on the streets of Iran

I wept, reading Robert Fisk's account of the streets in Tehran. It reminds me of old school journalism, and a world less jaded. It reminds me too of late 2001, when I read the news and looked at people around me and knew this was one of those things that meant nothing would really be simple.

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/middle-east/the-day-of-destiny-1706010.html

Several videos have emerged showing the Basij forces firing into the air and into the crowd around their headquarters. (And let's be clear, they were shooting long before the building was set on fire.))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lhvm8Tj3UnY

The second video is especially horrifying, for the shaky running of the person behind the camera and the blood on the concrete. It shows a young man shot in the stomach.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lhvm8Tj3UnY

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Dinner was so disappointing. We ate at the restaurant in the Domain, primarily because Mike could have both pad thai and creme brulee there. His pad thai was reasonable. I had sushi and it might have been okay except that it was most definitely not sushi rice. It was Uncle Ben's style white rice. It was a little awful. Ice cream at Amy's made up for it a little.