Sometimes you just have to take peoples' word for it. Check out the photoessays I did a while back using the pretty amazing pics he took there with his shitty old camera in the sixties. The Lovely R remastered them and they're worth a look. Part one here. Part two here.
Anyway. We bought a fuck tonne of fresh hazelnuts from a local seller online; they are huge and delicious. It's quite strange to eat non-rancid nuts and the experience always reminds just how gross most of the shit from the supermarket really is. In other riveting food-related news, we've also discovered some fucking awesome Iranian boxed dates from an Indian grocer which are $12 a kilo as opposed to around $40 for medjools, which has always annoyed the shit out of me.
I shouldn't really be taking the piss out of Iranian date exporters because we love their work, I can't speak any Farsi at all and quite frankly Persians have suffered enough bullshit to last twenty average lifetimes. Everyone thinks they're Arabs, for a start, which is like calling a New Zealander Australian; I recommend the quite cool Guardian piece on contemporary Iran- Sanctions, Western Misunderstandings and Religion: 100 Iranians Share their Views. Life under a retarded theocracy sucks arse, in case you were wondering, but some hope still springs. Western culture owes so much to Persia's vast intellectual heritage that Iran's pariah status is a tragedy for everyone.
Fucking organised religion, man.
Do you ever urge other people to do quite radical things to themselves out of boredom and/or totally idle curiosity? Intoxicating, isn't it? I goaded the Lovely R into shaving off his beard and moustache for the first time in about ten years at 1.30 am the other night, and after a few days of staring hard and letting my eyes go out of focus and poking the result, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. He's less of a man but not more of a woman. I think I want the beard back.
Please put down the weapon. You have twenty seconds to comply.