February 2011
1 post
December 2010
3 posts
vahidisms part II
My sister is traveling by herself for the first time tomorrow, and she has a connecting flight at JFK. My dad has a friend who we shall call “Sobhan”. Sobhan lives in New York, and recently suggested that if there are any issues with her transit, my sister should give him a call. This is the conversation that just took place between my parents, as they attempted to evalute this...
“Who realized they had birth certificates when she was born. But clearly her...”
– My dad, on the surprise party thrown for his 80 year old coworker by her children.
October 2010
2 posts
RUMInations
These spiritual window-shoppers, who idly ask, ‘How much is that?’ Oh, I’m just looking. They handle a hundred items and put them down, shadows with no capital.
What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping. But these walk into a shop, and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment, in that shop.
Where did you go? “Nowhere.” What did you have to eat?...
Haiku-Off
Recently, whilst traveling via aero-plane, my brother wrote something like 12 haikus to cure his boredom. One of them, On Sartorial Decline, particularly struck a cord with me, as I felt it was a personal attack on a pair of sweatpants I inherited (ironically from my brother) that are admittedly falling to pieces. Below is the transcript of the haiku-off that took place in defense of my gloriously...
January 2010
1 post
I WANT
to go home.
November 2009
1 post
September 2009
2 posts
“If we are not happy and joyous at this season, for what other season shall we...”
“He was only twenty-five. He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was...”
– Emma Forrest (via suzywire) (via youarebonbon) (via finallyseeing)
August 2009
31 posts
“I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of...”
– Leo Rosten
(via justbesplendid) (via maluna)
for shwinks
O DWELLERS OF MY PARADISE!
With the hands of loving-kindness I have planted in the holy garden of paradise the young tree of your love and friendship, and have watered it with the goodly showers of My tender grace; now that the hour of its fruiting is come, strive that it may be protected.
- Baha’i Hidden Words
“What is a country? A country is a piece of land surrounded on all sides by...”
– catch 22
how much less interesting
would tumblr be if people weren’t constantly trying to increase their tumblarity.
luckily i’m over it, and i’ve decided that tumblarity BE DAMNED i will post what i want, when i want it.
i think i’m e-growing.
michaela strachan you broke my heart- scouting for...
the spoon
Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon’s mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
...
sometimes i wonder
if so many things can be pickled, why are pickled cucumbers the only things we refer to as “pickles”? what, are we so close to pickled cucumbers that we’ve just taken the liberty to drop its last name? soon we’ll be calling it picks. or pi. or p (which would sound like pee) and people will get even more confused as to what exactly we’re eating.
it’s a slippery...
today while i was at the mall waiting for my dad, i heard someone speaking with a thick russian accent. naturally my thoughts turned to The Terminal (this is, ironically, one of shwinks’ favorite movies) and subsequently to what it would be like if someone was trapped somehow at the mall instead of an airport.
“probably a lot better”, i first thought to myself. there would be...
something to think about
if you saw an onion crying over a fellow onion who’s been chopped, would you assume it’s sadness or a reaction to a chopped onion?
i’m not sure what exactly your response will say about you, but it probably says something about something so figure it out yourself.
why does dr phil write weight loss books?
i mean alls i’m sayin is, i wouldn’t exactly want to look like him
diseased
Nish: Look, chickens!
Bahia: Dude don't roll down your window, I don't want to get that disease
Shiro: Swine flu?! Um that's not from chicken
Bahia: Nonoono the other, SARS
Nish: I think you mean Avian flu.
Bahia: So what's SARS?!?
Shiro: It's the powder that makes you sick
Nish: No that's anthrax.... Avian flu comes from birds.... SARS goes through the air.
A Cool Summer Miracle
Recently, my father and I were victims of a malfunctioning air conditioning system. This, to say the least, caused us great discomfort and stress on both personal and interpersonal levels.
You see for many years now, our air conditioning system has aided us in the creation of a haven, shielding us from the harsh meteorological vicissitudes of Israel’s climate. It has, for all intents and...
smooth-IEW
dad: nava you're not making a smoothie today?
nava: with what? we don't have any good fruit
dad: what are you talking about? we have a pear, a plum, and milk.
“Exultest thou over the treasures thou dost possess, knowing they shall perish?...”
–
Bahá’u’lláh
“as soon as we all get home, we all get naked”
– a special australian
kenyans do america
Shiro: he should go die in a hole
Nish: why should he go to idaho?
Shiro: hah? where's idaho?
Nish: what. idaho's not that bad.
July 2009
19 posts
dream about flying - alexi murdoch
“To laugh often, and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the...”
– Emerson (via maluna)
“O SON OF MAN! My calamity is My providence, outwardly it is fire and vengeance,...”
– Baha’i Hidden Words
“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will...”
– Charles Bukowski
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