Friday, January 30, 2009

In Berl

- cold
- fringe
- migraines and nausea
- culture shock
- bad coffee
- everyone looks the same/is goodlooking
- persian food
- family
- lanvin & acne
- "x"platz/strasse
- mitte
- magazines

I love it here, but by the time i get used to this place, ill be leaving. 

pic: melanie schiff

On Unoriginal

Sunday, January 25, 2009

On This Is So Cute.


On The Winter That Piked

Some facts about this year's flakey winter:
-Winter has piked (aka "bailed") WAYYYYY too early in Haifa.
-Its already too warm to wear a coat.
- The rain : verdant plant life ratio in Haifa makes no rational sense.
-Winter is the best month for thinking.
-Crisp air is better than Coles brown paper bag licorice.
-Phoney seasons (read: global warming?) are worse than the chocolate in chocolate coins.

On Daydream

He smells of orange blossom, vanilla icecream, and hints of homemade playdough.
I shrink to half his height, snuggle my face in his crocheted armit, and fall asleep.
I wake up feeling equal parts warm: fuzzy: happy.
pic: theselby

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

On The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey

The alphabet, here:

On blog-happy

Fuzz, Sean and i have this new gig:
Pinata will stay though, for pretty pics and random thoughts.
Things are kinda really busy at the moment though (ZU IS HERE, Berlin next week, PO COMES AFTER THAT. SO. STOKED), which is why i havent posted much on Radcakes yet.
But i did the header on it, which means i contributed for every time you visit ;)
P.S. Facebook. I reactivated it. Sans wall :/
pics: "rad" from google image search; gateaux by Leslie David.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

On Thoughtfulness

From: Naysan Rafati 
Sent: Sunday, January 18, 2009 3:00 PM
To: Nazanin Forghani
Subject: Re: Re:


Saturday, January 17, 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Mox and Flum


pic: Hasisi Park

Saturday, January 10, 2009



Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I miss this face

already. Love you sweetpea kiddo Shadiface x

Monday, January 5, 2009

On Ogden Nash, Daily. Courtesy of Naysan R.

The Duck.

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.
-Ogden Nash
pic: The Selby

On Crazy-Itchy Feet

I feel like everyone in the world is on one at the moment.
I cannot wait til mine.
3 weeksssssssssssss
pic: Anna Wolf

Friday, January 2, 2009

On 2009: International Year of Escapism*

*OOPS! Reposted. Acccidentally posted it unfinished.

Today, while i was ploughing through Russian magzines at the hairdressers pretending to look leisurely in the hope that i might feel it for an afternoon, the entire salon and everything around me suddenly quietened.

Hair salon apparatus in motion is unpleasantly symphonic; the snipping of scissors, the wheezing gust of blow dryers, the swoosh of the sweeping, the thrumming of the sink, the chirping of the chatter--everyone doing their little bit in a one giant orchestra of noise pollution. But today, a sudden diminuendo, rallentando, and then, silence.

Someone turned on a TV. Israeli news.

"What do you think of the war?", the Morroccan-Israeli hairdresser casually asked as he combed out my wet hair.

Even at the hairdressers, which is pretty much a mythological fantasia-esque place celebrated by women the world over for its can-do quick-fix approach to pick-me-ups, leisureliness and nonchalance, is, apparently, impossible. Day 2 of 2009, and it is becoming clear that this year will not be brought to you by escapism.

On a related note, the United Nations has designated 2009 as the International Year of Astronomy (IYA), marking the 400th anniversary of Galileo's telescope.

Related cos, as cool as that is (considering i use to want to be an astronaut from about age 9 - 13), on the issue of anti-escapism, it appears the United Nations would disagree. The celebration of astronomy amidst a crumbling world order seems curiously escapist to me. Especially when you compare it to 2008, the soberly deemed, "International Year of Sanitation".