- Funny in Farsi
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Book recommendations
A friend of mine asked me about some book recommendations, here are mine in no particular order:
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Proud to be a human
I was reading a robot story by Asimov in which a sophisticated intelligent robot is trying to become more and more like humans. Why do we think that we have the best physical bodies? Why would a robot not have wheels instead of legs? Why would they speak in human language instead of binary numbers?
My roommate is right. The only way intelligent machines might be interested in us would be as pets or as lab rats. (see "The Matrix")
Monday, July 28, 2008
Morals of "The Dark Knight"
- It is alright to spy on people as long as you are looking for a bad guy.
- It is NOT OK to share information about illegal activities with the public
- You should give the people something to have faith in.
- A priviliged few have the right to decide what is best for everyone
- Cops are the good guys even if they sell your fiance to the bad guys
- Bad guys do what they do without any reason
- Guns are useless and fail a lot and metal detectors are nonexistant
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Translation of a Persian poem
My Garden
Its sky is embraced tightly
by wet thick coat of clouds.
The leafless garden
is lonely night and day
in a sad innocent silence.
It has rain for an instrument and wind for voice.
Its garment is nakedness,
or if it needs any other garment
it has been woven from golden threads by the wind.
"Let them grow or not grow, anyone anywhere it wants or does not want"
There is not a gardener or a passer by.
The garden of the hopeless
is not waiting for a spring.
If there is no warm glow in its eyes,
and if no leaf of smile grows on its lips,
who says the leafless garden is not beautiful?
It is telling the story of the hight up in the sky fruits which are now buried in the lowly coffin of the soil.
The leafless garden
Its smile is tear and blood.
Forever trotting on its long haired yellow horse in it is,
the king of seasons, Autumn.
Its sky is embraced tightly
by wet thick coat of clouds.
The leafless garden
is lonely night and day
in a sad innocent silence.
It has rain for an instrument and wind for voice.
Its garment is nakedness,
or if it needs any other garment
it has been woven from golden threads by the wind.
"Let them grow or not grow, anyone anywhere it wants or does not want"
There is not a gardener or a passer by.
The garden of the hopeless
is not waiting for a spring.
If there is no warm glow in its eyes,
and if no leaf of smile grows on its lips,
who says the leafless garden is not beautiful?
It is telling the story of the hight up in the sky fruits which are now buried in the lowly coffin of the soil.
The leafless garden
Its smile is tear and blood.
Forever trotting on its long haired yellow horse in it is,
the king of seasons, Autumn.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Politics
Although I am neither a politician nor a philosopher, I do have a political
stance. I can classify myself as a libertarian socialist. I like Noam Chomsky's political views. I found a few nice videos of his talks and interviews on Google Video.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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