15 Aug 2012 | Please Comment
Words

Words can give us a smile or ruin our day. They can change the course of one’s life and alter the future of a nation. Words can start wars and end wars. They can kill people and heal people. Words give us hope and take it away. They preserve thought and show lack of thought. Words make us laugh and they also make us cry. The most powerful force we can control are our words.

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15 Jul 2012 | 2 Comments
Armenian On Internet: Unite or Die

Type into Google this text to search “wzter”. Google politely says “Showing results for water”. Google was smart enough to know (and learns constantly) that I had mistyped the word and it even found the appropriate substitute. What if I wanted to find everything about water in Armenian. Should I search for “jur” or “chur” or “choor” or “joor” or how about “ջուր”? What if I am an Armenian in Russia? Should I search for “djur” or “джур”? And this was an easy word…

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22 Jan 2012 | 3 Comments
Humbling Experiences

Last Sunday was a խաշ event at a friend’s house. This meal is not an ordinary meal but the one at his house was even more special. It was his son’s birthday but that’s not the only reason it was special. My high school friend graduated from MIT and left the Boston area for many years before coming back here a couple of years ago. The meal was also special…

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2 Dec 2011 | One Comment
Confusion or Normal

I just noticed that it has been over a year since my last post. The past year has certainly not been uneventful. Quite the opposite… Family is doing well; work is going fine; life is beautiful. On the surface everything is exactly as hoped and wished. I am thankful for that…

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18 Oct 2010 | 3 Comments
His New Bicycle

My son rides his bicycle to school on nice days. He got it as a present from his grandparents. One Friday a few weeks ago he had to leave the bike at school overnight. When we went to get it on Saturday, the bicycle was gone. I stood there thinking who would steal a kid’s bike from an elementary school bike rack… but then…

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3 Oct 2010 | Please Comment
Ես իմ անուշ Հայաստանի

Ես իմ անուշ Հայաստանի արևահամ բարն եմ սիրում,
Մեր հին սազի ողբանվագ, լացակումած լարն եմ սիրում,
Արնանման ծաղիկների ու վարդերի բույրը վառման,
Ու Նայիրյան աղջիկների հեզաճկուն պա՛րն եմ սիրում։