...capital, Fars ostan (province), south central Iran, within the Zagros Mountains... Famous for its wine, it is both a historic site and an attractive modern city, with gardens, shrines, and mosques. Shiraz is the birthplace of the Persian poets Sa'di and Hafez, whose garden tombs, both resplendently renovated, lie on the northern outskirts. Despite calamitous floods (1630, 1668), pestilences, famines, and earthquakes (chiefly 1824, 1853), remarkably much of the city survived...
[saturday 20 november 2004 at 22:38:29] [¶]
1. red wine: a red wine made from a variety of black grape grown mainly in Australia and South Africa.
2. black grape used for Shiraz: a black grape variety. Use: to make Shiraz.
[Mid-17th century. After Shiraz, port in Iran]
[monday 2 april 2007 at 00:52:26] [¶]
i was born in Karachi. when i was two, i moved to Bahrain (not alone, obviously), where i learned to keep secrets. when i was four, i moved to Dubai (also not alone, obviously), where i learned you can never have too many best-friends, or too many shawarmas. when i was eighteen, i went to NYU (alone), where i learned geeky (and not-so-geeky) things. i lived in New York City for eight years — again, doing geeky and not-so-geeky things. i worked far too hard and wrote far too little. i quit my job. i left my lovely, “what-a-steal” walkup in the West Village. i moved to Florence, Italy (after pausing for six months in Toronto, Canada on the way). i found a job. i moved to Cortona, Italy (and i loved it). i found another job. i moved to Pisa, Italy. i found another job. i moved to Rome (and i loved it). i quit. i found another job in Rome. i left Rome. i left Italy. i moved to Montréal, Canada. up until then, there'd been one thing in my life that i truly regretted. moving to Canada upped that number to three. after ten miserable months, i decided to move back to Italy.
and so i did.
[friday 13 july 2007 at 18:32:16] [¶]