Nose Job and Politics

I have always tried to keep this blog apolitical--apart from my disdain for the far right in any shape, form, or natioanlity -- I consider myself as someone who always shies away from ideaology. But to live in Tehran and to stay non-political at a time like this reminds me too much of Boris, the main character from Woody Allen's Love & Death, who tried to demonstrate the depth of his commitment to pacifism by shooting his bullet into the air after being shot in the left arm by his opponent in a duel. Well, his stray bullet came back and hit him in his right arm. Moral of the story? Be a pacifist, but don't be surprised if you are shot.

This is in short--the long apology for the political content of late to those who couldn't care less about politics and with whome I would find myself under normal circumstances, or rather, normal geo-coordinates. Lonely on North 35, though started humorously, is begining to sound ominously fitting.