Iranian author Roxana Shirazi’s first book, The Last Living Slut: Born in Iran, Bred Backstage, is essentially a book that tackles two sensitive issues which so far have mostly eluded the printed word. In her gripping first-person memoir, Shirazi not only delves into vivid accounts of her own past as a notorious groupie, but also [...]
Archive for April, 2010
Book Review: The Last Living Slut by Roxana Shirazi
Posted in Reviews, tagged Reviews on April 30, 2010 | 6 Comments »
4.20.10
Posted in Those Moments in Life, tagged Humor on April 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
7:35 a.m. & 3:50 p.m. – To and From School As we drove down the hill on the way to school, we saw an old lady standing around looking at her surroundings. Usually that would be perfectly normal, but the problem was that she was standing alone in the middle of the road. We grimaced [...]
4.16.10
Posted in Funny, tagged Humor on April 23, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
12:15 p.m. – Lunch When JH and I left the ECOSOC conference room to go to lunch, we saw NW walking down the slope from the gym (which also doubled as the cafeteria) with a full plate of not-so-great food. He had this weird grin on his face, and for some reason I knew that [...]
4.15.10
Posted in Others, tagged Humor on April 15, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
10:05 a.m. – MUN I met someone named Tofu.
4.4.10
Posted in Awkward, tagged Humor on April 7, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
7:05 p.m. – Outside Yogurt Art While my friends and I were eating frozen yogurt outside Yogurt Art, a student was outside the adjacent restaurant playing his violin to pay for his friend’s college tuition. He wasn’t really good and no one was dropping any coins. We got JH to go up to him to [...]
4.1.10
Posted in Weird/Strange, tagged Humor on April 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
12:40 p.m. – The Punished Dog When I came home from school early today, I noticed a sign on my neighbor’s front door. As I walked closer, I saw that the pet dog was lying down outside the house. The sign read something along the lines of this: Please do not feed my dog. He [...]
