joined on 10/26/07
last updated 11/04/09
August 19, 2009
My friend. I am thankful she has found me interesting enough to be friends. She's walking her own path, rather, she's carving a new path, spreading light and wisdom along the way. Many will follow this new path, and continue the legacy she has already begun. She is unafraid to be the only one with an opposing opinion, and *express* it. She is warmly attentive to those she considers friends, and it's genuine. I feel her unconditional, fierce loyalty from the other side of the Earth.
She's funny, almost dangerously witty...you have to be on your A game to see the humor behind the cerebral words of wisdom.
She's kind. Encouraging, and finds the good in people until she's given a reason to believe, otherwise. I just adore her. She's a breath of fresh air, like spring rain cleans the air...nice and clean and refreshing. Nothing compares to her, and that's why I love her!
August 1, 2009
An intelligent, wise and wickedly humorous Woman! One I am honored to have as a Friend, True, direct, blunt, open, wise, informed, worldly, and a wicked Humor!!
Beautiful, intuitive, caring, loving,,
She stands her ground with such fierceness,, Do Not Tangle with this Fantastic Woman,,
But her warmth and friendship is loyal ,soft, yest firm,, a better Woman is hard to find and claim as a Friend!!
June 26, 2009
astrid, you are SO cool ! i am glad you are my friend..
March 27, 2009
Astrid says what she thinks, no holds barred.
She's well informed, witty, and forever ready to jump dead center on false assumptions.
She will make you think.
May 10, 2008
I just checked out Astrid's Aala Dameeti performance part 1 and 2 and I love the way she has her own style and interprets the music. She's very womanly and sensual and-it sounds corny-but after watching the videos I actually had a tear. The Japanese people there seem so appreciative of her sharing her art-it's intimate and heartening. Belly dance used to be this way a lot, each woman her own style, a lot now, too much alike. The music is very nice as well.
Keep on dancin' Astrid!
January 4, 2008
About Astrid the poet . . .
“And if you want to know more about me, my poetry is maybe just about as naked as I get, emotionally”, you said, and that you need not to say to a man from orient twice. My dear Astrid: I die to see you naked as you get!
Well know I have been reading your love poems and I am very thankful to may to take a look at the colourful world inside you. Sometimes there is this intellectual woman’s voice I hear, she knows different perspectives and has her own surprising view about the world. The other time there is this suffering archetype lover burning in the fire of love and nostalgia eyes full tears asking for even more fire and pain.
But there is beyond and above this, there is a drunken poet in you, her creations are like magic, here is alchemic transformation on work. The poet colour the life with heavenly yet humanise metaphoric silky substances:
But you moved like a cat
And so I stretched my body
Under yours and relaxed . . .
Not the intelligent brain of the poet and not the echo of the burning prototype lover in pain but the drunken heart is talking to as, no even better, singing for us the hymen you only hear in the temple of the priestess wine of love worshipping:
. . .
And the violets are
Piercing their petals
Through the melting snow
Is when I will feel your hands on my skin
When the sky turns red
And the birds are silent
And the thunderclouds gather behind the horizon
Is when I will feel your lips touch my ear
When the lightning cracks
And the thunder rolls
Is when I will cry your name
And it is then that my heart trembling and I feel honoured, touched and (allow me to say it like it is) in love with the poet. I bow for you. Thou Art God.
With love and respect,
Shervin
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is shown in green on this map of the world.Generated at a very interesting website called "The most traveled people in the world". mosttraveledpeople.com/
"La Calecita" an Argentine tango move. Contact me on youtube if you want to see the tango videos below, they are "friends only". Sorry about that.
photo from a performance of dancing to Turkish flamenco
Between the sea and the river
There grows a quince tree.
She comes out of the sea …
Between the sea and the sand
There grows a cinnamon tree.
She comes out of the sea
(Sephardic song from Al-Andalus)
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I am the moderator of the following tribes:
Arabian love poems (dedicated to the modern Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani)
tribes.tribe.net/arabianlovepoems
Isabelle Eberhardt (an Orientalist tribe for her books about her life in Morocco and Algeria, "Prisoner of Dunes", "The oblivion seekers" etc, moderation passed on from Ibn Yusuf)
tribes.tribe.net/isabelleeberhardt
The Queen Harish Club, a fan tribe for Queen Harish, the whirling gypsy dancer from Rajasthan
tribes.tribe.net/queen_harish_club
Far East Politics and Global Relations (founded on the day of the nuclear test in North Korea)
tribes.tribe.net/fareast_politics
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do...explore, dream, discover."
Mark Twain
Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside, she's covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary- and terribly elegant.
Muriel Barbery
"She was what attracts me more than anyting else: a rebel. What a delight to find someone who is truly himself , who rejects prejudice, servitude, banality, and who moves through life as freely as a bird through the air."
Lyautey about Isabelle Eberhard. from: "The oblivion seekers" by Isabelle Eberhard
charity show for Sirocco
(events » arts)
Sunday, June 8, 2008 - 7:30 PM
30 RSVPs
I found this on the gilded serpent today:
Sirocco in Crisis
SIROCCO is the duo Sulyman el Coyote (on right), and Armando Mafufo.
In case you have not heard, Sol has lost almost everything he owns. If his neighbor hadn't wakened him at 6am on the 22nd of May, Sol would not be with us right now. He saw embers blowing toward him at 40mph. He was one street over from where the fire started. Sol had just time to grab his guitar, fiddle, laptop, (couldn't find his cat unfortunately) and got out with the flames chasing him. He went back after the fire was out (we were all hoping that he was one of the lucky ones whose home was bypassed by the flames) but unhappily he found a pile of ash. Instruments, drums, costumes, photos, music collections - ash.
His jewelry, zil and shoemaking machinery, tools supplies, stock and workshops were all gone- a lifetime of history gone.
So Mishaal has decided that our Mother Earth Cabaret bellydance show at Gokai this Sunday will be a charity show for Sol. We hope that as many of you as possible will attend, please spread the word !
there is a deep n
subtle longing
in your motions
there is desire behind the words
body
beyond
the concepts
in that body
there is
a intensive being
fire
in that fire of you
one need to burn
and by burning in you
touch you deeply . . .
love,
Shervin
Dance, Lalla, with nothing on
but air. Sing, Lalla,
wearing the sky.
Look at the glowing day! What clothes
could be so beautiful, or
more sacred?
poem by Lalla, 14th century, Kashmir
bellydance performance
(events » arts)
Sunday, February 24, 2008 - 7:00 PM
8 RSVPs
I will be performing at the Arabian nights event at Cafe Layla in Kichijyoji, Tokyo, with a bellydance show. Please check
kichijoji.areablog.jp/page.asp
or click on my friend Momo and find more information .
A map is here: www.cafelayla.jp/jp/about.htmlthis month's event will have eat as much as you can Syrian food (Momo makes great food, I love it !), a waterpipe(1 per 4 people) and Arabian tea drink as much as yo can. Show starts after 8.30 pm.
Fee: 3000yen.
about me
Who Says Words With My Mouth?
All day I think about it,
then at night I say it.
Where did I come from,
and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere,
I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness
began in some other tavern.
When I get back around
to that place,
I'll be completely sober.
Meanwhile, I'm like a bird
from another continent,
sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear
who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste
one sip of an answer,
I could break out
of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord,
and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here
will have to take me home.
This poetry,
I never know
what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet
and rarely speak at all.
From The Essential Rumi, page 2. Translated by Coleman Barks.
© Copyright, 2004, HarperSanFrancisco. Permission pending; fair use intended.
My new netbook has a Veriface function. That means if I close the cover or the battery is empty and it goes into standby, it will save my work and try to protect my privacy. From me, that is. The next time I open it, the computer looks at me and checks whether I am me or somebody else, with the help of the new "VeriFace"-software. My new netbook has a webcam, and this opens when I reopen it and checks whether it is the same person looking at the screen. If the background is different, or mayb...
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Being grumpy or depressed goes hand in hand with thinking. When you're continually happy you can just skim along on the surface of life and not examine anything too deeply. Which is cause and which is effect, I don't know.
(the pic is a Tokyo subway manner poster that says "Do it at home!" ; )
Sat, November 7, 2009 - 12:17 AM
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Today I sat on a wall on the sidewalk in Shibuya, in front of the electronics shop, with my netbook on my lap, testing the reception for the wireless network. Is this crazy or just practical? I felt pretty weird but could not help it.
Tue, November 3, 2009 - 6:08 AM
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Look at this baby, my brandnew wireless netbook, a lenovo idea pad, and all pink, heeeeh! Isn't he cute?
10 inch screen, weighs 1,2kg/ less than 3 pounds.
I put a glass of orange juice next to it, so you can see how small and cute he is. And now I can write in a cafe or whereever the muse strikes me. May be time for that book now...
Mon, November 2, 2009 - 10:15 AM
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I have just been told that the computer wiz at work has now "used another Vista to look at the compressed backup of my Vista" and has stuck my new hard disk into a different computer on his desk that has four keyboards and a bunch of cables and other computers and empty shells etc. on it. To actually rebuild my system is going to take another week. I have a headache from listening to a 45 minute lecture in Japanese by his co-wiz on what the technical problem is... Argh!
What I gathered is t...
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