Still alive
““and our world is still alive” by Tahamtan Aminian, ’International Posters for peace, social justice & the environment 1965-2005′
h/t to 365 > Love : Art : Passion: “The words forming the ash of the cigarette read from top to bottom: Agony, Sorrow, Pain, Hatred, Hesitation, Envy, Hopeless, Fear, Dirt, Prostitution, Wound, Wretchedness, Madness, Isolation, Wrath, Grudge, and Fatal...”
See also previous post: Visual Culture of Iran
Forever Under Construction 
I’d like to lock McWarmonger in a little room and make him smoke a carton a day for the rest of his life. He’d do it willingly too, if we just promised him he could be president if he kept it up for just ten years.
There a quite a few I could ask to join. We will even feed and entertain them 🙂
🙂
It would take years for that pounding heart of his to stop with smoke …
Just a few days of our sumptuous, buttery ghormeh sabzi will make his old heart croak ………………………….
Are we sounding slightly like Mr. Mc?:) But if ghormeh sabzi is in the menu there gone be volunteers to join the group, including myself.
I know this is going to sound hopelessly American, but, well, er, I’m not at all sure I could trust something with a name like that…. It sounds sort of like a secret medical condition….
Of course, people from other countries throw themselves to the ground laughing when I try to speak their language… so….
Consider the source. 😛
🙂 Explanation:
Sabz = green
Sabzi = herbs
Ghormeh = small pieces of meat
And here are Aref Adib’ versions.
Still scary? 🙂
I’m sure it tastes fabulous. I remember the first time I tasted hummus and tabouleh. One of the secretaries at my office had brought it in from a little ME restaurant. She couldn’t pronounce it, but OMG! I went nuts for the stuff. So I dragged her to the place she’d gotten it to point it out on the menu so I could get it again.
I am also a fan of Lebanese cuisine. Fortunately in the last years a few good restaurant have opened in Tehran.