<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:54:28.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bassi.Baba.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-5402204407534450848</id><published>2009-03-29T03:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:09:06.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've moved!</title><content type='html'>This blog has moved to: &lt;a href="http://becoming1.wordpress.com"&gt;becoming1.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-5402204407534450848?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5402204407534450848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=5402204407534450848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/5402204407534450848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/5402204407534450848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2009/03/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-699584430259561472</id><published>2007-12-20T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:23:01.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold</title><content type='html'>Don't listen to anyone who tells you the Middle East is a hot place. I'm sitting in an empty Cafe' in the Merkaz. Usually this place is packed at 10pm on a weeknight... tonight its completely empty. It's cold, 50 degrees Fahrenheit, which is really not THAT cold, but its enough to cause the Israeli public to stay home for a night; thats really quite a feat for nature... even suicide bombings don't keep Israelis from coming out, so mother nature has really pulled something off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my coworkers and myself are huddled together in the "reflective corner" of Arcaffe. Ramin is reading the Kitab-i-Iqan, Sina is doing something rather complicated on his laptop... I can't really tell what he's doing but it results in him having a perplexed look of contemplation as he stares intently at his computer screen. He occasionally looks up, rubs his hands together like Mr. Burns did when he was contemplating world domination on the Simpson's, mutters something like "what the hell" and then keeps typing... maybe Sinas contemplating the same thing... or maybe, he's just COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cafe' rocks, obviously not because of its lack of heat or insulation... but check this... one of these guys is from Namibia, the other from Canada, I'm from the States... we may have never crossed paths if it hadn't been for this place and this Faith. We may have never enriched each others viewpoints of life and the Faith. We're sitting here talking about the Iqan, Ramin was telling me earlier about his life in Namibia. I mean I'm now contemplating a trip to Namibia at some point to go on a safari and visit him after he leaves. MMMM Son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so maybe its not so much the cafe' that rocks, the BWC is awesome and the Faith rocks your world even more, but good coffee always helps and I still give props to Arcaffe' for being host to some good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-699584430259561472?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/699584430259561472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=699584430259561472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/699584430259561472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/699584430259561472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s cold'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-7655212684760676072</id><published>2007-11-21T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:04:01.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UN panel voices deep concern at rights violations in Iran</title><content type='html'>UN panel voices deep concern at rights violations in Iran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNITED NATIONS (AFP) — A General Assembly committee on Tuesday passed a resolution expressing "deep concern" at the "ongoing systematic violations" of human rights and fundamental freedoms in Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vote in the assembly's human rights committee was 72 in favor, 50 against with 55 abstentions. It came after an Iranian motion for no action on the resolution was narrowly defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non-binding resolution expressed "very serious concern" at confirmed instances of "torture and cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment, including flogging and amputations."&lt;br /&gt;Sponsored mainly by Canada, European countries, the United States, Australia, New Zealand, Israel and Palau, it also denounced stoning and "increased discrimination and other human rights violations against persons belonging to religious, ethnic, linguistic and other minorities" in Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text particularly mentioned attacks on the Baha'i community in the state-sponsored media as well as "increased evidence of efforts by the state to identify and monitor Baha'is and prevention of the Baha'i faith from attending university and from sustaining themselves economically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It called on Tehran to respect fully its human rights obligations, eliminate in law and in practice amputations and flogging and other forms of torture, and other acts designated as cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resolution also urged Iran to "abolish, in law and in practice, public executions and other executions carried out in the absence of respect for internationally recognized standards."&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of the vote, Iran's UN Ambassador Mohammad Khazaee told the panel that "it was unfortunate that manipulation and abuse of United Nations human rights mechanisms have become a prevalent tradition and exercise of certain states in advancing their political purposes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He particularly took a swipe at Canada, the main sponsor of the resolution, accusing it of arrogating "to itself a leading global role on human rights advocacy, while certain parts of its own population especially minorities, immigrants, foreigners and indigenous people suffer from human rights violations under its watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Bani Dugal, a spokesman for the Baha'i International Community to the United Nations, hailed the vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are pleased that the General Assembly did not shy away from its responsibility to protect human rights and fundamental freedoms, as identified in the UN Charter," he said.&lt;br /&gt;The resolution is virtually assured of being endorsed by the entire 192-member General Assembly next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the original story here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5hKTl0AtS69k7kHKOT2t0Z8umoc7g"&gt;http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5hKTl0AtS69k7kHKOT2t0Z8umoc7g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-7655212684760676072?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7655212684760676072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=7655212684760676072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/7655212684760676072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/7655212684760676072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/11/un-panel-voices-deep-concern-at-rights.html' title='UN panel voices deep concern at rights violations in Iran'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-245482044349659383</id><published>2007-11-21T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T05:34:36.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Iran to Utah, the passion for study burns - News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.www.dailyutahchronicle.com/media/storage/paper244/news/2007/11/21/News/From-Iran.To.Utah.The.Passion.For.Study.Burns-3113175.shtml"&gt;From Iran to Utah, the passion for study burns - News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-245482044349659383?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://media.www.dailyutahchronicle.com/media/storage/paper244/news/2007/11/21/News/From-Iran.To.Utah.The.Passion.For.Study.Burns-3113175.shtml' title='From Iran to Utah, the passion for study burns - News'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/245482044349659383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=245482044349659383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/245482044349659383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/245482044349659383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-iran-to-utah-passion-for-study.html' title='From Iran to Utah, the passion for study burns - News'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-9095724257256341973</id><published>2007-11-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T13:31:01.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it rains...</title><content type='html'>It rained today. It not only rained, but it actually poured at a couple points. Rain has been somewhat scarce in Haifa for months now. Not as bad as where I come from though, &lt;a href="http://environmentalresearchweb.org/cws/article/opinion/31742"&gt;where fire seems to be more the norm.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first rain of the season is really something to appreciate out here... walk outside, take a deep breath, ahh fresh air. Everythings more colorful, contrasts appear more clear, Akka' off in the distance looks white and pearly against the deep navy blue waves of the Mediterranean. In the evening the ships dance about in the black sky and walking down the arc I look to my left and see the Shrine; gold, sparkling, and majestic... a true queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, what a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-9095724257256341973?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/9095724257256341973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=9095724257256341973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/9095724257256341973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/9095724257256341973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-it-rains.html' title='And so it rains...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-1333668193426315211</id><published>2007-10-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:15:18.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was mentioning to a friend the other day that there are three ways to view any experience in our lives. There is the anticipation of a moment, the experience of a moment, and one’s reflection of a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times we think that how we felt in the past about something is how we should be feeling about something; often the feelings of anticipation or reflection for a moment can be more intense than our feelings of that moment while we’re even experiencing it. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation is a powerful mover of emotion. We are often disappointed when something we had been hoping for days or weeks doesn’t materialize or when we actually taste/touch/experience the thing we’ve been pining after for so long we realize that its just not as good as I remember it… maybe there was &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; we experienced it with, or &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; we experienced it that was just special, or maybe we’ve just changed and who we &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; is no longer who we &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;and because of that what it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;, is no longer what we thought it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection is equally powerful. Call yourself to account each day right? But why? It may have something to do with the notion that it simply takes time to process something and place it into the proper perspective. It takes being away from something or someone to bring forth what that place or persons true value is. It also takes time to view your actions in a way where your thoughts aren't clouded by emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this all up for a couple reasons… among the most important being because the anticipation that we wrap around experiences keeps us from enjoying them, and in turn just being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to not beat ourselves up when someone/something doesn’t meet our expectations. We have to not be upset if what we think we should be experiencing in a moment doesn’t materialize, or what we even hope to find in an individual or a place doesn’t become what we had hoped. We can maybe see a wisdom in things, but if we don’t that’s ok too, that’s where the spirit of faith comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our happiness must not be based upon satisfying a need or desire in this world, it has to come from within and transcend pleasure or satisfying desire in this world. There is something deeper at play, a power, a love, a connection to a loving creator that loves us; love brings contentment, and contentment…brings happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-1333668193426315211?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1333668193426315211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=1333668193426315211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/1333668193426315211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/1333668193426315211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts..'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-3181833988774223974</id><published>2007-05-08T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:25:13.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fire of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22658121@N00/133156454/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/133156454_8f46ddfba8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/22658121@N00/133156454/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gladden the bosom wherein the fire of Thy love doth smolder, and set it aglow with the flame of Thy celestial love and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;-Abdul-Baha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-3181833988774223974?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3181833988774223974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3181833988774223974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/05/fire-of-love.html' title='The fire of love...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/133156454_8f46ddfba8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-354654564272474494</id><published>2007-05-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:22:33.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been six months!</title><content type='html'>To anyone who happens upon my blog still, welcome back! Over a fifth of my service has already passed. I havn't felt compelled to write much about my experience publicy. Why? Frankly because so much of what I've experienced here is deeply personal and spiritual. It is difficult to explain such things, no less in a public forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first six months, I felt at times immense joy and gratitude, at other times I have missed my family, my friends, and the familiarity and convenience of life in the States. Little things like getting from point A to point B quickly and efficiently, having laundry machines in your flat, or even having a car to get around in can eat away at you. The joy I experience comes from the Shrines and the incredible friends and co-workers I get to be around every day. I TRULY feel humbled here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I can say that these last 2 weeks were great fun. Mom stopped in from the States and we took a trip to Turkey to visit Istanbul and Edirne. Mona M. and her parents came along as well and it was a wonderful trip that fulfilled a wish of my mothers for many years, to visit the home of Baha'u'llah in Edirne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home was uniquely special. I haven't felt the same since going there. In fact when I was there I lost all track of time and mom had to come tap me on the shoulder to leave. I've come back to Haifa refocused. The experience helped me clear out a lot of the extraneous stuff and put some things in perspective about my service and with life in general. Among them is making time for myself, being healthy, and making more time for personal deepening and reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently going through the Revelation of Baha'u'llah and I came across one particular quote on the "Veil of Ego":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are passages in the Mathnavi in which Bahá'u'lláh exhorts man to burn away every &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;veil&lt;/span&gt; that comes between him and God. Then and only then can he behold the beauty and grandeur of his Lord. One of these veils is the &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt;. Bahá'u'lláh calls on the individual to kindle a fire within his soul and burn away every trace of self so that the concept and the very word 'I' may totally disappear from his being. Indeed this is one of the most profound teachings of Bahá'u'lláh. When a person tries to exalt himself, to celebrate his own name and aspires to become famous he is, in fact, going right against the plan of creation. Such an individual hinders the flow of the bounties of God to himself. Although outwardly he may be considered a great success, in reality he has failed to fulfil the purpose for which he was created. When a man attains to real greatness, he then recognizes his helplessness, unworthiness and impotence. And when he becomes truly learned he genuinely discovers that he is ignorant. It is then that he can manifest the attributes of God within himself and impart them to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find among the meditations of Aziz'u'llah Misbah the following utterances which truly exemplify his own life of detachment and self-effacement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To relinquish one's love for oneself and to destroy every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trace of self, is a proof that one has comprehended the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meaning of existence and the purpose of life.(19) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The difference between true knowledge and formal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learning is that the former creates lowliness and humility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;within the soul; the latter drives insatiably towards the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;search for glory and exaltation.(20) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable among those who had attained the station of true knowledge was Mirza Abu'l-Fadl, the great Bahá'í scholar and one of the Apostles of Bahá'u'lláh.[1] He is renowned for his vast knowledge, not only within the Bahá'í community but throughout the East. He was an acknowledged authority on many subjects including history and divine philosophy and was an outstanding master of Arabic and Persian literature. Once in academic circles in Egypt he was referred to as 'God of the pen, a pillar of history and the corner-stone of knowledge and virtue.'&lt;br /&gt;[1 More information about him will be contained in vol. III of this series.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Habib Mu'ayyad, who knew him personally, has written a great deal in his memoirs concerning the greatness of this man. Here is one passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once people asked him [Mirza Abu'l-Fadl] how he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acquired this vast erudition and how he had become the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recipient of this God-given knowledge. He became so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;displeased with his questioners that he angrily remarked 'Who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is Abu'l-Fad'l!+[1] What is Abu'l-Fadl! I am only a drop from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the vast ocean of Bahá'u'lláh's school. If you also enter the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same school, you will become the master of Abu'l-Fadl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't believe me go to Gulpaygan,[2] see my relatives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and then you will understand.'(21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1 His name meant 'the father of learning'. (A.T.)]&lt;br /&gt;[2 The birthplace of Mirza Abu'l-Fadl where his relatives lived. ( A.T.)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following story gives us a glimpse of his greatness. In the early years of this century, 'Abdu'l-Bahá sent Mirza Abu'l-Fadl to the United States of America to teach and help the believers deepen in the Faith. After his return, he and a number of American pilgrims were seated in the presence of 'Abdu'l-Bahá in 'Akká. The pilgrims began to praise Mirza Abu'l-Fadl for the help he had given them, saying that he had taught many souls, defended the Cause most ably against its adversaries, and had helped to build a strong and dedicated Bahá'í community in America. As they continued to pour lavish praise upon him, Mirza Abu'l-Fadl became increasingly depressed and dejected, until he burst into tears and wept loudly. The believers were surprised and could not understand this, even thinking that they had not praised him enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 'Abdu'l-Bahá explained that by praising him they had bitterly hurt him, for he considered himself as utter nothingness in the Cause and believed with absolute sincerity that he was not worthy of any mention or praise.[1]&lt;br /&gt;[1 This account by Harlan F. Ober was given to the writer by the Hand of the Cause of God Mr. John Robarts.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirza Abu'l-Fadl has truly set an example for Bahá'ís to follow, in that throughout his Bahá'í life he never used the word 'I' to ascribe merit to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (Adib Taherzadeh, The Revelation of Baha'u'llah v 2, p. 43)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Having thought about the example of Mirza Abul Fazl, I feel like it purified my concept of service. What do you think, how does reading this excerpt make you feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-354654564272474494?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/354654564272474494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=354654564272474494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/354654564272474494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/354654564272474494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-six-months.html' title='Its been six months!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-3046018025752749606</id><published>2006-12-17T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:53:43.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't have much to say...</title><content type='html'>But I do have a great deal to show... stop by my flickr pages to see me try hand at photography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bassibaba/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/bassibaba/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-3046018025752749606?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3046018025752749606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=3046018025752749606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3046018025752749606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3046018025752749606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-have-much-to-say.html' title='Don&apos;t have much to say...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-1377126989654067210</id><published>2006-12-12T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T05:09:43.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settled in...</title><content type='html'>Its raining outside right now... a rare occasion since I've been here in Haifa. Things are going well. I'm learning a lot about myself... praying a lot, definitely learning even more. I heard the last living Hand of the Cause of God tonight give a talk tonight. Afterwards... I felt inspired...so I went back to work. Perspective is everything. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-1377126989654067210?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1377126989654067210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=1377126989654067210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/1377126989654067210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/1377126989654067210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/12/settled-in.html' title='Settled in...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-8734099411394841593</id><published>2006-11-30T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:25:21.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm online!</title><content type='html'>After weeks of waiting to get DSL installed, I am finally happy to say that I am up and running in my flat with the Internet. I am  not quite to the point of being on wirelessly, but I do have a 2 foot long LAN cable connected to my DSL modem, that for the time being allows me to be online as long as I maintain a 2 foot radius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in the Holy Lan now for approximately 5 weeks. I have learned my way around (most of) Haifa city. I have a routine that involves me waking up at about 6:30 each morning and heading to work with my flatmate to arrive by 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Correction: We are on time, 98% of the time. Now this one fact should be stunning to most of my friends because they know that my virtue of punctuality has been sorely lacking and the mere thought of me waking up before 9am was a miracle over the last year. But yes dear friends, truth be told, miracles do happen in the holy land... I am walking proof of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add that my flatmate is now one of the rare young people here who is blessed with having a car, he purchased it about 2 weeks ago. Since then our rides to work in the morning bypass the usual 100 stair climb and 4 block hike up Golom street towards the Arc. Oh well, looks like I'm going to have to find another workout routine while I'm out here... any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, service, worship... is great. I'm doing a lot, learning a lot about how things work at the BWC and gaining perspectives into how differently things are done, especially where I work. Having come from the ELNK world where things were very much based on time to market, here the objectives are different, the mode of operation is different, and the inspiration for work is different. I have learned that while I draw on my past job experiences, many times I fall short if I approach a task or a solution to a problem with my old work mindset. Patience is key, the quality of what is produced must be absolutely perfect, so there is no room to sacrifice quality at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss firesides at the Nelsons, I miss Starbucks on Wednesday nights after Fireside, I miss teaching, I miss Assembly meeting, I miss...&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things. There are however extraordinary people here who have made me feel at home and had me over for many a dinner and we have laughed and enjoyed ourselves a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shrines are here, and while the experience of visiting them as a staffperson versus Pilgrimage is much different, the love affair that we build with these sacred spots sustains, guides us and nurtures us. There is truly something very special about this place. This mountain is sacred ground and I found a quote from a letter that Abdul'Baha wrote to his sister, the Greatest holy leaf, that sums it all up quite nicely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thou didst go away to Haifa, supposedly for only three or four days. Now it becometh apparent that the spiritual power of the Shrine hath brought thee joy and radiance, and even as a magnet is holding thee fast. Thou surely wouldst remember us as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly the spiritual quality of the holy place, its fresh skies and delicate air, its crystal waters and sweet plains and charming seascape, and the holy breathings from the Kingdom all do mingle in that Sacred Fold. Thou are right to linger there..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-8734099411394841593?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8734099411394841593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=8734099411394841593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/8734099411394841593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/8734099411394841593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-online.html' title='I&apos;m online!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-3210815776552589605</id><published>2006-11-14T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:32:24.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Food Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3570/2790/1600/164407470_25226bf96d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3570/2790/320/164407470_25226bf96d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haifa is filled with a host of different surprises. A couple blocks off of Abbas street, so named after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Abdul'Baha&lt;/span&gt; (Abbas Effendi) for his many acts of devoted service to the city in his lifetime we made our way down to the "Wadi" part of the city. This portion of the city is known for its hot deals and good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn down what appears to be alley in the Wadi takes you down into a bazaar type area with people selling everything from olives to ribs to who knows what. In here we were taken to what many people call the "Best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Falafel&lt;/span&gt; Place in Israel"... the man at the counter was so sure of the product that he sold and his ability to hook you with it that he quickly offered up a complementary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; just for walking in. Having now tried the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt;, I have to say that is was some of the best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; I've ever had anywhere... The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;falafel&lt;/span&gt; is served up in pita bread, where delicious salad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tahina&lt;/span&gt; sauce, hot sauce and other fixings are thrown in. The combination is amazing! All for about $1.50 US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, the good eating continued...I spent my day off hanging out with some friends up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Markaz&lt;/span&gt; portion of the city. I had breakfast at a place called "GREG" not "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;GREG's&lt;/span&gt;", go figure... for about the equivalent of $8 or $9 US I had a savory &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt;, salad, fresh squeezed orange juice, bread, cheese, and a latte. For some of the gang who would ask me to compare it to Le Pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Quotidien&lt;/span&gt;, I can tell you it was just as good... if not better for the price!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-3210815776552589605?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3210815776552589605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=3210815776552589605' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3210815776552589605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3210815776552589605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/11/food-food-food.html' title='Food Food Food!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-3685615701468402570</id><published>2006-11-10T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T04:06:54.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching the Seat of the Universal House of Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bassibaba/290310657/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/112/290310657_c029ade4c3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bassibaba/290310657/"&gt;Approaching the Seat of the Universal House of Justice&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bassibaba/"&gt;Bassi Baba&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been here now just over two weeks in the Holy Land and it has gone by in a complete blur. The World Centre does an impressive job of getting you oriented, spiritualized and prepared to navigate the streets of Haifa and the many policys and procedures of life at the World Centre. It has to be one of the most unique places you can live and work in the world. I've met people from all over (Nepal, France, Germany, Kenya, Brazil, etc..) and after the first few days you take a step back and realize that all of these different people are united by two things... their belief in Baha'u'llah and their desire to come serve Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shrines become a constant source of renewal and refreshment, any time I begin to feel spiritually "outta-whack" its nice to have them close by to go to. The other night the first Pilgrim group of the season, of which Martine was a part, did their farewell. The farewell used to take place IN the Shrine, but now it takes place OUTSIDE and the Pilgrims circummambulate the Shrines. As staff, we had the chance to walk behind them; an old woman circummambulated despite being barely able to walk and being assisted by a friend, and a man who was completing adoring every inch of it rubbing his hand along it like he would an old adored friend. There was a full moon that at one point looked like someone from on high decided to shine a spotlight on the bay, I had never seen anything like it.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-3685615701468402570?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3685615701468402570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=3685615701468402570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3685615701468402570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3685615701468402570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/11/approaching-seat-of-universal-house-of.html' title='Approaching the Seat of the Universal House of Justice'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-8562983157689856370</id><published>2006-10-23T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:56:27.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>I knew not what amazement was&lt;br /&gt;Until I made Thy love my cause.&lt;br /&gt;O how amazing would it be&lt;br /&gt;If I were not amazed by Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baha'u'llah, Gems of Divine Mysteries, p. 67)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-8562983157689856370?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8562983157689856370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=8562983157689856370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/8562983157689856370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/8562983157689856370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-3031765312753512633</id><published>2006-10-21T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:17:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>Wow! A night which I can't hardly describe adequately through words. I have never felt so loved by so many people. Everything was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-3031765312753512633?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3031765312753512633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=3031765312753512633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3031765312753512633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/3031765312753512633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-5959535737179283978</id><published>2006-10-10T01:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:43:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-5959535737179283978?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5959535737179283978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=5959535737179283978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/5959535737179283978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/5959535737179283978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/10/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-116007907760474158</id><published>2006-10-05T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:42:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2006/images/10/05/story.rape.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/cnn/2006/images/10/05/story.rape.gi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of all the reporters on CNN, I am continually impressed by &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/anderson.cooper.360/"&gt;Anderson Cooper&lt;/a&gt;. He has, as of late, been stepping out of the normal day to day stories that we find on the news here in the US. This week he has been doing his broadcasts from Darfur and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. His segment, aptly named "The worlds shame" aims to shed light on the ongoing violence that continues to grip parts of the African continent... violence that the world seems unable or unwilling to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson keeps a blog on his trip and his entry today was graphic, gripping and moving when I read it. His accounts of funding problems and the lack of systematic action in what is obviously a humanitarian crisis, only underscores to me the necessity of the world community to realize what &lt;a href="http://www.bahaullah.com/"&gt;Baha'u'llah&lt;/a&gt; proclaimed years ago... "The well-being of mankind, its peace and security, are unattainable unless and until its unity is firmly established. This unity can never be achieved so long as the counsels which the Pen of the Most High hath revealed are suffered to pass unheeded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/CNN/Programs/anderson.cooper.360/blog/"&gt;360 Blog - Anderson Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 5,2006&lt;br /&gt;There are some things you see, some things you hear that simply are unspeakable. In a hospital in the eastern Congo city of Goma, we met a little girl. She never said a word to us, she could barely look us in the eyes. When she did, her eyes told the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She never says anything to men," one of the hospital counselors explained, and then she told us why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl was raped. Gang-raped. It was allegedly done by soldiers engaged in a complicated regional war that has claimed millions of lives. The war officially ended in 2003, but outbreaks of violence and rape continue. The girl is now five years old. She was raped when she was three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you this was an extraordinary event. I wish I could tell you she was the only child attacked. The hospital was full of rape victims, and the doctor had seen other small children victimized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the rapes are so violent, women often develop fistulas -- ruptures in their vaginas or rectums that make it impossible to control bodily functions. A charity called Heal Africa was running this hospital, and the doctor said he was able to fix about 70-80 percent of the fistula cases, but of course some wounds never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal Africa has opened up a residence for women with fistulas that can't be surgically fixed, at least not here in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. The women can't go home. Often they've been rejected by their husbands because they were raped. The stigma here is strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a woman named Angela. I can't stop thinking about her. She was raped by three men in front of her children. Afterwards they shot her, and she says they burned her baby girl. The girl is four now and has a massive scar all over her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's fistula was fixed, but her arm remains injured from the gunshot. Pscyhologically she's still devastated. To make matters worse, her husband kicked her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He heard I was raped," she said whispering. "And he just said, 'Go on your own, I don't need you anymore. If we lived together, you now might have HIV so you might infect me.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask Angela her HIV status. I didn't think it was any of my business. Perhaps I should have asked, but she didn't volunteer it, and I felt like I'd already asked her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funding for the Heal Africa house comes from a non-governmental organization. They say their funding ends in April. It's not clear what will happen then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing I need is some land so I can build a house," Angela said to me before I left. "I might die and I want my kids to have that castle. I'm hoping for a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't many miracles in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. This is not a fairy tale, some stories don't have happy endings. Here the men who rape with impunity are rarely brought to justice. Women like Angela are expected to simply bear the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to help Heal Africa in the work they are doing, you can log onto their Web site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;It is a vivid picture like this that reminds us that there is an urgency to what we are doing... humanity is suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That all nations should become one in faith and all men as brothers; that the bonds of affection and unity between the sons of men should be strengthened; that diversity of religion should cease, and differences of race be annulled -- what harm is there in this?... Yet so it shall be; these fruitless strifes, these ruinous wars shall pass away, and the 'Most Great Peace' shall come.... Yet do We see your kings and rulers lavishing their treasures more freely on means for the destruction of the human race than on that which would conduce to the happiness of mankind.... These strifes and this bloodshed and discord must cease, and all men be as one kindred and one family.... Let not a man glory in this, that he loves his country; let him rather glory in this, that he loves his kind.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(Baha'u'llah, The Proclamation of Baha'u'llah, p. viii)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-116007907760474158?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/116007907760474158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=116007907760474158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/116007907760474158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/116007907760474158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/10/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115951896511329197</id><published>2006-09-29T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:36:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the girl who physically abused me at dinner last night</title><content type='html'>Feeling &amp; Thinking&lt;br /&gt;By Rumi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one struck Zayd a hard blow from behind. He was about to retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his assailant cried, "Let me ask you a question: first answer it, then strike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struck the nape of your neck, and there was the sound of a slap. Now I ask you in a friendly way- "Was the sound caused by my hand or by your neck, O pride of the noble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayd said, "The pain I am suffering leaves me no time to reflect on this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder it yourself: he who feels the pain cannot think of things like this."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115951896511329197?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115951896511329197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115951896511329197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115951896511329197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115951896511329197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-girl-who-physically-abused-me-at.html' title='For the girl who physically abused me at dinner last night'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115911819146010826</id><published>2006-09-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:16:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer...</title><content type='html'>A visual representation of how I feel right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tux.org/~bagleyd/unicycle_factory/cartoons/yes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.tux.org/~bagleyd/unicycle_factory/cartoons/yes.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dreamer is one who can find his way by moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;and see the dawn&lt;br /&gt;before the rest of the world.&lt;/em&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;(From a birthday card I received)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115911819146010826?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115911819146010826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115911819146010826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115911819146010826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115911819146010826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/answer.html' title='The answer...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115908155791106672</id><published>2006-09-24T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:05:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE</title><content type='html'>Suprise Birthday Parties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicolaszein.com/johnnybday2006/movies/index.htm"&gt;http://www.nicolaszein.com/johnnybday2006/movies/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115908155791106672?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115908155791106672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115908155791106672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115908155791106672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115908155791106672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love.html' title='I LOVE'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115891049793443629</id><published>2006-09-22T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:08:59.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wough, this is serious!</title><content type='html'>First off, I'll just say &lt;strong&gt;I have amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so lets do the rundown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 - LA is covered in smoke, making for an eerily pretty sunset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/92/249396548_9e01717e0e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/249396548_9e01717e0e.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 - The leader of the free world is declared the devil at the UN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_gkulSAmsY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_gkulSAmsY &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 - I don't care... Because I'm listening to some new jazz I picked up yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appalachian Journey - Yo-Yo Ma, Mark O'Connor, Edgar Meyer (AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;'58 Sessions - Miles Davis&lt;br /&gt;Everybody digs - Bill Evans&lt;br /&gt;Blistering Licks - Red Hot Riffs from the Giants of Jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 - Starting the Day off right tomorrow, going to morning prayers and breakfast &lt;/strong&gt;with the gang at Le Pain Quotidien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://units.blogs.com/photos/le_pain_quotidien/rimg0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://units.blogs.com/photos/le_pain_quotidien/rimg0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 - Last but not least, the big "decision" comes on Sunday at 6AM... I can hardly wait!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.. more tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115891049793443629?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115891049793443629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115891049793443629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115891049793443629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115891049793443629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/wough-this-is-serious.html' title='Wough, this is serious!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115874139308894040</id><published>2006-09-20T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:44:24.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight/Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Today (9/19):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Cluster stats are done. Yes! Having a slow week at work. So I went down to Peet's... Am becoming slightly concerned at my caffeine intake... I don't think I've had this much coffee straight for this long ever without my tummy being upset. But so far so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David came by and we read this short story that A.Q. Faizi wrote on Ahmad... This somehow led to me sharing my theory on male/female attraction levels with him. So theres the "she fell in my lap" approach and the "Go get em' kinda guy" approach and the "a friend set us up" approach... all with their own diagrams.  Dave doesn't quite agree nor disagree... I think he said "I see your point boss". We'll see how it holds up over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I stopped by Esther &amp; Bill's, had a serious talk about the Institute process with Bill and did email checking over the phone with Esther while she's in the hospital. She dictates, I write replys to people... Esther says "I never had a secretary before, this is nice!" haha..Looks like she comes home tomorrow!! Yaaaahooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Continued reading Revelation of Baha'u'llah volume 4. Actually backtracked in my reading(and I'm glad I did) to take notes and highlight some things. I think I finished off where Baha'u'llah sees a "Maid of Heaven" called Truthfulness in the Garden of Ridvan. More on that in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At night met up with Romy, checked out his new digs over in Koreatown off Wilshire. Nice place, very roomy, and he has a fire escape he can go chill on if he needs too. He says his place is mineto crash in should I need it ever, SWEET! After touring his place we went down to the grove and later the farmers market, had some great mexican food and people watched all the hollywood types walking by. The Farmers Market is great, I really loved the open air atmosphere and variety of mom and pop places to choose from. Romy and I picked out a great table next to to some japanese tourists, he ended up telling me alot about his law school cases, but not to a point where it was annoyingly so. (Thank God!) We ended up having a long talk on socialization and how myspace and youtube are/or are not affecting it. (You can all tell me) I think we came to the conclusion that we can't really be sure, it seems myspace is to this current generation of 18-19 years, what Instant Messaging was to our generation... how it affects how people socialize in the end will be interesting to watch. There's no doubt it helps some folks reach out, but I personally feel it can also hold people back from socializing with folks in person... because it can just take up so much of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After eating, we went to Barnes&amp;Noble, met the most mechnical starbucks baristas ever... got tea... went down and headed to Southwestern Law School. He gave me a tour of the Wilshire Bullocks Building (http://www.swlaw.edu/campus/campustour), it is an absolutely beautiful art-deco building inside and out. So what did we do at law school? Study? No. Write Case Briefs? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played ping pong and air hockey of course... to which I came close but lost at both. *Shakes fist angrily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. Headed back to Romy's and came home and spent the last hour chatting with a seeker about the Faith and declaring. I would say I was lovingly assertive in the talk... lovingly... assertive.. yeah. The good Lord did not create me with a great deal of patience, but it appears he is intent on having me build some up this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (9/20):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going to take Amelia down to LAX and have lunch at Panera. Gonna stop by the mechanic and see if I can get a bad temp sensor on the audi replaced, continue my reading while said sensor is replaced,  then maybe stop by the LA Center and then catch fireside at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115874139308894040?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115874139308894040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115874139308894040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115874139308894040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115874139308894040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/tonighttomorrow.html' title='Tonight/Tomorrow'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115869987078831719</id><published>2006-09-19T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T14:04:30.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton on the Daily Show</title><content type='html'>This is encouraging... Clinton was on the Daily Show last night talking about his global initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think they like it because we're actually doing something.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end he mentions the contrast between the power he had had as President and the power we have as private citizens to change the world. Seems like he's more able to get things done now, than he was as Prez. Imagine that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHIJ40qjTdQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHIJ40qjTdQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115869987078831719?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115869987078831719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115869987078831719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115869987078831719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115869987078831719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/clinton-on-daily-show.html' title='Clinton on the Daily Show'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115835021608962033</id><published>2006-09-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:07:58.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The monkeys shave the hair off their bodies in denial of their true monkey nature.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you all will harass me less about being a monkey when you watch this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a15KgyXBX24"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a15KgyXBX24" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115835021608962033?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115835021608962033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115835021608962033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115835021608962033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115835021608962033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-we-are.html' title='What we are!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115830443932910325</id><published>2006-09-15T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:13:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you know what the first thing is that hits you when you walk into a hospital ward? The smell... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esthers hospital visit, whether she knows it or not, was an answer to my prayers. When I walked down that long hall at the cardiac ward yesterday I looked around and saw the people, so many people... stuck in that ward. It felt very cold... but I remember walking into Esthers room and it was suddenly like I'd walked under a heat lamp. This must be what people used to feel like when they came into the Masters presence in the darkness of Akka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think about my youth and my health and the responsibilites I have to myself and the world... in some crazy way it helped me let go of the attachment to Haifa... that there was so much to be thankful for and so much to be happy about here and now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115830443932910325?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115830443932910325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115830443932910325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115830443932910325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115830443932910325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/hospital.html' title='The Hospital'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115830369177645367</id><published>2006-09-14T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:08:39.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E&amp;B</title><content type='html'>Lots of prayers have been said the last few days. Yesterday I went in with Amelia to the Hospital to visit with the sorry gnat herself - Esther. Esthers been in the hospital most of this week due to concerns with her "weak heart". The irony of Esther hit me today when Sholeh and I were chatting about her and I realized that Esther, despite having a "weak heart" literally has one of the most loving and powerful hearts of anyone I know. Maybe she compensates spiritually for what she lacks physically I dunno... I do know that I love her and bill all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know... Esther and Bill are like my adopted spiritual parents... They facilitated the Ruhi 1 course back in 2003 or 2004 (I can't remember) that brought me back around into the Faith. I could go on and on about their model marriage, how I look up to them and how Bill brings Esther coffee every morning (now decaf) in bed, how they've pioneered and taken road trips cross country with their late pug puggie to teach the faith,  the list could go on and on... what I love most about them is that they laugh so much in their relationship. Even tonight, Bill and I were talking... saying after Esther gets out of the Hospital... we're gonna go down to TwoHey's and have ourselves a great big Ice Cream Sundae to celebrate with extra nuts on top!! haha To which Bill gave off one of his signature hooting laughs and he thanked me for being on the other side. Man, how cool is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115830369177645367?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115830369177645367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115830369177645367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115830369177645367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115830369177645367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/eb.html' title='E&amp;B'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115804684408040823</id><published>2006-09-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:40:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Confusion</title><content type='html'>Anybody remember this Genesis song from the 80's? Still applies today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've dreamed a thousand dreams&lt;br /&gt;Been haunted by a million screams&lt;br /&gt;But I can hear the marching feet&lt;br /&gt;They're moving into the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now did you read the news today&lt;br /&gt;They say the danger's gone away&lt;br /&gt;But I can see the fire's still alight&lt;br /&gt;There burning into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too many men&lt;br /&gt;Too many people&lt;br /&gt;Making too many problems&lt;br /&gt;And not much love to go round&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;This is a land of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the hands we're given&lt;br /&gt;Use them and let's start trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it a place worth living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Superman where are you now&lt;br /&gt;When everything's gone wrong somehow&lt;br /&gt;The men of steel, the men of power&lt;br /&gt;Are losing control by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the place&lt;br /&gt;So we look for the future&lt;br /&gt;But there's not much love to go round&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, this is a land of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the hands we're given&lt;br /&gt;Use them and let's start trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it a place worth living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember long ago -Ooh when the sun was shining&lt;br /&gt;Yes and the stars were bright&lt;br /&gt;All through the night&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of your laughterAs I held you tight&lt;br /&gt;So long ago -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;My generation will put it right&lt;br /&gt;We're not just making promises&lt;br /&gt;That we know, we'll never keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many men&lt;br /&gt;There's too many people&lt;br /&gt;Making too many problems&lt;br /&gt;And not much love to go round&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see&lt;br /&gt;This is a land of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the hands we're given&lt;br /&gt;Use them and let's start trying&lt;br /&gt;To make it a place worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And these are the names we're given&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and let's start showing&lt;br /&gt;Just where our lives are going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115804684408040823?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115804684408040823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115804684408040823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115804684408040823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115804684408040823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/land-of-confusion.html' title='Land of Confusion'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115778456603043132</id><published>2006-09-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:54:33.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance</title><content type='html'>Gratitude streams forth from hands&lt;br /&gt;Words sprinkled across a page&lt;br /&gt;Love flowing across a bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and I&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Side to side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times close&lt;br /&gt;At times far&lt;br /&gt;But always connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through hands&lt;br /&gt;Outstretched&lt;br /&gt;Beseeching&lt;br /&gt;Needful and Indebted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Master, I bow to you&lt;br /&gt;I dance to the song that you compose&lt;br /&gt;I move to the tempo that you orchestrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do with me what you will&lt;br /&gt;In this dance, I do not lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/1600/4nic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/320/4nic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/1600/4nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115778456603043132?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115778456603043132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115778456603043132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115778456603043132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115778456603043132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/09/dance.html' title='The Dance'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-115269065694040857</id><published>2006-07-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:51:18.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fought the bank... and I won</title><content type='html'>Usually I don't review my credit card statements with a fine toothed comb, but today for some reason I felt compelled to look at my statement a little bit closer and what do I find? A charge at the very end of $10 for the "Payment Protector". "What the heck is payment protector?" I wonder to myself. I do a little checking of my last 2 statements and find that this "Payment Protector" has been helping him/her self to little chunks of money in my account for the last 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up the phone, intent on calling this "Payment Protector" and finding out when exactly I gave this "Protector" the right to protect me and deduct money from my account whenever he/she felt fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My call with Chase went something like the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call #1...after verifying my mothers maiden name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase: "How can I help you today Mr. Amara.... bossay?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Hi Cheryl, I've been getting charged for something called Payment Protector for the last 3 months. Is this one of those programs Chase always tries to get me enrolled in, but I say no to?"&lt;br /&gt;Chase: "Yes sir, this is one of THOSE programs. Are you dissatisfied with it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm...Well, I don't think my satisfaction is the issue here. It's really about the fact that I never wanted to enroll in the program and was enrolled anyway AND was charged for it. I want out of the program and I want these charges credited back to my account."&lt;br /&gt;Chase: "Oh I see sir. Well since your dissatisfied with the program we can credit you the last month back, but you'll need to speak with one of our Payment Protector specialists about getting the rest of the money back. Let me see if I can get us all on a call here together, can you hold on?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Annoyed because shes obviously not listening to me... "Ok".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes go by... I listen to the same flute tune that I've heard from just about every other credit card customer service line I've called. It seems like its supposed to wisk you away to a never never land of dancing dwarves that make you forget your payment protecting woes. No matter when they put you on hold it always starts at the same point too... like someone has done a study on this and reducing anger levels. After five minutes I've not only exhausted my time with the dancing dwarves in la la land but I'm wondering "Where did Cheryl go?"... Suddenly a ring... "Finally, here we go"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice of a man: "Payment Protector. Can I verify your Name and Address sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pausing... (waiting for Cheryl to hop in and tell the payment protector whats going on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Voice: "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm yes, I was just on the line with Cheryl from Chase and I have these charges on my account from you guys and I don't ever recall agreeing to be in this program. I want to unenroll and have the charges refunded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment Protector: "Sorry to hear that your not satisfied with the program sir, I'll go ahead and cancel your protection, however its a great value if you ever become disabled..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I've heard the sales pitch about 5 times, I'm really not interested".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment Protector:"Ok sir, we can't however refund the charges since you were enrolled in the program."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dumbfounded at what I'm hearing.. "Wait a second, I didn't enroll IN THE PROGRAM."Payment Protector:"We need to open an investigation then, it will take 4-6 weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really annoyed now.."Do it, will I receive a written response as to the results of your investigation?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment Protector:"Right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That was a question"Payment Protector:"Yeah umm.. sure sir you will, anything else I can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nope, thanks bye".&lt;br /&gt;So ends phone call #1. I feel bewildered and annoyed... I do a little research on the Net about the Payment Protector from Chase and find that a number of other people have been hit with these charges without verification...Something seems really fishy, so I call back Chase again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call #2- Same flute music... same timing... does anyone ever tell these guys that even good music can be "played out?!". Anyone remember the Coolio Song "Gangstas Paradise"? I digress.. on to the phone call. Mothers maiden name verified again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I explain to the rep that I don't feel comfortable with the cancellation investigation. I want to place a block on these charges going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rep: Oh thats not needed sir, they won't charge you if you've cancelled.Me: I understand that, but they've obviously erred before, what prevents them from doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rep: "Well sir..."&lt;br /&gt;So continues a 5 minute back and forth between me and the agent about the viability of what I'm suggesting. Suddenly... the agents speech staggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rep: "Sir, can you hold please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "OOOOK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flute Music.... for another 5 minutes... by this time the dancing elves in my vision are all but lost to mechanical payment protecting terminators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rep: "Hello sir, I'm going to connect you with Andrew who's going to assist you further".Before I have a chance to say anything... LOUD and SOUTHERN CHARM armed Andrews on the line, he sounds like we've been best pals for years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Hey Sir, I'm REALLY REALLY sorry for all this... How ya doin, I was talking to my supervisor. Can I confirm your name one last time... I'm REALLY SORRY ABOUT THIS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I give him my freakin' info for the fifth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Hey Sir, I realize whats happened and since its such a small amount I'm gonna meet ya on this and just refund you the full amount for the 3 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bewildered..."Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Yes sir, we want you to be happy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hmm... Ok, can I have your full name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from here was smooth. I got Andrews full name, I was promised a refund in the next billing cycle, Andrew apologized some more... but I hung up the phone wondering what happened that suddenly got me from an argument with the rep to a full refund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me.. somebody looked up my file, looked for an authorization and found none... if the investigation had come back in my favor it would have opened them up to legal action... I prolly could've sued... class action style and made a bunch of money... so they refunded me... but thats just my theory... whats yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-115269065694040857?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/115269065694040857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=115269065694040857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115269065694040857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/115269065694040857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-fought-bank-and-i-won.html' title='I fought the bank... and I won'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114850156051315067</id><published>2006-05-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:12:40.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BWNS: 54 Baha'is arrested in Iran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bahai.org/story.cfm?storyid=450"&gt;BWNS: 54 Baha'is arrested in Iran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Taken all together, this pattern of arbitrary arrests and detentions&lt;br /&gt;amount to the purest form of religious persecution and reflect nothing less than&lt;br /&gt;a calculated effort by the Iranian government to keep the Baha'i community&lt;br /&gt;utterly off balance and in a state of terror," Ms. Dugal said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114850156051315067?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114850156051315067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114850156051315067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114850156051315067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114850156051315067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/05/bwns-54-bahais-arrested-in-iran.html' title='BWNS: 54 Baha&apos;is arrested in Iran'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114824766861869424</id><published>2006-05-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:41:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is a light that never dwelleth in a heart possessed by fear.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; (Baha'u'llah, The Four Valleys, p. 57)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114824766861869424?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114824766861869424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114824766861869424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114824766861869424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114824766861869424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/05/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114759964653294706</id><published>2006-05-14T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:40:46.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gellman: Let�s Replace High-School Valedictorians - Newsweek Society - MSNBC.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/12755802/site/newsweek/"&gt;Gellman: Let�s Replace High-School Valedictorians - Newsweek Society - MSNBC.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;By sticking the kid who never got a B in front of the class at graduation, we make a collective statement that it is grades that we prize most as a culture—and that is one of the reasons our culture is in trouble.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114759964653294706?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114759964653294706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114759964653294706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114759964653294706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114759964653294706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/05/gellman-lets-replace-high-school.html' title='Gellman: Let�s Replace High-School Valedictorians - Newsweek Society - MSNBC.com'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114344896061976232</id><published>2006-03-27T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:42:40.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ze Entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/1600/urban.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/320/urban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote the longest post ever and click on spell check and it erased my entire entry. Oh well... twas not meant to be. Here's a picture I took this weekend with the assistance of Grandmaster Zein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114344896061976232?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114344896061976232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114344896061976232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114344896061976232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114344896061976232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/03/ze-entry.html' title='Ze Entry...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114163494549862155</id><published>2006-03-06T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:49:05.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This woman is heroic!</title><content type='html'>Wow. You have to check out this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2703896?htv=12"&gt;Wafa Sultan Clashes with Muslim Cleric -&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114163494549862155?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114163494549862155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114163494549862155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114163494549862155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114163494549862155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-woman-is-heroic.html' title='This woman is heroic!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114120260160310111</id><published>2006-03-01T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:51:18.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage... where will it take you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/1600/Hukka55-1138649773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/320/Hukka55-1138649773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite articles about the role of courage in leadership... have a read:&lt;p&gt;"Courage Makes Up a Leader" by Marshall Colt, Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denverpost.com/" target="_new"&gt;The Denver Post&lt;/a&gt; -- November 9, 1997&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courage.  Dan Rather chose that word to conclude his newscasts several years ago...until he thought better of it.  The nation balked, not at the word, but at the delivery--which didn't ring true.  For courage is not a word to be spoken with a smile for blithe inspiration.  It is a rare quality, extremely difficult to earn, requiring uncommon strength of character.  Many aspire, few achieve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courage is more than fortitude.  The latter is "hanging in there" when the going gets tough.  When life doesn't go our way, we draw on fortitude to keep going.  Courage, however, is the assertive acting out of a belief or principle.  It is more than staying the course.  It is a bold rudder command to radically change the course of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As business leaders in an oftentimes unjust world, we must not pay simple lip service to courage, but seek to embody it in our everyday challenges.  Frequently a formidable task, with serious risks, it is the risking which gives courage its heroic quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courage is acting with fear, not without it.  It's doing the right thing when your stomach is in knots, when adrenaline is forcing you to act boldly or get the hell out of there.  It is frequently a selfless act, sacrificing the best interest and safety of oneself for a greater good, sometimes paying a hefty price in the process.  Yet, the courageous win far more often than they lose.  While it takes "guts," in essence, courage is really LOVE.  Love of justice, love of principle, love of people... above ourselves.  It's what you'd do if you knew your kids were watching.&lt;br /&gt;People rightly look to their leaders to make correct decisions and actuate them.  That's what leadership entails.  A leader inherently says, "I have enough courage (love) to lead the way."   Leadership calls for not only successful accomplishments, but doing so with the best welfare of all constantly in mind.  It requires courage on behalf of others, even in the day-to-day battles against bureaucracy, injury and injustice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For courage is a continuum.  It runs from the bravest feats of physical daring to the risking of one's career on a point of principle.   Admiral Arleigh Burke said, "A man who doesn't have the courage to stand up for what he believes to be right in his own friendly councils, will not stand up on the battlefield for what he deems to be right...a man will not fight for principles unless he fights for principles in all arenas, friendly as well as unfriendly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courage can be lonely for it often calls for acting contrary to a larger, often more powerful, force.  Will any of us ever forget the sight of that lone Chinese civilian in early June, 1989 who stood, unarmed, in front of a column of government tanks, blocking their advance?  The physical and moral courage of one individual could not be illustrated more graphically.  The image fills us with both fear for his safety and pride in his action.  He is the pictorial personification of courage and we are awed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courageous business leaders fight for justice, the truth and the betterment of all.  They intimately love, and through that love, uphold those values.  They "stand for something," even if it means standing alone.   Inaction, or the failure to take a stand, possibly to preserve one's career, is not characteristic of a true leader; and in the end, those people fail.  True leadership requires the courage to follow through on what you stand for each and every day.  For a life without standing for something is not a life, it's an existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we must ask ourselves at day's end, if push came to shove, did we push back for rightness, for what was just, even at our own expense?   We expect that of our leaders: a job courageously done, standing up, fighting the tough fight when it presents itself.  We must expect no less of ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While an honest (wo)man is the noblest work of God, the courageous live forever.  Reflect on the need for courage in our leaders and in ourselves.  The kids are watching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114120260160310111?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114120260160310111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114120260160310111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114120260160310111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114120260160310111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/03/courage-where-will-it-take-you.html' title='Courage... where will it take you?'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114108122465257409</id><published>2006-02-27T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:00:24.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese Gratings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/1600/dryskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/320/dryskin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114108122465257409?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114108122465257409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114108122465257409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114108122465257409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114108122465257409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheese-gratings.html' title='Cheese Gratings...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114102810783316606</id><published>2006-02-27T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:16:55.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Bassi going? (Or not going)</title><content type='html'>While we're on the topic of LSATs and Law School -I keep getting asked by people, "Where did you apply for Law School?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to a site where you can track my progress  to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; schools I've applied to. Oye! Among other things you can poke fun at me as I get rejections... (BOO Hastings!) and see my  horrid undergrad GPA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lawschoolnumbers.com/display.php?user=johnac97"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My Law School Numbers Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114102810783316606?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114102810783316606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114102810783316606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114102810783316606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114102810783316606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/wheres-bassi-going-or-not-going.html' title='Where&apos;s Bassi going? (Or not going)'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114086229535657062</id><published>2006-02-25T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:11:35.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take it!</title><content type='html'>1 6 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114086229535657062?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114086229535657062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114086229535657062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114086229535657062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114086229535657062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/ill-take-it.html' title='I&apos;ll take it!'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114076996945339327</id><published>2006-02-24T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:34:24.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self worth...</title><content type='html'>I imagine we all want it... I imagine we find it in three things: our relationships, our occupations, and the love we have for ourselves. Relationships are what bring us together and form the very fabric of unity (and equally disunity) in society. So often we find ourselves pressured by our peers to conform, to become agreeable to standards that they set for us. It can be said that those who truly are outstanding, exemplary, and outperform are those who do not always conform... But are those who stand out-- those who aim higher-- those who stand up for their values and beliefs in a world that attacks them "like unto the assault of a serpent". Becoming outstanding and exemplary though is not as glamorous as one may think-- it could be argued that there are risks and rewards and in taking these risks one equally sets oneself up for an equal reward. Though rewards aren't always what we typically imagine them to be (big shiny treasure cases full of gold) -- many a time a treasure ie. Integrity will come at the cost of material wealth... Though this is the true test isn't it? To give up that which is lesser for that which is greater.&lt;br /&gt;It is so very ironic that the very world we live in is in fact the very world we ought not become attached to, the very world we should try to see through, and overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it an awakening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it salvation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it "true life".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114076996945339327?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114076996945339327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114076996945339327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114076996945339327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114076996945339327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/self-worth.html' title='Self worth...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114076916852607629</id><published>2006-02-24T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:22:07.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work more... accomplish less??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060223/od_nm/life_work_dc;_ylt=Auet8f1lxcQWC1cz9iCzL8as0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA3NW1oMDRpBHNlYwM3NTc-"&gt;Americans work more, seem to accomplish less - Yahoo! News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why I sometimes felt like we were never getting anything done at EarthLink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114076916852607629?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114076916852607629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114076916852607629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114076916852607629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114076916852607629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/work-more-accomplish-less.html' title='Work more... accomplish less??'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114074347174339385</id><published>2006-02-23T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:11:11.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh... this doesn't look good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060223/ap_on_re_mi_ea/iraq;_ylt=Ajw8voknMywytrMKDVL_rUas0NUE;_ylu=X3oDMTA2Z2szazkxBHNlYwN0bQ--"&gt;Iraq Implements Curfew to Stem Violence - Yahoo! News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months people in the government have been afraid that Sunni-Shi'ah tensions would boil over. Well this week looks like it may be the tipping point: A shiah holy site was bombed, which in turn has led to sunnis being killed, more mosque burnings, and now there is a very real threat of Iraqi of civil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruh-Roh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This is the first time that I have heard politicians say they are worried about&lt;br /&gt;the outbreak of civil war," Kurdish elder statesman Mahmoud Othman told The&lt;br /&gt;Associated Press.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114074347174339385?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114074347174339385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114074347174339385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114074347174339385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114074347174339385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/uh-oh-this-doesnt-look-good.html' title='Uh oh... this doesn&apos;t look good...'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114068587941876319</id><published>2006-02-23T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:11:19.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/1600/Lake%20Arrowhead%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/2331/320/Lake%20Arrowhead%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Anna Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of her special day, here is a picture of Anna. Now lets... fill in the caption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114068587941876319?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114068587941876319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114068587941876319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114068587941876319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114068587941876319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114065135922792938</id><published>2006-02-22T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:35:59.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11318353/"&gt;Girl's Science Project May Make You Rethink That Drink Order - News - MSNBC.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I thought there might be a little bacteria in the ice, but I never expected it to be this much," she said. "And I never thought the toilet water would be cleaner." &lt;em&gt;12 year old - Jasmine Roberts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114065135922792938?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114065135922792938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114065135922792938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114065135922792938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114065135922792938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/ice-anyone.html' title='Ice anyone?'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22859250.post-114064588064634651</id><published>2006-02-22T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:58:21.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pazookie block party</title><content type='html'>WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Last night I caught a screening of the new Dave Chapelle Movie - Block Party. Damn, what fun. I walked into the movie with a splitting headache and walked out after a 2 hours of laughs- like only Chapelle can do up and great music like only the likes of Kanye West, Ms. Erykah Badu, Lauren Hill (reunited with the Fugees), and Mos Def can play up... People, pick up the soundtrack for this thing when it comes out. You will NOT be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Five thousand black people chillin in the rain... fifteen white people peppered in between... looking for.... a mexican. -- Chapelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Afterwards we headed to BJ's for  a delectable feast of pizza, good conversation, whannuping, and a birthday pazookie for me (thanks Faz). It was such a good time infact that an email thread has developed for everyone to say how much they enjoyed themselves... Seriously look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;Aren't we all the lucky ones to hang out with one another? I Had a great  time!!! &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Gotta&lt;/span&gt; do this more &gt;often! =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&gt;David Ma "&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;-Ma"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &gt; Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 14:41:56 -0800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: John&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; DITTO ON THAT! Your all an awesome gang... except for  the congo boy. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; heeheee&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;- Show quoted text -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&gt; On 2/22/06, Faizal Atcha wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Hi Rahel,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yea, it\'s always great to have mixed company when hanging out. We should be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the lucky ones to have you with us.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; C-ya,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Faz&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; From: &lt;a&gt;nicolaszein@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; To: &lt;a&gt;triple_ataheri@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a&gt;madc@corp.earthlink.net&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a&gt;johnac97@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a&gt;faizalisthebomb@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a&gt;rahelzb@earthlink.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Subject: and a lucky bunch of guys as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 12:43:45 -0800&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; hey hey darling,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; it is always great to have a girl accomplice, it is never the same just&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; so trust us when we say we love your presence as well.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; ciao ciao my dear on behalf of all of us&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Nicolas Zein&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;a&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="ea"&gt;&lt;span id="e_10993f41f3e86401_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="q" id="q_10993f41f3e86401_6"&gt;&gt; On 2/22/06, Faizal  wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Hi  Rahel,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yea, it's always great to  have mixed company when hanging out. We should be&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; the lucky ones to  have you with us.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  C-ya,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Faz&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  ______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; From: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Nicolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:rahelzb@earthlink.net" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Subject: and a lucky  bunch of guys as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 12:43:45  -0800&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; hey hey darling,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; it is always great to have a girl accomplice, it is never  the same just&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; so trust us when we say we love your presence as  well.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; ciao ciao my dear on behalf of all of  us&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  ______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; Nicolas&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:nicolaszein@hotmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;  Nothing Save That Which Profiteth Them Can Befall My Loved Ones.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Baha'u'llah&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; ----- Original Message  -----&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; From: "Rahel "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; To: "Adam " ;  "Nicolas "&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; ; "David" ; "John&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; " ;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2006 12:35  PM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Subject: One lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; Hey guys-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; I  just wanted to say I feel like one lucky girl getting to hang out  with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; such a fantastic group of guys!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; I hope all of you have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; All the best,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt;&gt; Rahel&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; ______________________________&lt;wbr&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bassi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22859250-114064588064634651?l=bassibaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/feeds/114064588064634651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22859250&amp;postID=114064588064634651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114064588064634651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22859250/posts/default/114064588064634651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bassibaba.blogspot.com/2006/02/pazookie-block-party.html' title='A Pazookie block party'/><author><name>Bassi Baba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05987851509327040221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xfzq1OO4TwE/R2rQt4ksY1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/_0wzLd3VhXI/S220/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
