July 28, 2004
Barobax.net Login System
Recently I have started to believe that the username/password combination we use to access our pictures has become saturated. Moreover, the comments section gets filled with spam and anonymous posts. Barobax is a small communitiy which is not intended for all surfers of the World Wide Web. This website contains material that needs to be protected, and thus an authorization system is required. As a result, soon I will start implementing a login system where only members of the site would be able to reach the private sections which includes pictures, profiles and comments. The rest of the site will remain open to the public. This might slightly lower Barobax.net's daily hits, but on the other hand it will make sure that our data is safer and we will feel way more comfortable with our pictures being on the net. I think that the site membership will work as follows: I will send invitations for membership to those people that I know, trust and have access to. Public membership is not allowed, however, those people who become members would then be allowed to invite their friends and family to join Barobax. This in a way works like Orkut.
This method also allows the many parents and 'friends of friends' to gain access to the site through invitation of their sons, daughters and friends. Another advantage is that members would then be able to create modifiable profiles where they enter their own data which can be viewed by other members of Barobax.
I will highly appreciate your comments regarding this plan. Thanks.
Posted by Pooya at 01:45 PM | Comments (11)
July 26, 2004
Nikon Canada : Not So Bad After All
I called Nikon Canada technical department today and spoke to a lady who seemed to have a light Indian accent. I told her that I have received my camera as a gift and that I have lost all its papers including the warranty card. She told me to read the camera's serial number off its back and I did. After looking it up on the system she told me that the camera has been purchased from Dubai. She then said that the warranty has expired but they will fix it if I send it in. She even said that if I make a note, they might consider a warranty cover as Nikon Canada covers all its products for 2 years while all other countries only do one year.
With all the pessimism I had towards them before even talking to them, now I feel bad! However, let's not celebrate too soon as we won't know for sure untill my camera gets fixed.
Posted by Pooya at 03:58 PM | Comments (1)
July 23, 2004
Barobax.net Might Suffer!
Barobax.net might suffer for a while. My beloved Nikon camera has decided to stop working. Today, for no reason as I was taking pictures from the street when I was at the bus stop, the sliding lens got stuck all of a sudden. I tried to zoom in and zoom out but the picture was blury and the lens could not move. I turned the camera off and on again but the lens got even more stuck and the camera failed to start. I got a "System Error" message on its screen and all of my hitting and shaking efforts to help the lens move did not accomplish anything. I soon realized that 3 days have passed from the expiration of my warranty. It was exactly one year and 3 days ago that I bought this camera from Computer Plaza in Dubai, the night before I leave for Tehran.
With the hope of finding a place to get it fixed I called a couple of strores and they told me that they have to send it to Nikon's service center in Toronto. However after reading Nikon Canada's website I was quite disappointed: If you purchase Nikon branded photographic or digital imaging product from anyone other than an authorized Nikon Canada dealer, beware that Nikon Canada does not, and will not, provide parts, repair services, warranty service or technical support for any such product.
Nikon service center will have a rough day on Monday morning as I will call to fight with them for such a nonsense statement. This camera MUST get fixed ASAP!
Posted by Pooya at 07:09 PM | Comments (9)
July 19, 2004
Panaromic View of Last Night's Party
Last night we made a panaromic picture using my camera. Click on the image below to see the large version. There is also a quick time version of it which is a 360 degrees interactive version. It is about 4 MBs and you can view it using Apple Quick Time. In there you can rotate it and also use the zoom options. It's kinda' cool. You can download that by clicking here.
Posted by Pooya at 04:23 PM | Comments (87)
با حافظ
وفا کنیم و ملامت کشیم و خوش باشیم که در طریقت ما کافریست رنجیدن
Posted by Pooya at 02:47 PM | Comments (1)
July 16, 2004
ظهر
امروز سه شنبه یکی از روزهای بسیار گرم مرداده. ساعت باید حدود سه و نیم بعد از ظهر باشه. من خونه ی خاله ام هستم و طبق معمول سالها همه در این ساعت به خواب عمیق بعد از ظهر فرو رفته ان. منم توی اتاق دو تا پسر خاله هام روی تخت اردشیر پسر خاله ی بزرگم که دکتر هستش و الان برای کشیک سر کاره دراز کشیدم و به طرحهای لوزی شکل گچکاری شده روی سقف خیره شدم. پسر خاله ی دیگه ام، علی، بدون لباس و فقط با یک شورت دمر روی تختش به خواب رفته. روی دیوارها پسترهای بزرگ موتور و ماشین مسابقه توجه هر پسری رو به خودش جلب می کنه. بالاتر از سر اون نزدیک به سقف دو کانال کولر آبی هست که فقط از یکیشون باد می یاد. در سکوت بی نظیر این ظهر مرداد فقط دو صدا شنیده میشه. یکیش صدای کولر آبی روی پشت بوم که از حیاط خلوت می یاد و اون یکی صدای گنجشکها و یاکریمها که توی بالکن لونه درست کردن. از رو تخت بلند می شم و به سمت پنجره ی بالکن می رم و از پشت شیشه به درخت خرمالوی توی حیاط نگاه می کنم. حیاط از روبرو به دیوار بلندی که بالاش شیشه های مات خونه ی همسایه است ختم می شه و از اینطرف نرده های سبز لجنی و کرم حیاط رو از بالکنی که از سطح زمین پایینتره جدا می کنن. خونه ی اون پایین خونه ایه که من توش به دنیا اومدم و تا پنج سالگی اونجا بودم. تو اون بالکن کوچیک چه روزهایی که با جوجه هام بازی کردم و سرگرم دون خوردنشون شدم. توی این خونه یک خانواده ی کلیمی زندگی می کنن که فامیلشون بنیامینه. در چندین سال گذشته آقایی که صاحبخونه است به "آقای موسیو بنیامین" صدا زده می شه! باد خنک و نمناک کولر آبی که از توی پوشالهای خیس و زرد رنگ عبور کرده به پشتم می خوره و پرده های اتاق رو به آرومی تکون می ده. از توی اتاق بیرون می یام از روی فرش دوازده متری قدیمی توی حال می گذرم به عروسک عروس و دومادی که روی گرامافون قدیمی شوهر خالمه نگاه می کنم و وارد آشپزخونه می شم. دیوارهای آشپزخونه سبز رنگ هستن. یه کتری بزرگ پر آب درست وسط اجاق گاز قرار داره و با شعله ی خیلی کم از لوله اش بخار می یاد. روی کابینتهای چوبی شیشه های شیره سکنجبین به چشم می خورن و استکانهای چایی بالای ظرفشویی تمیز و مرتب آویزون هستن. به طرف پنجره ی آشپزخونه می رم. سرمو از پنجره بیرون می کنم و به دو انتهای کوچه نگاه می کنم. هیچ احدالناسی تو کوچه نیست. در دوردست آپارتمانهای نزدیک کوه توی مهی دودآلود تار به نظر میان. انگار همه ی مردم خوابیدن. انگار امروز تمومه تهران در خوابه.
Posted by Pooya at 05:22 PM | Comments (1)
July 15, 2004
Innocence Of Our Childhood
This crystallic water flows in my mind through a spring in our childhood. Everyday it reminds me of the rain drops and snow flakes that dropped in autumn and winter to maintain the flow during the hot sunny days. When we were kids, we used to sit by the spring and watch our innocent faces in its purifying water. We then moved along the path, to discover our future. Today, the flow of water is still at our footstep. It quenches our thirst and its sound heals our wounds and brings peace to our minds. But the spring is no longer by us. We can no longer watch our faces in its nearby oasis. Thus we must return, for my face is no longer innocent. I must go back to days of my childhood and wash this face by your side. For there, I will find peace and innocence once more. And this time, I will live by that innocence until the day I die.
Posted by Pooya at 04:27 AM | Comments (1)
July 14, 2004
Happy Birthday Man!
Posted by Pooya at 02:49 PM | Comments (6)
July 13, 2004
Blood Donation
I donated blood yesterday. They took 450 milileters of my blood, so practically I weigh about half a kilo less than what I used to! If you're in Waterloo and you're a fan of blood donation, there is a permanent blood donation clinic in Weber street next to Sobey's in Bridgeport plaza. Usually, it'll take no time for you to lie down to give your blood away. That is unlike SLC where you encounter the longest of line-ups. So have fun donating, but just make sure you don't have AIDS ;)
Posted by Pooya at 04:06 PM | Comments (4)
Links Page Constructed!
Barobax's Links page is now up and running. It is yet another step towards automation of my site, and will now automatically archive all the links that I add to the main page. Each link will stay for a week on the main page, and after that it can only be found in the links page. If you have interesting links you want me to add to the main page, please send them to pooya@barobax.net.
Soon I will add a feature for you to submit interesting links through the website.
With IranLyric.com being so big, having a lyrics page is quite redundant, thus I will probably be removing that section from Barobax.net altogether. Hoping to replace it with a more useful section such as a forum or something. We'll see.
Posted by Pooya at 03:27 PM | Comments (2)
July 08, 2004
Food Crisis!
:( This morning I woke up to face a disaster. As my stomach rumbled and jumbled for the morning snack we call breakfast, I moved quickly to the part of our house formerly known as the kitchen. By the time I was there I had already decided to have an elaborate meal: Feta cheese, butter, jam and bread with tea. Thus, I quickly moved to the sink to wash my mug and then filled the kettle with water, then something very very disturbing happened! I moved towards the fridge, to take out the required ingredients for my meal...opened the door and moved my right hand towards the butter which was sitting happily on the shelf of fridge's door. AAAAAAA I screamed in fear! It was warm, I panicked, quickly touching every other stuff: cold cuts, cheese, eggs, breads. They were all WARM! I started to smell rotten food. As my stomach was screaming in pain I was about to faint. Food crisis was on, and we had nothing to eat! I shouted ALIIIIIII, ALIIIIIII damn you, he sleeps like a polar bear in the galactic islands of Manitoba and I stood there in shock, in pain. I was starving and I was left with very limited choices on my hand. so I went with the best alternative and started to drink my tea with liquefied butter and jam.
barobax: you can send your food donations to Ali's house. Khoda maadar/pedar e bachehatoono ziad kone.
Posted by Pooya at 03:30 PM | Comments (8)
July 07, 2004
روز دانشجو
فردا 18 تیر، سالروز جنبش دانشجویی و ریخته شدن خونهای پاک است. این روز را در ذهن داشته باشیم .
Posted by Pooya at 09:24 PM | Comments (0)
Hokmnameh!
آقای مهران راد از اساتیدی هستند که من در کانادا افتخار آشنایی با ایشون رو پیدا کردم. بزرگمردی خوش صحبت و خوش مشرب که احترامشان در جمع ایرانیان شهر واترلو استوار و پابرجاست. چندی پیش در جمعی در پارتی روم رجاینا ایشون شعری برای من خوندن در زمینه بازی حکمی که با کیارش، سارا و سیامک داشتن. من خیلی از شنیدن این شعر لذت بردم و از ایشون خواهش کردم که یک کپی از این شعر رو به من بدن. با تشکر از خانم ایشون که این شعر رو برای من فرستادن، شعر رو upload کردم که شما هم ازش لذت ببرید. شعر بسیار جالبی است در سبک شاهنامه در وصف نبردی در بازی حکم.
ادامه...
Posted by Pooya at 06:22 PM | Comments (0)
July 06, 2004
Our Roommate in Cardill & Hamed's Post
I encourage you to read Hamed's latest (Tuesday, July 6th) post regarding Ghamar/Houshang at the following address:
http://hara.blogspot.com as I sympathize with him for the things he is still going through.
Posted by Pooya at 06:29 PM | Comments (18)
July 04, 2004
Destiny Is Crawling Upon Me
I dreamt of the snowy peak of Dena. I stood there still within the surrounding foggy air. I saw the world turning, in me, just like the way I'd see in the movies. I could see the world from the top. I could scan it, see the lights shine through my fingertips. I stood lonely, even though I could feel the divine watching down on me. Studying every thread of thought, every glimpse of idea. I could sense him smiling at my childish decisions, at my deadened thoughts. I dreamt within that dream, of an eagle. An angel of boldness, power, gratitude, sharpness. Circling around my circling view. Opened and closed my eyes again. Dreaming within that dream. Let her drop down strings of freedom to me, or let my world turn upside down, dropping me, falling, freely to the oceans of infinity. The sun is calling upon me and yet I have no ride to go. The panther has been waiting for the moon to rise once more. Another chance forgiven. Another exit, missed. Destiny is crawling upon me. Destiny is crawling upon my thoughts.
Posted by Pooya at 11:45 PM | Comments (3)
July 02, 2004
موز
به خوابم بدیدم یکی نارسیده موز
که از نارسیدن کشاند یکی آب حوض
بدیدم که همچین کمی سبز بود
به چشم علی همچو خوارزم بود
بگفتم علی تو نه یک موز گیر
که یک هست چشم گاو حقیر
بگیرم دو دسته فواکه که من
بدانم فواکه خری همچو فن
امامی فواکه خری خود نه رایانه است
که با یک کلیکی شود رام و مست
بباید که دانی علوم کبار
که شاید خرینی مگر یک خیار
بدارم یکی موز من که از راه دور
نشاند همی لرزه بر مرد کور
ببوید بفهمد که از موز راست
بییاید خطرها؛ تو رو راه راست
تو را با نبرد دلیران چه کار
بباید که گیری تو رایانه با یک خیار
پس این قصه کوته بگویم که من
نخواهم برفتن به حمام زن
Posted by Pooya at 02:44 PM | Comments (191)
"Barobax" - Authenticity!
I was doing some search on Google on the keyword "barobax". I give credit when credit is due: the first hit is for barobax.com, a Persian underground band which has a style similar to rap/hip-hop. In fact the day I decided to call my website Barobax, I first wanted to register barobax.com. At that time the domain was already taken by them so I took barobax.net. I was surprised that someone else had also come up with this name as the word has somehow evolutionized in Persian slang because it does not have a sole meaning in our language. More search results revealed other uses of this name by other people, which is sorta interesting. My first inspiration of the word comes from my friends in Tehran: Yahya, Bahman, Mahmood and Hamid. Even though I don't recall them using "barobax" in particular, I do remember that they occasionally put X at the end of some words. So here I give them credit for the word "chax", which is my alteration of their "chux" for chakerim.
Posted by Pooya at 02:09 PM | Comments (0)
