tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60123232010-02-02T21:01:22.043-08:00From the land of Arabian Nights, comes a story teller of a partially different kind.ihathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02627703958246416901noreply@blogger.comBlogger227125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012323.post-47041595468204585922010-01-29T06:43:00.001-08:002010-01-29T06:59:09.783-08:00

----------------- Recipe Cut up 2 cauliflower  heads into florettes and boil for about 15-20 minutes. You want the cauliflower to be cooked but still firm. Don't over cook. Strain  cauliflower from water.  On one plate place 1 cup of  flour. In a bowl mix 5 eggs with salt and scramble with a fork.  In a second plate place 1 cup of bread crumbs. Drench each florette first into flour,

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  O so long ago, garden gnomes lived in mystical gardens of profound magic and entertained themselves with random acts of mischief, but not this garden gnome. Frakash was bored with his fairy-tale existence. To him, memorizing magic spells only to recite them at absurd moments seemed like an entirely mind-numbing activity. Curiosity grew into an insatiable volcano in Frakash’s heart. One day,

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Frakash came upon a meeting room and peeked in. In there, he saw a group of tired, yet well fed geekmeisters working vigorously on perfecting a dizzying array of designs. They had stacks of documents in front of them and were drawing shapes and lines on the board with enthusiasm. Frakash joined them and began to listen in. Sitting on one of the beautiful and soft chairs made him feel important.

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Frakash’s heart was banging against his chest the way the Beanstalk Giant knocked on doors. A swift freight overtook him and he couldn’t remember the tranquility spell from his book - Mastering the Art of Mischief of Every Kind. Down the hallway in a corner next to a window, he saw a few potted plants. Frakash decided that if he would stand among the plants and imagine that he was in the Heaps

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Frakash came upon a large grey beast standing all alone in one corner. He figured this was the geekmeister’s dragon. The grey dragon was making a menacing humming sound. “Poor geekmeisters, they probably don’t know how to deal with him” thought Frakash to himself. “After all, geekmeisters don’t have time to take dragon charging training like garden gnomes do; I will thrash this beast into

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Frakash looked at the computer sitting on the desk delighted to get a chance to try this thing called programming. "How hard can it be?" thought Frakash to himself. He began to stare intently at the screen the same way he had seen Laila do while sitting on her sundeck. There were many words on the screen that Frakash couldn’t understand, but he maintained his intense gaze and squeezed his face

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------------------ 1 large egg plant 4 table spoons on tahini sauce juice of two lemons 1 clove of garlic 1 table spoon of extra virgin olive oil pinch of salt pinch of paprika ------ For decoration and garnish chopped parsley 2 table spoons of extra virgin olive oil sumac 5 olives orange pepper, sliced thin ------- Directions Roast the eggplant in the oven for 1 hour on 400 degrees. Take

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Frakash followed the one whom the geekmeisters called James into the men’s washroom. Once in there he cornered him, using his gardener muscles and three magical spells, Frakash forced James to take off his t-shirt. Frakash was convinced that if he was dressed like a geekmeisters, he would look like a geekmeister and nobody would suspect that he was a garden gnome. Frakash tied James’ hands and

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Soak 2 cups of dried chickpeas in cold water over night. The next day, boil the chickpeas for about 1 hour or until they can be squished between two fingers. Drain the chickpeas of water. Freeze half to use to make humus two weeks later, because that is how ofter you should be eating humus ... at least! The other half throw into a food processor with: The juice of 3 lemons 4 table spoon of

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   In the computer biz, people will frequently describe software as being usable, or being user friendly. That is like presenting me with a dish and telling me that the food is edible. I am glad that the food is edible, but I expect so much more from food. I expect it to look good, smell appetizing, tickle my taste buds and I prefer to share it with good company. Good conversation and a few

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Frakash encountered the ever vigilant and always watchful office manager that the geekmeisters called Jenny. Despite her charming appearance, she could be monstrous to an uninvited guest at the office. In no time, the stowaway garden refugee found himself being unceremoniously kicked out of the office. Frakash was stricken with a thunder bolt of emotion. He never felt such anger in any of his

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That night Frakash sneaked himself into Laila’s backpack, the same backpack he saw her carry to work every day. His plan was simple, to slip himself into the office of the geekmeisters and later jump out of the backpack and try to mingle with the people pretending he was one of them. After all, he had spent one whole year observing the way Laila talked and behaved. With a bit of ingenuity and

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One beautiful sunny day, Frakash was weeding and planting pink tulips in a garden that always needed oodles of work. It was the garden that Laila liked to call Laila’s garden, and Frakash called it the Heaps of Labor garden. Laila was the woman that lived in the house right next to the Heaps of Labor garden and Frakash would observe her when she sat on the sundeck, drinking a cup of coffee or

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Acrylic on canvas 24x18 inches

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Frakash was a garden gnome who thought that magic was boring. Other garden gnomes entertained themselves by turning hideous people into frogs or sending goblins at night under the beds of children who exceeded their weekly tantrum quotas. To Frakash such pursuits seemed entirely mind-numbing. Memorizing reams of magic spells to be recited at absurd moments was not Frakash’s idea of fun at all.

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Here is a clip of me reading a short story at the Vancouver International Writers Festival. Open Mic event. I ran out of time and so had to cut the story short. But you can read the full text of the story below. The story of the Fish There once was a fish that swam happily in the sea and was as happy as ... well as happy as a fish swimming in the sea could be. One day when the happy fish

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Acrylic on canvas24x18 inches

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Acrylic on Canvas16x20 inches

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I am like a Christmas tree right now. All my emotions are blinking on and off like Christmas tree lights. I feel everything. I feel sad, angry, bitter, happy, relieved, free. Emotions come over me like waves and then go away only to be struck by the next one. One minute I am crying, next I feel happy and optimistic. “What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger” goes the saying. I don’t want to get

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Next time do the Iraqi thing and throw your shoe at the president. Given the state of the country it is clear that the Iraqi way is not always the best, but it is always more entertaining.I read in the news that Muntadhar al-Zaidi, the Iraqi journalist who threw his shoe at the then US President George Bush, is being released from prison this week. Perhaps Rep. Joe Wilson can hire him as a

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I feel that I am wading through sludge.Every day is a fun trip to the sludge entertainment park. I ride the sludge roller coaster, go to sludge splash down park to prepare myself for the heavy duty amusement to follow. Then I take a mat and head to sludge super slide, where I experience a gut-twisting gliding motion right before I drop into a big barrel of sludge. Thanks to modern technology,

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A flamenca must have super powers on stage. Mine are launching missiles from my earlobes and setting things on fire with a special joker stare. Here is me exercising both super powers while performing at the PNE.

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Acrylic on Canvas20x16 inches

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I have been studying flamenco for 7 years now. The more I learn the more I realize that I have that much more to learn yet. Flamenco is a never ending adventure in frustrations. Only the very stubborn stick with it.This year I had taken the bulerias class. "Muy dificil" I frequently heard instructors say in Spain when referring to bulerias. It means "very difficult". Bulerias is a one of the

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