Lali

Un-Censored & Un-Ashamed

Guests of the Ayatollah June 30, 2006

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On November 4, 1979, a group of radical Islamic students stormed the U.S. Embassy in Tehran, Iran. Inspired by the revolutionary Iranian leader Ayatollah Khomeini, their original plan was to hold a three day protest of the American decision to allow exiled Iranian leader Shah Mohammed Reza to enter the U.S. to seek medical treatment. The hope of something small and peaceful turned into something much more severe and dangerous when the students took all of the sixty-six people inside the Embassy hostage, and kept most of them for 444 days.  After the Shah died the hostages were released, the date was January 20, 1981, which happened to coincide with Ronald Reagan’s inauguration as president of the United States. Coincidence? Hmmmmmm…

Ruhollah Mousavi was born in 1901 or 1902 (this will depend on where you are getting your information from) in the town of Khomeyn. He was a very serious, unpleasant, unjoyous man who once told Time Magazine, “There is no room to play in Islam. It is deadly serious about everything.” And it was with this fervor that he threw himself into his studies of Islamic theology, eventually reaching the rank of Ayatollah, a religious title for advanced scholars that carries no political significance.

In 1962 the Shah passed a bill that allowed officials in the country to take their oath to office with their hand on whatever Holy scripture they preferred. Although this might sound like a trivial, insignificant issue to some, the bill offended Khomeini and other Islamic fundamentalists who viewed the Koran as the only appropriate book on which to swear by. It was then that the Ayatollah started making trouble throughout Iran.

The Ayatollah was exiled but that did not stop him. He began a vicious campaign against the Shah. He didn’t keep his attacks to the Shah’s religious views, he also accused the Shah of pro-Israeli and pro-U.S. sympathies which further inflamed his followers and further destroyed the Shah’s image. Eventually the Shah was forced to flee into U.S. protection and Khomeini seized power.

Khomeini instituted a strict regime of Islamic Law, ordering women to wear veils and suspending the criminal justice system in favor of religious courts. He did put a democratic apparatus into place, but this was obviously for appearances only.

And thus arrived November 4, 1979, the day known as the beginning of the Iran Hostage Crisis. 444 days later, the hostages are released, the US has a new president, and someone is going to pay for this injustice committed against innocent people. What do the Americans, led by former actor Ronald Reagan do? They arm Saddam Hussein with conventional, chemical and biological weapons so that he can fight their enemy. Muaaaa haaaa haaaaa. It was a brilliant plan. What could go wrong? Khomeini was the enemy, Hussein hated Khomeini, Hussein was willing to fight Khomeini with his U.S. sponsored weapons, everyone was happy. So, in 1980, Iraq invaded Iran. The war was long and tiring and deflated the economies and resources of both countries. The Soviets, who had no particular vested interest in this conflict, (but much like the United States they seem to enjoy going to war) sided with Iran.

Finally, in 1988, the U.N. was able to lead a peace agreement between both nations and the war ended. Now the Ayatollah had grown into an evil villain master-mind who actively supported international terrorism. What was the next trick up the Ayatollah’s sleeve? He decided to issue a fatwa (religious edict) calling on Muslims to kill Salman Rushdie for writing his surreal and magnificent FICTION novel ”The Satanic Verses”.

“The author of The Satanic Verses book, which is against Islam, the Prophet and the Koran, and all those involved in its publication who were aware of its content, are sentenced to death. I ask all Muslims to execute them wherever they find them.”

The proclamation was horrifically inconsistant with any intelligent, reasonable interpretation of Islamic Law and it essentially ruined Rushdie’s life. Khomeini had just secured his position as the devil-incarnate du jour. For years he continued to manipulate and distort the concept of the fatwa. (A trend later used by Osama Bin Laden, who also issued religious edicts to give the force of Islamic morality to his politically motivated attacks on the United States.)  But, sadly for Khomeini, and gladly for millions around the world, a few months after sentencing Rushdie to death, the Ayatollah died of prostate cancer in June 1989.

Conclusion (A message to all wannabe Evil Mad-Men): If you are a hideous human being that kills, tortures and abuses other people and/or situations for your own benefit, the U.S. forces will not kill you. So, don’t worry… I cite as examples: Bin Laden, Castro, Hitler, Kim Jong-Il, Bush, and The Ayatollah himself. In the end you should worry more about genetics, because Cancer might kill you before G.I. Joe does.

 

I don’t love you, and yet I do… June 28, 2006

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I received a marvelous present. A present filled with meaning and depth and beauty.
It’s a silver bracelet with the words of one of my favorite Pablo Neruda poems inscribed onto it… Fantastic fantastic present…  Nothing can turn a girl’s day around as quickly as a Neruda sonnet engraved on a silver bracelet.

On the bracelet, the poem is in it’s original Spanish version.

(From his book “Cien Sonetos de Amor”)

Sonnet XLIV

I don’t love you, and yet I do
for life itself is of two minds,
words are a ripple of silence,
fire is half cold

I love you in order to begin loving you,
to journey towad infinity
and to not stop loving you ever:
that is why I do not love you yet.

I love you and yet I do not,
as if I had in my hands the reins of destiny
and an uncertain, unfortunate destiny.
My love has two lives to love you.
That is why I love you when I do not and that is why I love you when I do.

***

Sabrás que no te amo y que te amo
puesto que de dos modos es la vida,
la palabra es un ala del silencio
el fuego tiene mitad de frío.

Yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,
para recomenzar el infinito
y para no dejar de amarte nunca:
por eso no te amo todavía.

Te amo y no te amo,
como si tuviera en mis manos las llaves del destino
y un incierto destino desdichado.
Mi amor tiene dos vidas para amarte.
Por eso te amo cuando no te amo y por eso te amo cuando te amo..

 

Open Letter to Ronaldo (A Semi-Apology) June 23, 2006

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Dearest Ronaldo,
First off, I am a huge fan. Second, I'm sorry I mentioned you were fat in my previous entry.
Thanks for the two goals yesterday, now you don't have to feel bad about your Real Madrid salary or your astronomic endorsement deals. Yesterday we saw why you are who you are and I'm assuming after you read my blog entry it really made you think and that is why you decided to bring your "A" game to the match against Japan.
I'm so delighted to have somehow infulenced this change in you, very flattered. I promise, if I was 14, I would put a poster of you on my wall, that's how cool I think you are. So, keep up the good work, and any tips or advice you need, let me know. I'm here for you. (And I can lend you the Atkins or South Beach Diet books if you want them.) 

Um Beijo pra voce,

Lalinha

PS. Is there any way you can give my buddy Zinedine some last minute pointers?

 

World Cup (Zinedine Zi-DONE) June 20, 2006

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How much is marketing worth in 2006?

It's enough to let the Brazilians keep a less than spectacular Ronaldo in a match when he is not at his best; and it is enough to let the French keep an old, tired (and irritable) Zidane in a match when he was not only playing poorly, but making mistakes.

In a sport of uber-sized endorsement deals, it's hard to believe, after their performances so far in this year's World Cup, that these two men are the sports SECOND AND THIRD BIGGEST ENDORSERS! (Number One is, of course, British hunk, David Beckham, who earns $24 million dollars in endorsements on top of his $8 million dollar Real Madrid salary PER YEAR.) But, Ronaldo and Zidane have little to complain about, their Real Madrid teammate may have beat them, but not by much. Last year, Ronaldo took over second place from Zidane, and raked in over $20 million dollars in endorsement deals alone. Zidane can't be too sad about his third place in endorsement earnings (DESPITE his lack of personality and marketability), as he has the honor of earning a larger paycheck than both Beckham and Ronaldo.  But alas, perhaps that is fair, as he is arguably the finest player of his generation. (And no, we are NOT in his generation anymore!) Zinedine Zidane also has the highest transfer fee ever paid in football, $84 million dollars, when he went from Juventus to Real Madrid on July 9th, 2001. In conclusion, these are expensive guys that are making A LOT of money. But, in this Coupe Du Monde, they have disappointed their fans. Big Time. And in Zidane's case, this is his last chance to play wearing his country's jersey, so I'm assuming he's disappointed himself as well. They both look tired and run down. Zinedine looks old. Age has caught up with him. And Ronaldo is slow and over-weight. 

But I guess if NIKE(Ronaldo) and ADIDAS(Zidane) are paying MILLIONS of dollars, they want to see their players ON THE FIELD. If not, how else will they sell those over-priced jerseys?

(The only advantage, other than marketing, of having them on the field with how poorly they are playing, THAT I FIND, would be that in doing so, you eliminate 1 or 2 of your opponents players as they are on the field SOULY to 'guard' these famous stars, leaving your other 'lesser known' players, a bit more free. )

Zinedine, is retiring at the end of the World Cup, which is good, he has been a remarkable player, but for now he is Zine-DONE. Ronaldo, I HOPE, plans on going on a diet after the World Cup, but I have not been able to reach the Confederação Brasileira de Futebol or Real Madrid for confirmation on this. ;-P
(If he needs a personal trainer/dietician he can call me, I'd be glad to help. Out of pure love for the sport, of course…)

*Personal Clarification: I LOVE Ronaldo. He's always been my favorite Brasilian player. Same with Zidane. That's not to say I can not view their play objectively.

 

I’m Confessing… June 10, 2006

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He awoke that morning, like every other morning, to the annoying Beep-Beep of his alarm clock. The instant he regained consciousness, after his brief 4 hour sleep, he remembered she was gone. After this realization, he delayed opening his eyes, in an effort to avoid looking at the empty space next to him on his bed. The space that for countless nights had been filled by her. By her smell. By her skin. By her love.

He rolled over on to his back and finally opened his eyes, staring straight-up at the ceiling. He was able to wait at least an entire minute before turning his head to the side to look at the empty half. But it wasn't only half of his bed, it seemed like half of himself was now empty too. She had taken it with her, and he wasn't quite sure how to continue his life without her in it. Did he actually have a life before her? Was there ever a smile, a laugh, a kiss, a breath, a touch, that didn't originate with her? Was there ever any pleasure that didn't begin and end with her?
He couldn't remember.

The January sun was streaming in through his window. Teasing him. Making its bright presence all the more obvious in contrast to the darkness in his heart. It should be raining, he thought. It should be gray, and cloudy, and raining.

He looked at the white pillow where her head had rested. She had shyly admitted to him that at night, when she couldn't sleep, she would lay awake just staring at him. Watching him sleep. Smiling to herself in the dark. What she didn't know, because he had been too proud to admit it (even after her sweet confession) was that in the mornings, when he woke up, he too would stare at her. He loved seeing the morning light hit her naked body while she slept. He, like her, smiled coyly while he gazed.

Why didn't I tell her I'd never been happier? Why didn't I beg her not to go? Why didn't I try to stop her. It was too late. He hadn't stopped her. She had gotten on the plane. If she wants to stay, she will stay, he had thought at the time, too arrogant to try and stop her.  Never realizing that she too had thought, If he wants me to stay, he will ask me to stay. Words left unsaid can cause more pain than those spoken.

Something caught his attention. On the night stand by 'her' side, was the ring she always wore. Somehow he hadn't noticed it the night before. He leaned across the bed and picked it up. The silver was so broad that he could see his sad distorted reflection. He liked having the ring. He was glad she had forgotten it. As he twirled it between his thumb and forefinger, he realized it was engraved on the inside. I'm Confessing, is all it said. He instantly knew it was a message for him. "I'm Confessin' (that I love you)"  was a song by Louis Armstrong that they both loved. The first two lines of the song were: "I’m confessin’ that I love you. Tell me, do you love me too?" She had left the ring there on purpose. Why didn't I stop her?! he screamed, as he slapped himself on the forehead.

His doorbell rang. He froze. Could it be…? His heart began pounding. A hurricane of emotion came over him. He jumped out of bed, ran out of his bedroom, and opened the front door with fury. Standing in front of him, staring at him intently, was his downstairs neighbor. You're bathroom is leaking. And the water is coming down into my apartment, said the grumpy elderly lady from apartment 2C. He stared at her in disbelief. When he opened his mouth to answer her, all he could say was, I should have never let her go.

 

Reverberations June 1, 2006

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There is an exquisite pleasure that reverberates through my spine when I put pen to paper and manage to string along a few words that please me. I write for myself, to fill a void, to express the stormy ocean of feelings that dwell inside my often melancholic soul. It is a catharsis like no other. I often find the world we live in lacking, tainted, full to the brim with everything that I don't want to be. And when I write, I escape this often lack luster world and focus on a thought, a feeling, a breath… anything that has meaning to me at that particular moment. And for that instant, for that moment in time when those words fly out of my head, they are my only reality and I am more alive than ever.

I'd like to share this passage with you:

"Dissatisfied with everything, dissatisfied with myself, I long to redeem myself and to restore my pride in the silence and solitude of the night. Souls of those whom I have loved, souls of those whom I have sung, strengthen me, sustain me, keep me from the vanities of the world and its contaminating fumes; and You, dear God! grant me grace to produce a few beautiful verses to prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to those whom I despise."

C.Baudelaire, Excerpt from "One O'Clock in the Morning"