<?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-3063513720360662738</id><updated>2012-01-04T14:02:36.551+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Forouzani</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog made by one of the teachers of the world who is interested in making friendship with more educated people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-2979548682586975737</id><published>2011-01-31T22:59:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:59:56.576+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Paul Potts Britain's Got Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DelJrP3P7tA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-2979548682586975737?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/2979548682586975737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=2979548682586975737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2979548682586975737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2979548682586975737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2011/01/paul-potts-britains-got-talent.html' title='Paul Potts Britain&apos;s Got Talent'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DelJrP3P7tA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-8665434750739278989</id><published>2007-12-01T17:09:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:30:57.990+03:30</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry to see that time is passing each time u visit my blog and.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:250px; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w220.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w220.photobucket.com/albums/dd256/flaming43/f0558da4.pbw" height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s220.photobucket.com/albums/dd256/flaming43/?action=view&amp;current=f0558da4.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &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/3063513720360662738-5690094716429336897?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/5690094716429336897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=5690094716429336897&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5690094716429336897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5690094716429336897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/09/calendar.html' title='Calendar'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-2162937319962330740</id><published>2007-08-30T22:35:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:29:25.302+03:30</updated><title type='text'>TBA(Task-based assessment)</title><content type='html'>As the attention shifted away from interventionist,synthetic,Type A,structural syllabi towards the noninterventionist,analytic,Type B,communicative syllabi , the emphasis on product was replaced by the emphasis on process in foreign or second language learnig. This change in perspective entailed the proposal of process syllabi by experts in the field of language teaching. One of these process syllabi is task-based one. Task-based language teaching requires task-based assessment.&lt;br /&gt;This is actually what i am interested in studying and having research about. So i ask my friends,colleagues,and all who want to teach me or give information to me to be generous in bestowing their knowlege and posting comments or passages in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;Thx every individual person who shares what he/she knows about this issue&lt;br /&gt;M.F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-2162937319962330740?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/2162937319962330740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=2162937319962330740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2162937319962330740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2162937319962330740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-attention-shifted-away-from.html' title='TBA(Task-based assessment)'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-1468878060027918697</id><published>2007-08-30T19:03:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:10:01.905+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Sprituality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHIqV4TAyLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V5x6OWODAJs/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHIqV4TAyLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V5x6OWODAJs/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220281473453574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in relationship with truth or with existence is to be spiritual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, not to talk about spirituality, not to follow a certain creed, dogma, church, but to be in direct immediate relationship with existence is spirituality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be in tune with the whole, to feel the harmony and the joy and the sheer celebration of being here – that is spirituality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-1468878060027918697?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/1468878060027918697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=1468878060027918697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1468878060027918697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1468878060027918697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/sprituality.html' title='Sprituality'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHIqV4TAyLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V5x6OWODAJs/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-8639724785255060068</id><published>2007-08-30T14:11:00.009+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:19:42.200+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHIsTOaVOsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/a0gK_bKVY2w/s1600-h/41.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHIsTOaVOsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/a0gK_bKVY2w/s320/41.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220283626873502402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and death are in a dynamic relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is a rest and a renewal; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life alone will become really boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is something closer to sleep, a deeper sleep which one needs between two lives, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the old life is completely erased, and you are clean again to be reborn, renewed, and fresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-8639724785255060068?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/8639724785255060068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=8639724785255060068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/8639724785255060068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/8639724785255060068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_30.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHIsTOaVOsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/a0gK_bKVY2w/s72-c/41.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-9003920981690332139</id><published>2007-08-30T01:00:00.007+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:18:10.572+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Flow and family life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPPDWIy9EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jR_APJMwIk4/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPPDWIy9EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jR_APJMwIk4/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220744049441567810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every relationship requires a reorienting of attention, a repositioning of goals. When two people begin to go out together, they must accept certain constraints that each person alone did not have: schedules have to be coordinated, plans modified. Even something as simple as a dinner date imposes compromises as to time, place, type of food and so on. To some degree the couple will have to respond with similar emotions to the stimuli they encounter – the relationship will probably not last long if the man loves a movie that the woman hates, and vice versa. When two people choose to focus their attention on each other, both will have to change their habits; as a result, the pattern of their consciousness will also have to change. Getting married requires a radical and permanent reorientation of attentional habits. When a child is added to the pair, both parents have to readapt again to accommodate the needs of the infant: their sleep cycle must change, they will go out less often, the wife may give up her job, they may have to start saving for the child's education. All this can be very hard work, and it can also be very frustrating. If a person is unwilling to adjust personal goals when starting a relationship, then a lot of what subsequently happens in that relationship will produce disorder in the person's consciousness, because novel patterns of interaction will conflict with old patterns of expectation. A bachelor may have, on his list of priorities, to drive a sleek sports car and to spend a few weeks each winter in the Caribbean. Later he decides to marry and have a child. As he realizes these latter goals, however, he discovers that they are incompatible with the prior ones. He can't afford a Maserati any longer, and the Bahamas are out of reach. Unless he revises the old goals, they will be frustrated, producing that sense of inner conflict known as psychic entropy. And if he changes goals, his self will change as a consequence – the self being the sum and organization of goals. In this manner entering any relationship entails a transformation of the self.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPQW_SRi8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/9eB4sIuiG7E/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPQW_SRi8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/9eB4sIuiG7E/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220745486416317378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is customary to think of marriage as the end of freedom, and some refer to their spouses as "old ball-and-chain". The notion of family life typically implies constrains, responsibilities that interfere with one's goals and freedom of action. While this is true, especially when the marriage is one of convenience, what we tend to forget is that these rules and obligations are no different, in principle, than those rules that constrain behavior in a game. Like all rules, they exclude a wide range of possibilities so that we might concentrate fully on a selected set of options.&lt;br /&gt;Cicero once wrote that to be completely free one must become a slave to a set of laws. In other words, accepting limitations is liberating. For example, by making up one's mind invest psychic energy exclusively in a monogamous marriage, regardless of any problems, obstacles, or more attractive options that may come along later, one is freed of the constant pressure of trying to maximize emotional returns. Having made the commitment that an old-fashioned marriage demands, and having made it willingly instead of being compelled by tradition, a person no longer needs to worry whether she has made the right choice, or whether the grass might be greener somewhere else. As a result a great deal of energy gets freed up for living, instead of being spent on wondering about how to live.If one decides to accept the traditional form of the family, complete with a monogamous marriage, and with a close involvement with children, with relatives, and with the community, it is important to consider beforehand how family life can be turned into a flow activity. Because if it is not, boredom and frustration will inevitably set in, and then the relationship is likely to break up unless there are strong external factors keeping it together.&lt;br /&gt;To provide flow, a family has to have a goal for its existence. Extrinsic reasons are not sufficient: it is not enough to feel that, well, "Everybody else is married," "It is natural to have children," or "Two can live as cheaply as one." These attitudes nay encourage one to start a family, and may even be strong enough to keep it going, but they cannot make family life enjoyable. Positive goals are necessary to focus the psychic energies of parents and children on common tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these goals might be very general and long-term, such as planning a particular life-style – to build an ideal home, to provide the best possible education for the children, or to implement a religious way of living in a modern secularized society. For such goals to result in interactions that will help increase the complexity of its members, the family must be both differentiated and integrated. Differentiation means that each person is encouraged to develop his or her unique traits, maximize personal skills, set individual goals. Integration, in contrast, guarantees that what happens to one person will affect all others. If a child is proud of what she accomplished in school, the rest of the family will pay attention and will be proud of her, too. If the mother is tired and depressed, the family will try to help and cheer her up. In an integrated family, each person's goals matter to all others.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPPyG8ijiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ApWxP7Kb9CM/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPPyG8ijiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ApWxP7Kb9CM/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220744852817481250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to long-term goal, it is imperative to have a constant supply of short-term objectives. These may include simple tasks like buying a new sofa, going on a picnic, planning for a vacation, or playing a game of Scrabble together on Sunday afternoon. Unless there are goals that the whole family is willing to share, it is almost impossible for its members to be physically together, let alone involved in an enjoyable joint activity. Here again, differentiation and integration are important: the common goals should reflect the goals of individual members as much as possible. If Rick wants to go to a motocross race, and would like to go to the aquarium, it should be possible for everyone to watch the race one weekend, and then visit the aquarium the next. The beauty of such an arrangement is that Erica is likely to enjoy some of the aspects of bike racing, and Rick might actually get to appreciate looking at fish, even though neither would have discovered as much if left to his or her own prejudices.&lt;br /&gt;As with any other flow activity, family activities should also provide clear feedback. In this case, it is simply a matter of keeping open channels of communication. If a husband does not know what bothers his wife, and vice versa, neither has the opportunity to reduce the inevitable tensions that will arise. In this context it is worth stressing that entropy is the basic condition of group life, just as it is of personal experience. Unless the patterns invest psychic energy in the relationship, conflicts are inevitable, simply because each individual has goals that are to a certain extent divergent from those of all other members of the family. Without good lines of communication the distortions will become amplified, until the relationship falls apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-9003920981690332139?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/9003920981690332139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=9003920981690332139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/9003920981690332139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/9003920981690332139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/flow-and-family-life.html' title='Flow and family life'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHPPDWIy9EI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jR_APJMwIk4/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-5706028203132218557</id><published>2007-08-28T06:19:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:20:23.696+03:30</updated><title type='text'>To Curse War</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AMdgOU5Hj0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AMdgOU5Hj0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-5706028203132218557?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/5706028203132218557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=5706028203132218557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5706028203132218557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5706028203132218557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-curse-war_9214.html' title='To Curse War'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-546999211400088957</id><published>2007-08-03T14:25:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:33:11.055+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Society and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHCW4MVK2yI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pAEwYs9euh4/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHCW4MVK2yI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pAEwYs9euh4/s320/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219837860249262882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fully grown-up society will allow its people to love whoever they feel like loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live with someone as long as love lasts. After that, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even for a single moment to be together is hypocrisy, and hypocrisy is boring, tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-546999211400088957?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/546999211400088957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=546999211400088957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/546999211400088957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/546999211400088957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/society-and-love.html' title='Society and Love'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHCW4MVK2yI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pAEwYs9euh4/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-1655657219470163088</id><published>2007-06-02T00:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:57:16.549+03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzItcW078CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-nDKw49Na1k/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzItcW078CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-nDKw49Na1k/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130212890715615266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A son and his father were walking on the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."&lt;br /&gt;Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy is surprised, but does not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;It gives you back everything you say or do.&lt;br /&gt;Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.&lt;br /&gt;This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;&lt;br /&gt;Life will give you back everything you have given to it." &lt;br /&gt;YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-1655657219470163088?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/1655657219470163088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=1655657219470163088&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1655657219470163088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1655657219470163088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/11/son-and-his-father-were-walking-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzItcW078CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-nDKw49Na1k/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-6580589240246335717</id><published>2007-05-24T16:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:30:14.501+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is my Romeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adZwF4LhuaI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adZwF4LhuaI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-6580589240246335717?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/6580589240246335717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=6580589240246335717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/6580589240246335717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/6580589240246335717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/where-is-my-romeo.html' title='Where is my Romeo'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-2480472345718720506</id><published>2007-05-23T23:28:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:02:17.517+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Have we ever thought about who our company after death would be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIudG078DI/AAAAAAAAALA/yQoNMlK40NM/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIudG078DI/AAAAAAAAALA/yQoNMlK40NM/s320/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130214003112144946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time there was a rich King who had 4 wives.&lt;br /&gt;He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.&lt;br /&gt;He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.&lt;br /&gt;He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidante and was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.&lt;br /&gt;One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and pondered, ?I now have 4 wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone?.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!"&lt;br /&gt;His heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send flowers to your grave." &lt;br /&gt;Her answer came like a bolt of thunder and the King was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny and suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;In Truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others.&lt;br /&gt;Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;And our 1st wife is our Soul, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.&lt;br /&gt;So cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now! It is your greatest gift to offer the world. Let it Shine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-2480472345718720506?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/2480472345718720506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=2480472345718720506&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2480472345718720506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2480472345718720506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-we-ever-thought-about-who-our.html' title='Have we ever thought about who our company after death would be?'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIudG078DI/AAAAAAAAALA/yQoNMlK40NM/s72-c/11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-4810387485356757165</id><published>2007-05-21T06:21:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T08:58:49.032+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8739716945860006221&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-4810387485356757165?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/4810387485356757165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=4810387485356757165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4810387485356757165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4810387485356757165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-lives.html' title='Our lives'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-7698482710512212711</id><published>2007-05-20T00:17:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:53:38.458+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Is the literary language the same as the ordinary one? Do people phenomenologically perceive the same?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6Yqobblx9I/AAAAAAAAANw/-bU39kFbf2s/s1600-h/49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6Yqobblx9I/AAAAAAAAANw/-bU39kFbf2s/s400/49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162860896873465810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the 1948 movie, 'Mr. Blandings builds His Dream House'. Mrs. Blandings gives the following (roughly reconstructed) instructions to her construction foreman.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like this room to be painted in a shade reminiscent of a moist, due laden blade of grass. For the kitchen, I would like the walls to be as radiant as the color of the rising sun; and for the bedroom, I would like the color to be like the shimmering surface of our local lake during a Lazy Autumn day". The Forman then turns to the painter. "Did you get that?" "Yeah, green, yellow and blue".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-7698482710512212711?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/7698482710512212711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=7698482710512212711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/7698482710512212711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/7698482710512212711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-literary-language-same-as-ordinary.html' title='Is the literary language the same as the ordinary one? Do people phenomenologically perceive the same?'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6Yqobblx9I/AAAAAAAAANw/-bU39kFbf2s/s72-c/49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-8017678482211293367</id><published>2007-05-18T14:49:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:02:36.354+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Who's boring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RvT7KUZZY9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/u1ZP8JG3cLY/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RvT7KUZZY9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/u1ZP8JG3cLY/s400/4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112987631664849874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-8017678482211293367?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/8017678482211293367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=8017678482211293367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/8017678482211293367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/8017678482211293367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/whos-boring.html' title='Who&apos;s boring?'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RvT7KUZZY9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/u1ZP8JG3cLY/s72-c/4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-5434193374344099989</id><published>2007-05-18T11:55:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:00:02.428+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHW6Ca_kkoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kCHPOZxgK_Q/s1600-h/nnnnn.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHW6Ca_kkoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kCHPOZxgK_Q/s320/nnnnn.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221283893774422658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The balancing of challenges and skills is another factor as necessary in enjoying social relationships in general, and family life in particular, as it is for any other flow activity. When a man and a woman are first attracted to each other, the opportunities for action are usually clear enough. Ever since the dawn of time, the most basic challenge for the swain has been "Can I make her?" and for the maid, "Can I catch him?" Usually, and depending on the partners' level of skill, a host of more complex challenges are also perceived: to find out what sort of a person the other really is, what movie she likes, what he thinks about South Africa, and whether the encounter is likely to develop into a "meaningful relationship." Then there are fun things to do together, places to visit, parties to go to and talk about afterward, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;With time one gets to know the other person well, and the obvious challenges have been exhausted. All the usual gambits have been tried; the other person's reactions have become predictable. Sexual play has lost its first excitement. At this point, the relationship is in danger of becoming a boring routine that might be kept alive by mutual convenience, but is unlikely to provide further enjoyment, or spark a new growth in complexity. The only way to restore flow to the relationship is by finding new challenges in it.&lt;br /&gt;These might involve steps as simple as varying the routines of eating, sleeping, or shopping. They might involve making an effort to talk together about new topics of conversation, visiting new places, making new friends. More than anything else they involve paying attention to the partner's own complexity, getting to know her at deeper levels than were necessary in the earlier days of the relationship, supporting him with sympathy and compassion during the inevitable changes that the years bring. A complex relationship sooner or later faces the big question: whether the two patterns are ready to make a lifelong commitment. At this point, a whole new set of challenges presents itself: raising a family together, getting involved in broader community affairs when the children have grown up, and working alongside one another. Of course, these things cannot happen without extensive inputs of energy and time; but the payoff in terms of the quality of experience is usually more than worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-5434193374344099989?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/5434193374344099989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=5434193374344099989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5434193374344099989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5434193374344099989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHW6Ca_kkoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kCHPOZxgK_Q/s72-c/nnnnn.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-9107806470229607075</id><published>2007-05-17T21:11:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:23:28.547+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Real Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHD2NouDILI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xQXKmA6O1uE/s1600-h/40.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHD2NouDILI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xQXKmA6O1uE/s320/40.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219942682251698354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's woman puts on wigs,&lt;br /&gt;Fake eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;False fingernails&lt;br /&gt;Six pounds of assorted make-up/shadows/blushes/creams&lt;br /&gt;Living bras&lt;br /&gt;Various pads that would make a linebacker envious &lt;br /&gt;Has implants and assorted other surgeries&lt;br /&gt;Then complains that she cannot find a  "real" man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-9107806470229607075?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/9107806470229607075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=9107806470229607075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/9107806470229607075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/9107806470229607075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/finding-real-man.html' title='Finding a Real Man'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHD2NouDILI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xQXKmA6O1uE/s72-c/40.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-2122822200063595228</id><published>2007-05-17T20:54:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:00:25.489+03:30</updated><title type='text'>An Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R1BHwU9aHEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2zhPpe8Ynto/s1600-R/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R1BHwU9aHEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nqqJ0v4IOtY/s200/42.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138686070415301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An artist never works under ideal conditions. If they existed, his work wouldn't exist, for the artist doesn't live in a vacuum. Some sort of pressure must exist. The artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn't look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world."Andrei Tarkovsky&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Given to me by my best friend Catalina&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-2122822200063595228?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/2122822200063595228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=2122822200063595228&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2122822200063595228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2122822200063595228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/artist.html' title='An Artist'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R1BHwU9aHEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nqqJ0v4IOtY/s72-c/42.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-4093317320849436651</id><published>2007-05-16T22:46:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:19:16.779+03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Eagle &amp; Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=483098586541790384&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-4093317320849436651?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/4093317320849436651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=4093317320849436651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4093317320849436651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4093317320849436651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/eagle.html' title='The Eagle &amp; Us'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-4303188788017565649</id><published>2007-05-15T22:54:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:58:12.588+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Remembering how to soar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SJyPstie1KI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IMtnDI9a9bU/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SJyPstie1KI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IMtnDI9a9bU/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232214865398912162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Efforts to make our lives more productive, more efficient and more 'safe' remind me of the little story:&lt;br /&gt;The story is about eagle who got lost at birth and ended raised on a farm amongst a group of chickens. &lt;br /&gt;The gist of the story is that as the little eagle grew up amongst the chickens he lives as they did, and learnt to accept and make the most of his little chicken life as he competed with the other birds for the scraps of food that were thrown amongst them.  Until one day when he saw a strange yet somehow familiar figure soaring magnificently above them.&lt;br /&gt;As he watched the wonderful bird soar and glide above him, the one in sky called down and said, " I am your brother and you are an eagle just like me, you simply got lost but now you are found. You too are free to fly and roam the skies at will, just like I am; and you will do far greater things than these. Come and join me". Being of chicken mind the other birds urged him not to listen. 'He is not like us', they crowd. "Think of your responsibilities, there are nets to make and food to be collected, you have no time for think of flying or freedom or doing your own thing".&lt;br /&gt;And so it came to be that the eagle lived his life as a chicken believing in what chickens do, but having now learnt that it's not good to look too long at the sky lest another eagle appear and unsettle him by reminding him of who he really is.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the eagle in this little story we turn away in disbelief and recommit ourselves to making the most of our little lives and to being the best chickens we can be. Some of us have been known to write stories about the eagles that fly above us from time to time, we worship them as 'heroes' or 'chosen one' or 'gurus' and some hope that one day they'll come back to save us, not recognizing that they are just the same as us and the way to freedom is simply to remember how to fly again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-4303188788017565649?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/4303188788017565649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=4303188788017565649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4303188788017565649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4303188788017565649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/remembering-how-to-soar.html' title='Remembering how to soar!!!'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SJyPstie1KI/AAAAAAAAAWI/IMtnDI9a9bU/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-5968510959439161176</id><published>2007-05-15T15:50:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:53:03.763+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Wonder When you'd Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RvUJFEZZZCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zdJ810ugJ_8/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RvUJFEZZZCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zdJ810ugJ_8/s400/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113002934633325602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-5968510959439161176?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/5968510959439161176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=5968510959439161176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5968510959439161176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/5968510959439161176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/wonder-when-youd-know_15.html' title='Wonder When you&apos;d Know'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RvUJFEZZZCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zdJ810ugJ_8/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-6167935574175587040</id><published>2007-05-15T00:05:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:12:42.963+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Transcendence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHZkpSGbmxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7Bikpxb4gLQ/s1600-h/40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHZkpSGbmxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7Bikpxb4gLQ/s320/40.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221471478378896146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we all tend to take our experience, the surface experience that's presented to consciousness, as essentially being ultimate reality. There's a good reason for that. I mean, we can't examine every experience we have and ask, "Is this right or wrong? Is this good or bad?" But there has to be a certain ability to distance yourself, for instance, from your needs. If every time you're hungry you have to eat. If every time you feel sexual stimulation you want to act it out, if every time somebody tells you to do something you say, "Yes, sir" without thinking about it, then you live a tremendously restricted life. Suppose you are a Nazi, and you're told to take Jews to camp or to do something else like that – and you say, "Yes, sir" because this is what you're told, and this is reality and you feel you cannot do anything about it. If that's how you live, you'll never break out from these conditions, these programs that genes set up over millions of years, or that the culture sets up for us before we were born, or before we grow up. We are born with certain instructions to act, and then we are told by the culture how to act. And while we have to honor the reality of these things, at the same time, we have to reflect on the implications that carrying out these instructions would have.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHZk9IFZGNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BDE2WQtVmf4/s1600-h/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHZk9IFZGNI/AAAAAAAAAVw/BDE2WQtVmf4/s320/44.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221471819287566546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the Hindu notion of karma, which should also be translated in modern terms, because it's true that everything you do, in a sense, has an impact on everything else. We are part of a system, and if we act in a certain way, it doesn't stop there. It will have an effect both now and through time. It will have an effect. So once you realize both that you're part of a system and that you are all these instructions, then you recognize that you have the responsibility of either endorsing all these instructions or trying to break out from them.&lt;br /&gt;I think transcendence basically means being able to pull aside these veils and say, "Okay. These are the conditions under which I am operating. These are my genetic instructions. These are my cultural instructions, programs. Now, what do I do?" when someone comes out and says, "Yes, everything pushes me in these directions, but given that, I try to understand the consequences of my action to the whole system I live in, including animals, plans, water, air, and all that – and given all that, I'm not going to go along with this program. I'm going to try to take a stand," to me that's transcendence, because it goes beyond the determining forces that the person is seemingly controlled by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-6167935574175587040?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/6167935574175587040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=6167935574175587040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/6167935574175587040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/6167935574175587040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Transcendence'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHZkpSGbmxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/7Bikpxb4gLQ/s72-c/40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-3126259559283950436</id><published>2007-05-11T10:53:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:02:10.218+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Linguistic composition of Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R5wx8bblx5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pZFfOooL3x8/s1600-h/linguistic+map+of+iran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R5wx8bblx5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pZFfOooL3x8/s400/linguistic+map+of+iran.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160054187285137298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-3126259559283950436?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/3126259559283950436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=3126259559283950436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/3126259559283950436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/3126259559283950436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/linguistic-composition-of-iran.html' title='Linguistic composition of Iran'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R5wx8bblx5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pZFfOooL3x8/s72-c/linguistic+map+of+iran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-1076975878811581148</id><published>2007-05-10T18:05:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:17:19.741+04:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHdjPBCoO8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IPSnYdTTL4E/s1600-h/104.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHdjPBCoO8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IPSnYdTTL4E/s320/104.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221751402588027842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the tensions of teenage life can be eased if the family provides a sense of acceptance, control, and self-confidence to the adolescent. A relationship that has these dimensions is one in which people trust one another, and feel totally accepted. One does not have to worry constantly about being liked, being popular, or living up to others' expectations. As the popular saying go, "Love means never having to say 'I'm sorry'" "Home is where you're always welcome." Being assured of one's worth in the eyes of one's kin gives a person the strength to take chances; excessive conformity is usually caused by fear of disapproval. It is much easier for a person to try developing her potential if she knows that no matter what happens, she has a safe emotional base in the family.&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional acceptance is especially important to children. If parents threaten to withdraw their love from a child when ha fails to measure up, the child's natural playfulness will be gradually replaced by chronic anxiety. However, if the child feels that his parents are unconditionally committed to his welfare, he can then relax and explore the world without fear; otherwise he has to allocate psychic energy to his own protection, thereby reducing the amount he can freely dispose of. Early emotional security may well be one of the conditions that helps develop an autotelic personality in children. Without this, it is difficult to let go of the self long enough to experience flow.&lt;br /&gt;Love without string attached does not mean, of course, that relationships should have no standards, no punishment for breaking the rules. When there is no risk attached to transgressing rules they become meaningless, and without meaningful rules an activity cannot be enjoyable. Children must know that parents expect certain things from them, and that specific consequences will follow if they don't obey. But they must also recognize that no matter what happens, the parents' concern for them is not in question.&lt;br /&gt;When a family has a common purpose and open channels of communication, when it provides gradually expanding opportunities for action in a setting of trust, then life in it becomes an enjoyable flow activity. Its members will spontaneously focus their attention on the group relationship, and to a certain extent forget their individual selves, their divergent goals, for the sake of experiencing the joy of belonging to a more complex system that joins separate consciousnesses in a unified goal.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHdjlgrj2RI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GmCJy_D2a0w/s1600-h/215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHdjlgrj2RI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GmCJy_D2a0w/s320/215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221751789038328082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most basic delusions of our times is that home life takes care of itself naturally, and that the best strategy for dealing with it is to relax and let it take its course. Men especially like to comfort themselves with this notion. They know how hard it is to succeed on the job, how much effort they have to put into their careers. So at home they just wan to unwind, and feel that any serious demand from the family is unwarranted. They often have an almost superstitious faith in the integrity of the home. Only when it is too late – when the wife has become dependent on alcohol, when the children have turned into cold strangers – do many men wake up to the fact that the family, like any other joint enterprise, needs constant investments of psychic energy to assure its existence.&lt;br /&gt;To play the trumpet well, a musician cannot let more than a few days pass without practicing. An athlete who does not run regularly will soon be out of shape, and will no longer enjoy running. Any manager knows that his company will start falling apart if his attention wanders. In each case, without concentration, a complex activity breaks down into chaos. Why should the family be different? Unconditional acceptance, the complete trust family members ought to have for one another, is meaningful only when it is accompanied by an unstinting investment of attention. Otherwise it is just an empty gesture, a hypocritical pretense indistinguishable from disinterest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-1076975878811581148?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/1076975878811581148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=1076975878811581148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1076975878811581148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1076975878811581148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-of-tensions-of-teenage-life-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SHdjPBCoO8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IPSnYdTTL4E/s72-c/104.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-4230979127424741557</id><published>2007-05-10T01:41:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:59:16.730+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange enough. Isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w220.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w220.photobucket.com/albums/dd256/flaming43/0947c33f.pbw" height="370" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s220.photobucket.com/albums/dd256/flaming43/?action=view&amp;current=0947c33f.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshow?action=landing" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &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/3063513720360662738-4230979127424741557?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/4230979127424741557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=4230979127424741557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4230979127424741557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4230979127424741557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/09/strange-enough-isnt-it.html' title='Strange enough. Isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-2048329305250194857</id><published>2007-05-02T12:33:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:04:48.310+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Questions(if every body is going to die today)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIvY2078EI/AAAAAAAAALI/1NKgtaQLrg4/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIvY2078EI/AAAAAAAAALI/1NKgtaQLrg4/s200/18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130215029609328706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;What if today, all that had breath started to die right away? What would you do? Would you be sad, or would you rejoice and be glad? Would you try to save someone? Or would you Just stand by? Would you notice that it’s not only happening to you? If your car stopped, and broke down in the street, would you try to fix it? Or would you take it to the shop? So you can make it home trying to beat the clock. Would you rush to your children’s school to pick them up?  If you were hungry, would you fix yourself something to eat? Would you complain about your body aches, or your mistakes? Would you worry about the weather? Would you keep it together? If it were Friday would you go to your job to get your paycheck? Would you wonder whether the bank was open? Would you pay your bills? Would you worry about your taxes? Would you save your pets? Would you pay your life insurance? Will you still be angry with your neighbor for something he did to you sometime ago? No? Would you call your pastor, or doctor? If it were Sunday, would you pay your tithes?  Would you plan for tomorrow? Would you buy your gravestone? Would you become righteous right then, right away? Would you tell everyone you meet that you love him or her today? Would you worry? Is prophecy being fulfilled? No? Is all of this devastation we’re having in the world today, the wrath? No? Maybe it’s just the end of all life for every thing that has breath, but you wouldn’t believe that right? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-2048329305250194857?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/2048329305250194857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=2048329305250194857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2048329305250194857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2048329305250194857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-questionsif-every-body-is-going-to.html' title='Some Questions(if every body is going to die today)'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIvY2078EI/AAAAAAAAALI/1NKgtaQLrg4/s72-c/18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-8217153220874143646</id><published>2007-04-30T23:02:00.002+03:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:01:43.168+03:30</updated><title type='text'>To change the mood of the blog a little bit there are some jokes for U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIxim078GI/AAAAAAAAALY/d3uTw8uJ-HA/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/RzIxim078GI/AAAAAAAAALY/d3uTw8uJ-HA/s200/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130217396136308834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Say you love me! Say you love me! &lt;br /&gt;BOY: You love me... &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: If we become engaged will you give me a ring?? &lt;br /&gt;BOY: Sure, what's your phone number?? &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I think the poorest people are the happiest. &lt;br /&gt;BOY: Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;CAROL: Do you remember when you proposed to me? I was so overwhelmed; I couldn't speak for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;PETER: Yes darling, that was the happiest hour of my life... &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Darling, I want to dance like this forever. &lt;br /&gt;BOY: Don't you ever want to improve?? &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;BOY: I love you and I could die for you! &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: How soon?? &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;BOY: I would go to the end of the world for you! &lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Yes, but would you stay there?? &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;SHARON: Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss?? &lt;br /&gt;TRACY: I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;Man: You remind me of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting? &lt;br /&gt;Man: NO, because you make me sick. &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;Wife: You tell a man something; it goes in one ear and comes out of the other. &lt;br /&gt;Husband: You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth. &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;Mary: John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly. What do u Think, Peter? &lt;br /&gt;Peter: A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-8217153220874143646?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/8217153220874143646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=8217153220874143646&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/8217153220874143646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/8217153220874143646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/04/boy-may-i-hold-your-hand-girl-no-thanks.html' title='To change the mood of 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height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-4379327777222140286</id><published>2007-03-30T04:32:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T04:35:48.310+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Tread Softly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcmfU-9VGIQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcmfU-9VGIQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-4379327777222140286?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;Place of Death: Roquebrune, France&lt;br /&gt;Nationality: Irish&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;Occupations: poet, dramatist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-2551070141394920826?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/2551070141394920826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=2551070141394920826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2551070141394920826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/2551070141394920826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/08/main-poem.html' title='The Main poem'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-3129436215593350708</id><published>2007-03-28T04:26:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T04:27:44.696+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdCPiAen858"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BdCPiAen858" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-3101778541376718079</id><published>2007-03-26T00:58:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:56:14.794+03:30</updated><title type='text'>If we knew everything and we were able to predict what happened next could life be interesting for us any longer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6Y7O7blyAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZvUGWJuXILs/s1600-h/27.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6Y7O7blyAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZvUGWJuXILs/s400/27.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162879150484473858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an episode of the classic TV series &lt;em&gt;The Twilight Zone&lt;/em&gt;, a burglar gets shot and killed, and is met by a jovial fellow who introduces him to a world where he can have anything he wants, from women to power to fame. Unfortunately everything is predictable, from the role of a die to a woman's sigh. He protest that everything has become boring and dull, and requests to be shipped off to hell, where at least he could play chess with the devil (some degree of unpredictability and uncertainty: winning or losing a game). The man laughs, and says to the shocked burglar, "what does make you think that you are in heaven?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-3101778541376718079?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/3101778541376718079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=3101778541376718079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/3101778541376718079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/3101778541376718079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-we-knew-everything-and-we-were-able.html' title='If we knew everything and we were able to predict what happened next could life be interesting for us any longer?'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6Y7O7blyAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ZvUGWJuXILs/s72-c/27.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-1375635779101294335</id><published>2007-03-25T10:56:00.001+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:57:44.988+03:30</updated><title type='text'>barakencyclopedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47b48c584dc30217/47bbd55c7a6ed895/47b4cb914df87175/e5c976f" id="W47b48c584dc3021747bbd55c7a6ed895" height="274" width="304"&gt;&lt;param value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47b48c584dc30217/47bbd55c7a6ed895/47b4cb914df87175/e5c976f" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-1375635779101294335?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/1375635779101294335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=1375635779101294335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1375635779101294335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/1375635779101294335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/03/barakencyclopedia.html' title='barakencyclopedia'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-4107803275502492417</id><published>2007-03-24T23:13:00.003+03:30</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:21:53.795+03:30</updated><title type='text'>Brillinat but unanswered questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R8cPdZ_oJhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V67F7lAHYUw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R8cPdZ_oJhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V67F7lAHYUw/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172119694926685714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1.If all the nations in the world are in debt (I am not&lt;br /&gt;        joking. even US has got debts), where did all the money go? (weird) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests&lt;br /&gt;        it? (to be give a thought) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. What is the speed of darkness? (absurd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4. If the 'black box' flight recorder is never damaged &lt;br /&gt;        during a plane crash, why isn't the whole airplane made out of that&lt;br /&gt;        stuff? (very good thinking) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. Who copyrighted the copyright symbol? (who knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6. Can you cry under water? (let me try) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    7. Why do people say, 'you've been working like a dog'&lt;br /&gt;        when dogs just sit around all day? (i think they meant something &lt;br /&gt;        else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8. Why are the numbers on a calculator and a phone reversed? (God &lt;br /&gt;        knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. Do fish ever get thirsty? (let me ask and tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    10.Can you get cornered in a round room? (by ones eyes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    12.Why do birds not fall out of trees when they sleep? &lt;br /&gt;        (tonight I will stay and watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    13.What came first, the fruit or the color orange? (seed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    14.If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is &lt;br /&gt;        made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from? (No &lt;br /&gt;        comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    15.What should one call a male ladybird? (No comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    16.If a person suffered from amnesia and then was&lt;br /&gt;        cured would they remember that they forgot? (can somebody help ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    17.Can you blow a balloon up under water? (yes u can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    18.Why is it called a 'building' when it is already&lt;br /&gt;        built? (strange isn't it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    19.If you were traveling at the speed of sound and you &lt;br /&gt;        turned on your radio would you be ! able to hear it? (got to think&lt;br /&gt;        scientifically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    20.If you're traveling at the speed of light and you &lt;br /&gt;        turn your headlights on, what happens? (I don't have a chance to &lt;br /&gt;        try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    21.Why is it called a TV set when there's only one? (very nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     22.If a person owns a piece of land do they own it all &lt;br /&gt;        the way down to the core of the earth? (this is nice) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    23.Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to&lt;br /&gt;          at least 130 when you legally can't go that fast on any road? &lt;br /&gt;          (Stupid, break the law)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3063513720360662738-4107803275502492417?l=forouzani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/feeds/4107803275502492417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3063513720360662738&amp;postID=4107803275502492417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4107803275502492417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3063513720360662738/posts/default/4107803275502492417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forouzani.blogspot.com/2007/03/brillinat-but-unanswered-questions.html' title='Brillinat but unanswered questions'/><author><name>Mohammad Forouzani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01742338823112922609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R6mlvLblyDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PpjXigUQQk4/S220/1+(7).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/R8cPdZ_oJhI/AAAAAAAAAOs/V67F7lAHYUw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3063513720360662738.post-5032803953909649877</id><published>2007-03-24T03:07:00.000+03:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:10:09.273+04:30</updated><title type='text'>Does different perspective affect our world view?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LpqJNKRT07k/SG_4M75RxWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tL4WaZMDoN8/s1600-h/picture_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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