May 30, 2006

Fun with Dick and Jane

Posted in Iramville at 6:31 am by Iram

I just finished watching this movie, and I couldn’t stop laughing. I can’t say that Tea Leoni gave a five star performance, but Jim Carey was simply hilarious. For anybody who just wants to kill two hours with entertainment and comedy, I would definitely recommend this movie. It very clearly thumbed its nose at Enron and the “creative accounting” practices that put so many people into a whirlwind of financial trouble. The one thing that confused me was the long list of CEOs and Executives that appears in the credits as special thanks. When I saw all the people from Enron, Arthur Anderson, and Tyco, the only thing I could think of was that maybe when they show the scene in the upscale club where all of the top level executives are having their drinks, they must have really been top level executives.

May 25, 2006

Back home

Posted in Iramville, Randumb at 7:29 am by Iram

Hello world! I just got back from a trip to Boston, which was a whole lot of fun and provided me with some much needed relaxation and down time. While there, I did a lot of shopping, sightseeing, and went to a couple of Boston Pops concerts. Now, one of these concerts featured a local star who was soloing on Mozart's Piano Concert No. 23, and I would like to say for the record that the way she performed that night, Mozart must have been cringing in his grave. It was absolutely horrible. I normally wouldn't write a post specifically to talk about a terrible piano concerto performance, but I was reminded of this concert just ten minutes ago because I came across a Bob Hope quote that described the situation perfectly:

"When she started to play, Steinway came down personally and rubbed his name off the piano."

Bob Hope didn't attend the same concert I did, but his words are still wholly applicable. Oh, and just to let everyone know, the Boston Pops are absolutely marvelous (minus the defective piano soloist).

May 14, 2006

Finally Over

Posted in Iramville at 5:15 am by Iram

It's done. It's finished. I graduated yesterday, and it seems that an entire way of life has finished. I was never very excited about graduation. As many of you already know, I pretty much finished up in December. I was only taking one hour this semester, and even that was pass/fail and it was a band class, so I only had to show up to rehearsal twice a week, play my clarinet, and show up to two concerts all dressed in black, and that was the extent of my semester. So, when it came time to graduate, I didn't have that feeling of finality that so many of my other graduating friends did. For them, they were finally done. For me, I've been done since December and this was just the anticlimactic ending that is required by officials. With that mentality, it's no wonder that I wasn't nearly as hyped up about graduation as everyone else. In fact, I even toyed with the idea of just not showing up and having my diploma sent to my house via the big brown truck.

But now, with all the regalia turned in to the appropriate people, and all the fees and accounts paid off and clear, and all the records finalized and filed away, it really feels like there is something missing. All the friends that I had made during my four years at Rice are no longer the friends I go to college with. They are now the friends I WENT to college with. I myself am no longer a Rice student. I am in between undergraduate and graduate school, and for the time being I don't really belong to either. I never thought I'd feel this way about graduating from Rice, but even though I never went to the study breaks, didn't really go to Beer Bike or NOD or any of the other events that really define the social life of a Rice student, something about being part of that community has left an imprint on me that I doubt will ever fade. I would have never thought it while my student status remained, but now I can reflect on my time and realize that within those walls of hedges there does exist a place where I discovered who I am, what I'm passionate about, and how I need to approach life. Those are not lessons I had learned before coming to college, and I don't think I would have learned them nearly as well in any other atmosphere than the one in which I spent the past four years. So, to those hedges, those red roofed buildings, and those naked shaving cream covered drunk people, goodbye and farewell. I shall miss you.

May 3, 2006

Rumi poetry

Posted in Randumb at 8:46 pm by Iram

I have been tricked by flying too close to what I thought I loved.

Now the candleflame is out, the wine spilled, and the lovers have withdrawn somewhere beyond my squinting.

The amount I thought I'd won, I've lost. My prayers become bitter and all about blindness.

How wonderful it was to be for a while with those who surrender.

Others only turn their faces one way, then another, like pigeon in flight.

I have known pigeons who fly in a nowhere, and birds that eat grainlessness,

and tailors who sew beautiful clothes by tearing them to pieces.

(Mathnawi, V. 346-353)