The ball of mercury is rising inside the small plastic needle on the wall because it's still not summer here. The weater is still Spring to Iranians and they continue to go to school and work, studying for their final exams and readying themselves for a summer of Futbal, bastani yakhi, and mehmoondari. I heard about this new Lebass-e-Melli or National Dress code that some people in the Majlis were trying to debate and now I hear it's been taken very seriously by those in the Majlis, and they've come up with all kinds of pretty little patterns from different ethnic/cultural backgrounds of Iran which they've thrown together to create somekind of modern-day tourist attraction. Some young people (mostly those who are living off of their parents, enjoying their summers) think that it will unite the youth of Iran because it is a dress code full of color and floral patterns and that will attract even the most hard edged fashionistas in Tehran streets. Of course, that's a bit absurd, they can ban the imports of clothing from foreign countries but that will not stop anyone who wants to wear Pink Floyd shirts from finding, buying, and wearing them. For some, this ethnically twisted dress code may seem a matter of pride and will side with it's story of nationalism and ethnic/Iranian fashion but it doesn't plug the problem of why these young kids want to wear the shirts and pants of the "West". They definitely see something in those clothes that they don't find attractive in the ethnic dresses of the Ghasghaei...
One of the Afghanis working on the factory for ------ was watching the show where Emil (the Turk) was singing in his 70s and ------ wondered how this old man is looking younger and younger as he gets older and older and yet ------ was very young when Emil was much older and singing in Turkieh. The Afghani said, in the simplest of ways, that if he had that much money and did not have to worry about feeding his young wife and many children he too would start looking like a God.