599182821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1146904368599182821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1146904368599182821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/scenes.html' title='Scenes'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap1veMG_cI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mJK8llhriIs/s72-c/rw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1321310612130778667</id><published>2006-12-20T23:16:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:17:43.192+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap04OMG_bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2KSlTrD17Ic/s1600-h/cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap04OMG_bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2KSlTrD17Ic/s320/cr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019953243888221618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007 is a super man actually. He is not about to do and act like a ordinary man. He is fast, strong, wise, good looking and fit. he seduces every women he likes and he is loyal to the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;The Movie Casino Royal is about to break this. The new actor is so different from oo7 ancestors in many ways. Pierce Brosnan acts this character as it must resembles to people. Daniel Craig on the other hand, plays this character as an ordinary man. he fell in love, got hurt and face the pain and even death.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the idea of recreating this fiction characters and make them to be regarded as ordinary man in the movie "Batman Begins". The turn is now for 007. We have to wait to see who is next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1321310612130778667?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1321310612130778667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1321310612130778667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1321310612130778667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1321310612130778667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/007.html' title='007'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/Rap04OMG_bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2KSlTrD17Ic/s72-c/cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-5587473509956865677</id><published>2006-12-13T21:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:19:07.021+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Sweet November</title><content type='html'>I saw this movie a couple of days before the Plot summary is as follow:&lt;br /&gt;    Nelson (Keanu Reeves) is a man devoted to his advertising career in San Francisco. One day, while taking a driving test at the DMV, he meets Sara (Charlize Theron). She is very different from the other women in his life. Nelson causes her to miss out on taking the test and later that day she tracks him down. One thing leads to another and Nelson ends up living with her through a November that will change his life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I cant find anything interesting in the movie although I like Keanu Reeves acting. I can just  say it is a good movie for a couple to seat on a sofa eating chipse and enjoy being together not more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think the idea one of the critics wrote is enough to end this post&lt;br /&gt;    "...If I were a guy, and a gorgeous woman took me into her apartment, had passionate sex with me and supported my ass for a month, it’d change my life, too! Perhaps this is more romantic science fiction than anything".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-5587473509956865677?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5587473509956865677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=5587473509956865677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/5587473509956865677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/5587473509956865677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-november.html' title='Sweet November'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1369278343342174925</id><published>2006-12-06T17:47:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:20:25.868+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>BACK WHEN YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL(No-Man)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RapzoeMG_aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u2tx8H_yqko/s1600-h/AlbumArt_%7B643002AA-E1CF-4573-8B8C-75C06D2E1D53%7D_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RapzoeMG_aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u2tx8H_yqko/s320/AlbumArt_%7B643002AA-E1CF-4573-8B8C-75C06D2E1D53%7D_Large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019951873793654178" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing songs&lt;br /&gt;they'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;tempo drifts&lt;br /&gt;in half-cut wonderlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back when you were beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;they'd smile and shake your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship comes,&lt;br /&gt;but it mostly goes.&lt;br /&gt;you mark the time&lt;br /&gt;with your fading clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back when you were beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;you'd pass it off as pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you walk for hours,&lt;br /&gt;your feet like lead.&lt;br /&gt;you keep your secrets&lt;br /&gt;locked inside your heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back when you were beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;the needle pushed the red.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1369278343342174925?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1369278343342174925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1369278343342174925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1369278343342174925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1369278343342174925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-when-you-were-beautifulno-man.html' title='BACK WHEN YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL(No-Man)'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RapzoeMG_aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u2tx8H_yqko/s72-c/AlbumArt_%7B643002AA-E1CF-4573-8B8C-75C06D2E1D53%7D_Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4883178999758609599</id><published>2006-11-25T19:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:44:19.067+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><title type='text'>What we loose!</title><content type='html'>When time passes by we always missed somthing. Most of our positive thinker friends believe that we gain somthing during spending time. I agree in some cases. At least we gain good experiences.&lt;br /&gt;    Vice versa we also loose something. There is always a balance between these two. I think we mostly loose our intimacy and friendship. I don’t want to blame anybody here. It is mostly the society we leave that make us behave so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4883178999758609599?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4883178999758609599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4883178999758609599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4883178999758609599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4883178999758609599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-we-loose.html' title='What we loose!'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-2018730781673720149</id><published>2006-11-05T23:22:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:24:16.824+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>HAIKU</title><content type='html'>Andeyev, Alexey V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Spring backup in CS lab:&lt;br /&gt;    time to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;    certain humanware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ed \"Darts Vapor\" Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    alone, on the web,&lt;br /&gt;    drops of sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;    embrace an eyelash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Chris Spruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Faceless, just numbered.&lt;br /&gt;    Lone pixel in the bitmap-&lt;br /&gt;    I, anonymous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-2018730781673720149?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2018730781673720149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=2018730781673720149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2018730781673720149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/2018730781673720149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/haiku.html' title='HAIKU'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-525389511731238455</id><published>2006-10-03T19:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:41:03.686+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qout'/><title type='text'>A Qoutation by an unknown writer</title><content type='html'>"To Love someone means to let her free to be herself and live the way she chooses. Love means let her to be in your life by her will not by your insistence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-525389511731238455?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/525389511731238455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=525389511731238455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/525389511731238455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/525389511731238455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/qoutation-by-unknown-writer.html' title='A Qoutation by an unknown writer'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-436393170894764704</id><published>2006-09-21T19:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:36:27.286+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Unique Feelings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RapvrOMG_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ct5u7OLgJzk/s1600-h/esosm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RapvrOMG_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ct5u7OLgJzk/s320/esosm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019947522991783314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I've just seen a movie called "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ". I checked in IMDB.COM before I saw it. The genre was Drama, Romance and Sci-fi. The sci-fi is my favorite so watching it gets a high priority. Now I have to say that it is beyond sci-fi. The other aspects are tenser and vastly affect my idea about the movie. Let me explain more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Time line of the movie is so condensed that make you hazy at last if it is a story of 3 years or 3 days. Actually scenarist professionally combined the events with the characters memories. At first 20 minute of movie you are introduced with 3 different scenes in which people talk about Valentines Day (so 3 years resembles) but at the end of the movie you can imagine a day in doctor office, a night in home erasing memories and a day recovering their feelings and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The only sci-fi aspect with the movie tackles very nice is the problem of human memory. Is there a unique memory for every event? Do our memories of a unique event affect each other? Can I change my memories or mix them together? Can someone eventually and completely erase memory of an event from his or her brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The last but not the least aspect of the movie in my opinion is the matter of love, simple love not the very sophisticated ones. In the movie we saw some couples who are in love in a sort of way. At the end we notice that they do every thing to erase their memories in order to forget their love and begin another but at last their efforts are in vain and they can not forget their feelings about love. Joel can't let them erase the sweetest memory of his love. Mary falls in love again with Howard. Clementine can't stop facing Joel in the last scene because she is still in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We all have lots of memories from childhood till now. We will gain a lot more until we die. We can easily remember the worst and the best ones but on remembering our sweet and lovely memories our feelings are an odd and sharp mix of sorrow and happiness. These feeling are very unique that nobody really likes to erase the background memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-436393170894764704?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/436393170894764704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=436393170894764704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/436393170894764704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/436393170894764704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/unique-feelings.html' title='Unique Feelings!'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RapvrOMG_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Ct5u7OLgJzk/s72-c/esosm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4687350422534254661</id><published>2006-09-04T19:15:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:22:49.107+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Time destroys everything</title><content type='html'>The title is a tag line of a movie called Irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;The movie follows a backward chronological story like Memento.&lt;br /&gt;The emphasis on the violence is so tense and long duration that every watcher gets the bad feelings deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;I can't &amp; won't tell the story here but if you want to see a film so different from regular movies, I recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4687350422534254661?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4687350422534254661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4687350422534254661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4687350422534254661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4687350422534254661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-destroys-everything.html' title='Time destroys everything'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-3915581018029715050</id><published>2006-09-02T16:12:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:24:48.127+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Feel so low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RbxIpdwqyuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7Inpxswo5ws/s1600-h/fsl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RbxIpdwqyuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7Inpxswo5ws/s320/fsl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024971161439226594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't Know why I like this song and its lyrics very much. Although the industry catagorized it as alt-rock but to me its very far beyond rock. If you had not heard it, you would have no idea of my saying so.&lt;dl class="body"&gt;&lt;dd class="post-body last"&gt;&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;I can not add the song here but this is the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel so low&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see how long I can last&lt;br /&gt;You can pretend that I don't exist for you&lt;br /&gt;And I can laugh about it now&lt;br /&gt;But I hated every minute&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for your email&lt;br /&gt;And each day that you forgot to call&lt;br /&gt;Just made me feel so low&lt;br /&gt;So low&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 1998&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;And your message was out of date&lt;br /&gt;So I left my voice on your machine&lt;br /&gt;But you did not respond&lt;br /&gt;OK OK OK you've won&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so low&lt;br /&gt;So low&lt;br /&gt;[Written by Steven Wilson]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-3915581018029715050?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3915581018029715050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=3915581018029715050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3915581018029715050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/3915581018029715050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-so-low.html' title='Feel so low'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RbxIpdwqyuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7Inpxswo5ws/s72-c/fsl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-4825076186203167655</id><published>2006-08-29T16:11:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:12:20.630+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stormgod.altervista.org/index_file/Pink%20Floyd%20%20-%20The%20wall%20fronte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://stormgod.altervista.org/index_file/Pink%20Floyd%20%20-%20The%20wall%20fronte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="body"&gt;&lt;dd class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pink Floyd music is very distingueshed. Thier music influenced many new bands and singers. Mostley known musicains covered thier well known songs recently. Leaving Waters was a turn back for the group but thier individual music talent make thier music live for ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when I listen to the The Wall album, I found new verses full of emotion and philosophy in it. if you have time and being in the mood , don't miss the listening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-4825076186203167655?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4825076186203167655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=4825076186203167655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4825076186203167655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/4825076186203167655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976549309265287324.post-1936230773849605124</id><published>2006-08-27T16:03:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:05:15.689+03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sci-fi'/><title type='text'>I, Robot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RX-619D5aVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3FuqFZ0iw0/s1600-h/ai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RX-619D5aVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3FuqFZ0iw0/s200/ai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007926746746022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="body"&gt;&lt;dd class="post-body last"&gt;&lt;p class="content-wrapper"&gt;See "I, Robot" in original format. I always like Sci-fi Stories of &lt;a href="http://www.asimovonline.com/"&gt;Isaac &lt;strong&gt;Asimov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I knew him since I was 13 or 14. His three laws of robotics are fascinating. In the movie, if you forget the action, you will see a nice game of thought to how to abuse the rules or break them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2976549309265287324-1936230773849605124?l=hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1936230773849605124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2976549309265287324&amp;postID=1936230773849605124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1936230773849605124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2976549309265287324/posts/default/1936230773849605124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollow-thump-of-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-robot.html' title='I, Robot'/><author><name>H.B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05733694775781744290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cFMWb8XWzME/RX-619D5aVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3FuqFZ0iw0/s72-c/ai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
