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Turkish Village

Sun, 11 May 2008 20:58:49 GMT

I've come across this amazing article today. Pay attention to the date: 1965; to my amusement, it is still valid, true to the letter and quite insightful. I enjoyed it throughly, mostly because - I think - it aligns well with my way of comprehension and my own experiences. I do not, however, think that it is "personal" or "subjective" in its depiction of Turkey, Anatalia and the village life. I find it very comprehensive and accurate. This is a must read for anybody interested in the socio-economic and socio-politic fabric of Turkey; urban and rural.

Cheerios

-Icy

"...

Villagers frequently talk about law, kanun, usually in the course of explaining institutions or behaviour, or in arguments about rights. These references imply a finality; the law is the law and that is that. On the other hand they know that the law is often ignored in the villages, and are not impressed when an opponent uses law as an argument. `Kanun manun yok köyde, there is no law and all that stuff in the village' one of the men of Sakaltutan once remarked.

In fact, of course, the law affects the villages profoundly and in many ways. The main obvious impact is threefold. First, administrative law and regulations, and especially the Village Law, sets out the formal arrangements for village institutions and for relations between village and state. Secondly, the villagers are frequently charged in the criminal courts, mainly for breaches of the peace and acts of violence. Thirdly, rights to land can only be finally decided by the civil courts. As I have shown z] (p. 209) the effect of those parts of the Civil Code that govern marriage and the family have at present almost no bearing on the village.

Turkish Village

..."

Click here to read the entire article by Paul Stirling on the web site of Univercity of Kent at Canterburry, UK.

Gravity ... It's just a theory

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:05:56 GMT

Excellent History

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:40:08 GMT

A very well written article on the History of Turks, Ottomans, Arabs and the region in general.

Although I no longer enjoy discussing the issue with anybody, I still feel obliged to relay articles that are well prepared, thought and researched, as they pop infront of me out of nowhere. This is one such article. It's quite long and meticulously well prepared. I am extracting the "hot topic" issue part, to which I have given a lot of space in this blog with references and bibliographia. As I said, I am disgusted at its current state, the way both sides argue it and the rest of the world act the idiotic herd of sheep. Don't forget: "History belongs to people who write it", and "the victor lives to tell the story". Enjoy. And please, don't buy everything you read, see, hear. Do a research on your own accord, with all this wealth of information, none of us has the luxury to be so poor.

Cheers.

- icy

<quote begin>
Still Standing for Islam - and Against Terrorism
By Mustafa Akyol
FrontPageMagazine.com | Friday, October 08, 2004

Armenian Genocide?

Mr. Bostom speaks about the Armenians, too. But in a different way. He writes about the "Armenian genocide committed by the Ottoman Turks during the initial two decades" of the 20^th century, adding yet another link to his chain of evil.

But that is an argument by assertion. "Armenian genocide" is not an established historical fact, it is the "Armenian thesis" that some prominent historians such as Bernard Lewis find erroneous. The Turkish thesis is that there was not an extermination policy against the Armenian population of Turkey in 1915, as has been alleged, but rather the tragedy was mutual killing in war conditions. The slaughter of tens of thousands of Muslim (Kurdish and Turkish) civilians by the Armenian militias aligned with the invading Russian army gives credence to that assessment.

Justin McCarthy, professor of history at Louisville University, in his book titled Death and Exile: The Ethnic Cleansing of Ottoman Muslims, 1821-1922, documents this view. As historian Daniel Pipes well summarizes, McCarthy's book, "Puts into perspective the deportation of Armenians in 1915 and turns this from an act of hatred into one motivated by fear (had the Armenians, with Russian support, rebelled, Ottoman Muslims could have expected to be slaughtered)."

In his book, Justin McCarthy examines many of those incidents in which Armenian rebels killed local Muslim populations. During the Armenian revolt, which preceded the alleged "Armenian genocide,"

Everything Islamic in Van was destroyed. With the exception of three antique buildings, all the mosques were burned or torn down. The entire Muslim quarter was destroyed. When the Armenian work and the battle between Ottomans and Armenians were finished, Van more resembled an ancient ruin than a city . . .

When the Armenians attacked Muslims' own villages or nearby villages, Muslims fled with whatever moveable property they could carry. On the road, Armenian bands first robbed them, then raped many of the women and killed many of the men. Usually, but not always, a number of women and young children were killed as well.[xv]

In fact, "After the Armenian retreat, much of eastern Anatolia was a graveyard."[xvi]

What is called the "Armenian genocide" was partly the attacks of revenge on the Armenian population by local Turks and Kurds. That was indeed inter-communal violence. On the other hand, the decision by the Ottoman government to deport the Armenians in Eastern Turkey caused many deaths and that is horrible, but it was not a genocidal policy either. According to McCarthy,

The Ottoman response to the Armenian Revolution was approximately the same as that taken by other twentieth-century governments faced with guerrilla war: isolate the guerrillas from local support by removing local supporters.[xvii]

Thus, McCarthy concludes, "The blame for the deaths of Armenians in the convoys must be shared by the Ottomans -- shared with the Armenian revolutionaries and their supporters and with the Russians"[xviii]

</quote end>

Click here to read the entire article (I highly recommend it. As I said, it is not limited to the issue above, nor Turks, neither Islam)

To all... Basic Manners and Rules

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 00:33:50 GMT

Manner rule #1: Cover your mouth when yawning!

It is one of the primary etiquette rules and public manners. I do not want to see deep into your throat, your dirty teeth, your fillings and whatnot. Animals yawn like that, we humans don't!

Manner rule #2: Keep your mouth shut when chewing your food!

Unless you are a peasant this rule does apply to you. Basic table manners require any civilized human to behave, and try to keep the food processing going on inside their mouth private. The person sitting opposite of you is not very interested in seeing the chewed food inside your mouth, or hearing the noises you so joyously produce whilst chewing it. IT IS DISGUSTING AND ANNOYING! Animals, for the lack of lips and basic manners, chew food like that. Actually, most of you do look like animals when you are chewing your food with your mouth open and making a rackett in the sack! When I'm eating with such an individual the inevitable mouth movements accompanied by the slurping noises always reminds me of cows, cats, dogs and various farm animals enjoying their meals. And don't even get me started on the way you chew your gum! Just have a friend capture you on a video camera, then sit down and compare your chewing gum with a cow grazing happily. You do belong with the cow, really!

Manner rule #3: No matter how quiet you do it, you do not fart when you are in the company of others!

I don't know who set you free. But you ought to be locked up in a room with people of your kind; farting and excusing yourself from your nitrous by-products. Go to the bathroom, fart there and use the darn room spray. There's a reason for it!

Manner rule #4: Keep your voice down!

Your private conversation is no longer private if everybody within a half-mile radius can hear it. Whether you are on the phone or on a roll, if you are not on the stage and if I didn't pay to hear you mumble about your love life, keep it to yourself. It's really not that hard. Just talk a little lower and respect other people.

Boy, am I in the wrong part of the universe or what? How did civilization move in the opposite direction?

Here, a search for "books on public manners" on Amazon, done for you. Buy a couple of them and study.

Lucali Retaurant | Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn, NY

Sun, 27 Jan 2008 06:12:15 GMT

I am ASHAMED of myself. I have lived, for four years, three blocks away from this restaurant - ahem sorry, kitchen - and never been in there. I've passed by its door a thousand times, heard about it a gazillion times, alas, never been inside. But hey, it's not my fault. The place opens after 6 pm. It's on "the other way" of my regular path to the subway. And frankly, if I ever walk by it at night, it's probably because I am quite drunk and made a wrong left turn instead of a right one, so I usually fail to notice this place... No signs or anything... Well, they do have a sign, a "street sign which reads HENRY STR." but it's hanging from a pole and it is unsatisfactorily located INSIDE the place. So, you get the picture...

As they say: "better late then never". We've been there tonight, and, well, I've nothing more to add to the reviews. But I can, with a full stomach and a full heart say or, rather shout, that IT IS THE BEST DARN PIZZA I'VE EVER EATEN IN MY LIFE! AND I'VE EATEN PIZZA IN ROMA, VENEZIA AND FRENZE!

Now that we've got that out of our systems, here are the details:

Call them, after 6. They tell you when you MAY come over, and give you a call before that. No reservations!
They are awesome people; warm smiling beautiful and handsome (I'm not kidding)
They tell you "oh, we may have a table in like 45 minutes, but definitely before an hour, would you like that?" and you tell them "sure, I'm waiting for your call. I live 3 blocks from you" and they call you in 5 minutes and say "we have a table for you if you can make it in 3 minutes" and you leave home in 30 seconds and be there in under 2.

The prices are CHEAP! I mean they are what they ought to be. A pizza (they do have one size only, but amazing toppings, fresh toppings) is about $20 and with the toppings it comes to ~$30.

You have to bring your own wine, booze, what-ever - $4 charge (I'm sure somebody wrote these somewhere below - or above. But I am so full of dough and stuff and wine now and wield them as excuses for not reading stuff - and making horrible grammar mistakes)

Anyway. The ambiance is what everybody said it is, just a beautiful kitchen with low lighting and amazing pizza.

We went there 3 people, had a pizza, had a calzone, and I wasn't quite full so I wanted them to cook me something like bread so that I can go on licking the sauce off the bottom of the plate. They not only cooked me bread (pita sort of) but they also gave me another plate full of sauce (the guy just carried it over in a cup and poured it into the plate - must be thinking quite highly of me).

We brought our own wine, well actually, after learning that it is BOYOB we just left my wife at the table and ran back to the liquor shop and bought a bottle and ran back.

The bill was $45.

I am so happy, I can cry. Maybe I may have, not really sure there. Oh wait, I can't cry - I'm dead inside. Oh well.

[Edit | January 27, 2008] I've been there again tonight. I would like to share a feeling that I've experienced - hence the weird edit. This place FEELS LIKE HOME. I don't know why, maybe it's the music, maybe it's the waitresses, maybe it's the entire aura of the atmosphere. It just does. I feel happy inside. I feel happy when they call me back and say "we have a table in a few minutes, start running". Maybe it's the heart warming smile on everybody's faces. I have no clue. It just feels like home in this place. And that pizza; oh mamma mia!

http://www.yelp.com/user_details?userid=BSLFyFIdHVNhOL_yQIJWeQ&fsid=wEaxc3Tzk29otL9b3n5p9g

The phases...

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 22:57:32 GMT

When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend.

When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion.
So I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.

In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional.
Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide.
So I decided I needed a girl with some stability.

When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring.
She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything.
Life became so dull that I decided I needed a girl with some excitement.

When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her.
She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything.
She did mad impetuous things and flirted with everyone she met.
She made me miserable as often as happy.
She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless.
So I decided to find a girl with some ambition.

When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her.
She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.

Now I'm 40 and all I want is a girl with big tits.

Crritic | Waiting for Godot

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 16:34:45 GMT

ESTRAGON:
    (calmer). I lost my head. Forgive me. It won't happen again. Tell me what to do.
VLADIMIR:
    There's nothing to do.
ESTRAGON:
    You go and stand there. (He draws Vladimir to extreme right and places him with his back to the stage.) There, don't move, and watch out. (Vladimir scans horizon, screening his eyes with his hand. Estragon runs and takes up same position extreme left. They turn their heads and look at each other.) Back to back like in the good old days. (They continue to look at each other for a moment, then resume their watch. Long silence.) Do you see anything coming?
VLADIMIR:
    (turning his head). What?
ESTRAGON:
    (louder). Do you see anything coming?
VLADIMIR:
    No.
ESTRAGON:
    Nor I.
    They resume their watch. Silence.
VLADIMIR:
    You must have had a vision.
ESTRAGON:
    (turning his head). What?
VLADIMIR:
    (louder). You must have had a vision.
ESTRAGON:
    No need to shout!
    They resume their watch. Silence.
VLADIMIR and ESTRAGON:
    (turning simultaneously). Do you—
VLADIMIR:
    Oh pardon!
ESTRAGON:
    Carry on.
VLADIMIR:
    No no, after you.
ESTRAGON:
    No no, you first.
VLADIMIR:
    I interrupted you.
ESTRAGON:
    On the contrary.
    They glare at each other angrily.
VLADIMIR:
    Ceremonious ape!
ESTRAGON:
    Punctilious pig!
VLADIMIR:
    Finish your phrase, I tell you!
ESTRAGON:
    Finish your own!
    Silence. They draw closer, halt.
VLADIMIR:
    Moron!
ESTRAGON:
    That's the idea, let's abuse each other.
    They turn, move apart, turn again and face each other.
VLADIMIR:
    Moron!
ESTRAGON:
    Vermin!
VLADIMIR:
    Abortion!
ESTRAGON:
    Morpion!
VLADIMIR:
    Sewer-rat!
ESTRAGON:
    Curate!
VLADIMIR:
    Cretin!
ESTRAGON:
    (with finality). Crritic!
VLADIMIR:
    Oh!
    He wilts, vanquished, and turns away.
ESTRAGON:
    Now let's make it up.
VLADIMIR:
    Gogo!
ESTRAGON:
    Didi!
VLADIMIR:
    Your hand!
ESTRAGON:
    Take it!
VLADIMIR:
    Come to my arms!
ESTRAGON:
    Yours arms?
VLADIMIR:
    My breast!
ESTRAGON:
    Off we go!
    They embrace.
    They separate. Silence.
VLADIMIR:
    How time flies when one has fun!
    Silence.

- From the second act of "Waiting for Godot"; by Samuell Beckett.

Yine, yeniden, ayni sey | Habibim.

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:57:09 GMT

http://www.habibimol.com/

Sevinsem mi uzulsem mi bilemedim, ama sasirmadim.

Bir yandan "guzel" diyorum, sonucta internet bunun icin var. Bir yandan da "fark nerde" diyorum ve uzuluyorum; bu siteyi "adinda, sloganinda islam gectigi icin" kendisine daha yakin bulacak olan, buraya ilan vermekte sakinca gormeyecek olanlar icin. Basit bir goz boyamaciligin, basit bir aldatmacanin verdigi rahatlik ve guven ile "fakli oldugunu" zannederken "aslinda herkesle ayni seyi" yapacak olanlar icin.

Ote yandan yine seviniyorum, bu da bir baslangictir, boyle baslayip asinalik kazanip belki de "ulan ha faiz, ha kar ortakligi arada fark yok ki, aldatmaca ulan bu" diyecek olanlar cikacaktir diye. Ama ote yandan ben yillarca "Al Baraka Turk"un onunden gectim ne oldugunu anlamadan, sonra ogrendim " Katılım Bankası; faizsiz bankacılık kapsamı, bankacılık hizmetleri, bireysel ve kurumsal bankacılık ve gayrimenkul satışları." (Al Baraka = Bereket demek arapcada) Ve Al Baraka Turk hala var, adinda "faizsiz kazanc" yazdigi icin parasini oraya yatiranlar, oradan gelen paranin "helal" olduguna inananlarin sayisi hic de oyle azimsanacak gibi degil.

Tabi bu kadar "dikkatle duzenlenmis, kurgulanmis, renklendirilmis ve kelimelendirilmis" bir sitede hala "bayan iliski ariyor bayanla" seklinde arama yapabiliyor olmak, hatta boyle ilan veren zavallilara rastlamak (kriterlerde erkek ve erkek sec sonra ara) beni eglendiriyor.

Butun dinler ayni seyi yuzyillar boyunca yapip milyarlarca insani oradan oraya burunlarindan suruklerken bir internet sitesinin de ayni seyi yapmaya calisiyor olmasi ne sasirtici, ne komik, ne uzucu, ne de Turkiye'ye has. Aslinda hicbirsey degil. Sadece "yine yeniden ayni sey".

Salak insanoglu.

When will they see this?

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 16:21:22 GMT

Do you know who these three people are? On the left is Simon Peres, the president of Israel; the middle is Abdullah Gul, the president of Turkey; and on the right is Mahmud Abbas, the president (or the leader) of Palestine. The date is November 14, 2007, the location is Ankara (the capitol), Turkey. Can you see what they are doing? Can you see the smile on their faces?

Where is this picture on CNN, Washington Post, the Tribune, the BBC? Where is it? Where is the coverage?

Where are the reporters, experts, amateur strategists, who know so much about Middle East, about Palestine, who are experts on geopolitics and Israel and Arab issues?

Here is BBC, "covering" the issue: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7092234.stm, can you see this picture in the article?

Here's International Herald Tribune's "Middle East" page, see if you can find a mention of this event: http://www.iht.com/pages/africa/index.php

Here is CNN, again nothing: http://www.cnn.com/WORLD/meast/archive/

Well, as the saying goes: "good news does not sell". You will never see a newspaper headline that reads "Today is a beautiful day. Nothing bad happened today. In fact, things might be going well, here's one hope that does matter."

I hate humanity. I hope this planets gets rid of us all. We don't deserve to inhabit it.

It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.

Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

Letter to DHL

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 21:19:33 GMT

I congratulate you DHL. You have given the term "Next day delivery" a totally new meaning. You have succeeded in carrying a small package from Flushing NY to New York City in a WEEK. Actually, it took DHL 5 days to move the package from the Brooklyn station to Manhattan station, how it got there in the first place nobody knows. I am so disappointed in the way this case was handled that I am actually thinking about taking some action, not for myself, but for other people who might have to go through the same ordeal in the future. This was the worst experience of my life, about which I am sure you can find more if you can access the customer service logs and read them.

I sincerely hope that one day, a very important package of yours gets the same treatment from DHL as well.

Kindest regards

I.C. ONUR
Senior IT Specialist
New York, NY

Quote of the day

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 14:35:48 GMT

Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.

All political thinking for years past has been vitiated in the same way. People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

Mankind is not likely to salvage civilization unless he can evolve a system of good and evil which is independent of heaven and hell.

Political language... is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.

War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.

We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.

We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.

What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

George Orwell (1903-1950)

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.

Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890-1969)

Ketenpere

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 22:57:16 GMT

Engin Ardiç, 27 Eylul 2007, Aksam Gazetesi

Bizi takim takim ayirir, “bitisik düzen” yürütürlerdi... Her numarayi bilirdik, en dista bulunan çocuk nasil en büyük adimi atacak da en içerideki çocuk yerinde sayacak, böylece sira “bir kapi gibi” dönecek, falan. Piyade talimatnamesine uygun.

Lakin yil 1958, sinif da ilkokul bir! Acemi er egitim alayi degil, alt tarafi “beden dersi”.

Bacak kadar çocuga spor ayagindan askerlik yaptiriyorlardi. Bursa Isiklar Lisesi degil, Galatasaray Lisesi.

Hepimiz de yavrukurttuk, “figlio della lupa”, Mussolini döneminin fasist çocuklar örgütü... Yavrukurt olmak zorunlu degildi ama olmamak fevkalade ayipti, sikiysa çocugunu yazdirma!... (Mahalle baskisi mi demistiniz?)

Mussolini çocuklara tahta tüfek de verirdi, bizim tüfegimiz yoktu ama tozluklarimiz, düdügümüz ve çakimiz vardi. Düdükle arkadaslarimizi saldiriya kaldiracak, çakiyla da iç ve dis düsmanlarimizi desecektik.

Sonra, büyüyünce, Hitler Almanyasi ve Stalin Rusyasi’nin spor gösterilerine de katildik.

Iç ve dis düsmanlarimiza karsi bilumum milli bayramlarda gösteri yapardik, 23 Nisan, 19 Mayis, 29 Ekim...

6 Ekim’de yapmazdik.

Simdi 6 Ekim’de de yaptiriyorlarmis... Pazar günü Vatan Caddesi’nde provasi da var, gene trafigin içine siçilacak.

6 Ekim, Istanbul’un düsman isgalinden kurtulusunun yildönümüdür. Hemen her kasabanin var da, bizim niçin olmasin?

Fakat bizde “mahalli kiyafetlerini giymis kizlar” falan yoktur. “Temsili milis kuvvetleri” de yoktur. Hiçkimseye, Yunan askeri, Ermeni çetecisi falan gibi Ingiliz askeri, Fransiz askeri oynatilmaz. Hiçbir çocuk, saçlari “patla” agartilip General Harrington kiligina sokulmaz. Türk bayragina bürünmüs kizlari direge zincirleyip firsattan istifade orasini burasini da minciklamiyoruz.

Köylü olmadigimiz için degil, Istanbul’da çarpisma olmadigi için. Tarabya’ya raki içmeye giden Yüzbasi Bennett’in Maslak yolunda vurulmasini, ya da katil Hrisantos’un hamamda sabun köpükleri içinde kursunlanmasini saymazsaniz eger...

Bize Istanbul’un 1918-1923 dönemi hakkinda hiçbir sey ögretilmedi, sonradan, kendimiz arastirdik.

Ögretilmedigi için de, 1920 yilinda General Wrangel ordusunun bozulmasindan sonra Kirim’dan kaçan Beyaz Ruslar’a “bizim” kucak açtigimizi falan sandik ve kendimizi pek misafirperver saydik.

Fakat bir “husus” çok tuhafimiza giderdi...

Izmir’e 9 Eylül 1922 günü girmistik, denize dökülen Yunan ordusu da bes gün sonra, 14 Eylül 1922 günü uzaktan kumandayla yangin çikarmisti ya... Arkadan Mudanya mütarekesi falan...

Istanbul’a da 6 Ekim 1922 günü, “akabinde” girdigimizi sanirdik. Bize o havayi yaratmislardi. Sonra bir baktik, Istanbulun kurtulusu, 6 Ekim 1922 degil, 6 Ekim 1923!

Yani, tam on üç ay sonra!

Istanbul’un isi, “düyuna kalir” gibi, kesin barisa, yani Lausanne hükümlerine birakilmis. Temmuz ayinda yapilan antlasmada üç ay içinde bosaltacagiz dedikleri için de, iki buçuk ay sonra çekmisler gitmisler.

Bize böyle ögretmemislerdi. Istanbul, Çanakkale ve bütün bogazlar bölgelerine Türk askerinin taa 1936 yilina kadar, yani Montreux Antlasmasi’na kadar, yani tam on üç yil boyunca giremedigini ögretmedikleri gibi.

Eee, Istanbul ne zaman kurtuldu abi, 1922 sonunda mi, 1923 sonunda mi, 1936 yilinda mi?

Bir baska yazida da su anli sanli Balkan Pakti’na egilsem diyorum, hani koruruz dedigimiz ama hiçbir Balkan ülkesini Alman saldirisindan koruyamadigimiz antlasmaya...

Fakat o yazinin içinde “türban” ya da “Aydin Dogan” geçmeyecegi için hiçbir Internet sitesinde iktibas edilmez, ben de çok sükür hiçbir takim siralamasina girmem, ne ilk on bir, ne yedekler, ne de PAF ekibine... O yazi davulcu yellenmesi gibi geçip gider, çünkü içinde Malezya da olmaz, selülit de, Hülya Avsar da. Bu yazi da bir fikir yazisi degil. Aslina bakarsaniz ben de yazar degilim. Hadi eyvallah.

http://www.aksam.com.tr/yazar.asp?a=93071,10,2

Först leydi

Wed, 26 Sep 2007 01:50:02 GMT

Engin Ardiç, 26 Eylul 2007, Aksam Gazetesi

Okunusunu yazdim, halka indim. “First Lady” yazsaydim “beyaz Türk” olacaktim, keh keh keh.

Hayrünnisa Hanim’in basinin bagli olmasina gicik kapanlar, bu yazi size...

Emine Hanim’in basinin bagli olmasina da bozuldunuz ama kocasi bes yildir Türkiye’yi yönetti... Yani, Türkiye’nin “seçilmislerin yönetmesine izin verilmis kismini” yönetti.

Bozuldunuz, ama alistiniz. Meclis Baskani’nin esinin de basi bagliydi, yutkundunuz ama bir sey yapamadiniz. Disisleri Bakani’nin esinin de basi bagliydi, ona da ses çikaramadiniz. Kiyamet, ayni hanim “först leydi” olunca koptu.

Çünkü kendinizi “först” ve “leydi” gibi kefere kavramlariyla sartliyorsunuz!

Öyle deyince, insanin aklina Hillary Clinton, Barbara Bush, Nancy Reagan, Betty Ford, Patricia Nixon gibi birtakim “havali” ve de geçkince kadinlar geliyor. Daha yaslilara da Jacqueline Kennedy! Saçlar her daim yapili ve de boyali, ille de tayyör-etek, dirhem yag yok, sifir beden, sapli çanta, kisa topuklu siyah ayakkabi... Hepten rüküslerine de sapka.

Çankaya’da oturacak hanim bu “formata” uymayinca da tatsizlik basliyor...

Cumhurbaskani esleri, resmi protokolda kisaca “hanimefendi” olarak geçerler. Suna hanimefendi deseniz, rahatlayacaksiniz. “First, second, third, fourth” gibi saçmaliklar ortadan kalkacak.

Pardon, hanimefendi gibi ünvan ve lakaplarin kullanilmasi da yasakti, degil mi? O zaman, kisaca Bayan Gül.

Fakat Orgeneral Büyükanit’a da “Yasar Pasa” demeyeceksiniz ha, çünkü devrim yasalarini çignersiniz, giderim vallahi Anitkabir’e, yazarim deftere bir yazi, sizi Atatürk’e sikâyet ederim

Nereden birinci oluyor bu hanim? O birinciyse, benim karim kaçinci siradadir? Anam skalanin neresindedir? Ya ninem?

Hani bizim rahmetli kayinvalideyi birinci yapsaniz agzimi açamazdim da!...

Madem cumhurbaskanini da “devlet memuru” olarak kabul ediyorsunuz... Yillarca milletvekillerinin emekliligine karsi çiktim, mebus kavraminin apayri bir sey oldugunu söyledim, madem aldirmadiniz... Madem Çankaya Köskü’nü de alt tarafi “herhangi bir devlet dairesinin en fiyakalisi ve en iyisi” olarak algiladiniz... O zaman, niçin Hayrünnisa Hanim’i da “devlet memurlarindan bir devlet memurunun refikasi” olarak kabul edip geçmiyorsunuz?

Efendim, hariciye vekili baska, meclis reisi baska, basvekil baska, cumhurreisi baska... Yok canim, niçin baska oluyormus? Cumhurbaskani padisah mi?

Efendim, esinin “temsil” özelligi varmis... Yok canim! Nereden verilmis kendisine bu temsil görevi?

Dikmen sirtlarinda “sevimli yavrusu Erdal’la birlikte” at binen Bayan Mevhibe Inönü, haminnemi temsil mi ediyordu? Reside Bayar’in bizim yasam tarzimizla ve geçim sikintimizla bir ilgisi var miydi? Melahat Gürsel olsun, Atifet Sunay olsun, Emel Korütürk olsun, kim bu hanimlari kendine yakin hissetmis, onu temsil ettigi zahabina kapilmistir?

Hasbelkader dönem dönem cumhurbaskanlarinin esleridir, o kadar.

Evet, Hayrünnisa Gül bizim hanima uzaktir. Bizim hanimin basi açiktir, onunki kapali. Ayri dünyalarin insanlari.

Ama bizim hanim ne Semra Özal’da kendi yansimasini gördü, ne Nazmiye Demirel’e yakinlik duydu, ne de Semra Sezer’e bayildi... Sekine Evren’e gelince... Onu hiç göremedi ki bir fikir edinsin!... Latife Hanim’i da tarih kitaplarinda okudu ve onunla Safiye Sultan ya da Pertevniyal Besime arasinda bir fark gözetmedi, hepsi “tarihi sahsiyetlerdi” bunlarin...

Fakat baskaldirmadi, “kocasi benim cumhurbaskanim olamaz” gibi bir terbiyesizlik de etmedi hiçkimseye. Üzerinde durmadi.

Basin da bu hanimlara umaci gibi davranmaktan, örnegin baska bir hanima, Emine Hanim’a da “aaa, New York’ta The Phantom of The Opera’yi seyretti, bu da bizim gibi agzi burnu, gözü kulagi olan normal bir insanmis yahu” seklinde yaklasmaktan vazgeçsin, terbiyesizligin daniskasidir.

http://www.aksam.com.tr/yazar.asp?a=92954,10,2

Ahmadinejad is noisy, but look behind him to find real power in Iran

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 15:15:38 GMT

Michael Slackman, Tehran
Published: September 23, 2007; International Herald Tribune

"...

Since coming to office two years ago, Ahmadinejad has grabbed headlines around the world and in Iran for outrageous statements that often have no more likelihood of implementation than his soccer plan. He generated controversy in New York last week by asking to visit the site of the destroyed World Trade Towers - a request that was denied - and by agreeing to speak at Columbia University on Monday.

But it is because of his provocative remarks, like denying the Holocaust and calling for Israel to be wiped off the map, that the United States and Europe have never known quite how to handle the firebrand president, say politicians, officials and experts in Iran.

In demonizing Ahmadinejad, they say, the West has served him well, elevating his status at home and across the region at a time when he is increasingly isolated politically because of his go-it-alone style and ineffective economic policies.

Political analysts here are surprised at the degree to which the West focuses on their president, saying the denunciations reflect a general misunderstanding of their system. Unlike in the United States, say, the Iranian president is not the head of state nor the commander in chief. That status is held by Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, the supreme leader, whose role combines civil and religious authority. At the moment, this president's power comes from two sources, they say: the unqualified support of the supreme leader, and the international condemnation he manages to generate when he speaks up.

"The United States pays too much attention to Ahmadinejad," said a political scientist who spoke on the condition of anonymity for fear of reprisal. "He is not that consequential."

...

Rather than focusing so much attention on the president, the West needs to learn that in Iran, what matters is ideology - Islamic revolutionary ideology, according to politicians and political analysts here. Nearly 30 years after the shah fell in a popular rebellion, Iran's supreme leader also holds the title of "Guardian of the Revolution." Ahmadinejad's power stems not from his office per se, but from the refusal of his patron, Khamenei, and some hard-line leaders to move beyond Iran's revolutionary identity, which makes full relations with the West impossible.

There are plenty of conservatives and hard-liners who take a more pragmatic view, wanting to retain "revolutionary values" while integrating Iran with the world, at least economically. But they are not driving the agenda these days, and while that could change it will not be the president who makes the call.

...

"Ahmadinejad is a phenomenon," said Muhammad Ali Abtahi, a vice president under the more moderate administration of the previous president, Muhammad Khatami. "On a religious level he is much more of a hard-liner than the traditional hard-liners. But on a political level he does not have the support of the hard-liners."

Abtahi repeated an often-stated fact about Iran, that while Ahmadinejad is now the focus of the United States and Europe because of his diatribes against the West and Israel, "there are some other political hard-liners much more dangerous than Ahmadinejad."

..."

Click here to read the complete article on IHT.

Socrates Meets Jesus

Sun, 23 Sep 2007 04:47:20 GMT

Amazing sketch.

A definitive guide to "how not to apply logic to religion - believe or do not believe; but do not question." For no faith can stand to logic.

A perfect read.

Two thumbs up.

Must read sketch of the season.

Totally funny.

Britney Spears is god.

No, Eric Clapton is god.

I read that in the subway.

http://www.soksa.com/Socrates.Meets.Jesus.htm

From Carl Jung...

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 16:14:46 GMT

I have always been impressed by the fact that there are a surprising number of individuals who never use their minds if they can avoid it, and an equal number who do use their minds, but in an amazingly stupid way. I was also surprised to find many intelligent and wide-awake people who lived (as far as one could make out) as if they had never learned to use their sense organs: they did not see the things before their eyes, hear the words sounding in their ears, or notice the things they touched and tasted. Some lived without being aware of the state of their own bodies. There are others who seemed to live in the most curious condition of consciousness, as if the stat they had arrived at today were final, with no possibility of change, or as if the world and the psyche were static and would remain so forever. They seemed devoid of all imagination, and they entirely and exclusively depended upon their sense-perception. Chances and possibilities did not exist in their world, and in “today” there was no real “tomorrow:” The future was just the repetition of the past.

Carl G. Jung, Man And His Symbols, Page 48, Originally published: London : Aldus Books, 1964

Quote of the day

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 21:59:57 GMT

Any man who is under 30, and is not a liberal, has no heart; and any man who is over 30, and is not a conservative, has no brains.

- Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)

Institute for Propaganda Analysis

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:09:55 GMT

"Every day we are bombarded with one persuasive communication after another. These appeals persuade not through the give-and-take of argument and debate, but through the manipulation of symbols and of our most basic human emotions. For better or worse, ours is an age of propaganda." (Pratkanis and Aronson, 1991)

Created eight years ago, when the world-wide web was in its infancy, the propaganda site is inspired by the pioneering work of the Institute for Propaganda Analysis (IPA). From 1937 to 1942, the IPA was dedicated to promoting the techniques of propaganda analysis among critically-minded citizens.

http://www.propagandacritic.com/

Socrates' Nightmare - Maryanne Wolf

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 04:09:33 GMT

As parents invest in the latest academic software and teachers consider how to weave the Internet into lesson plans for the new school year, it is a good moment to reflect upon the changing world in which youths are being educated. In a word, it is digital, with computer notebooks displacing spiraled notebooks, and blogs, articles, and e-mails shaping how we read and communicate. Parents, teachers and scholars are beginning to question how our immersion in this increasingly digital world will shape the next generation's relationship to reading, learning and to knowledge itself.

As a cognitive neuroscientist and scholar of reading, I am particularly concerned with the plight of the reading brain as it encounters this technologically rich society. Literacy is so much entwined in our lives that we often fail to realize that the act of reading is a miracle that is evolving under our fingertips.

Over the last 5,000 years, the acquisition of reading transformed the neural circuitry of the brain and the intellectual development of the species. Yet, the reading brain is slowly becoming endangered - the unforeseen consequences of the transition to a digital epoch that is affecting every aspect of our lives, including the intellectual development of each new reader. Three unexpected sources can help us negotiate the historical transition we face as we move from one prevailing mode of communication to another: Socrates, modern cognitive neuroscience and Proust.

Similarly poised between two modes of communication, one oral and one written, Socrates argued against the acquisition of literacy. His arguments are as prescient today as they were futile then.

At the core of Socrates' arguments lay his concerns for the young. He believed that the seeming permanence of the printed word would delude them into thinking they had accessed the heart of knowledge, rather than simply decoded it. To Socrates, only the arduous process of probing, analyzing and ultimately internalizing knowledge would enable the young to develop a lifelong approach to thinking that would lead them ultimately to wisdom, virtue and "friendship with [their] god."

To Socrates, only the examined word and the "examined life" were worth pursuing, and literacy short-circuited both.

How many children today are becoming Socrates' nightmare, decoders of information who have neither the time nor the motivation to think beneath or beyond their googled universes? Will they become so accustomed to immediate access to escalating on-screen information that they will fail to probe beyond the information given to the deeper layers of insight, imagination and knowledge that have led us to this stage of human thought? Or, will the new demands of information technologies to multitask, integrate and prioritize vast amounts of information help to develop equally, if not more valuable, skills that will increase human intellectual capacities, quality of life and collective wisdom as a species?

There is surprisingly little research that directly confronts these questions, but knowledge from the neurosciences about how the brain learns to read and how it learns to think about what it reads can aid our efforts.

We know, for example, that no human being was born to read. We can do so only because of our brain's protean capacity to rearrange itself to learn something new. Using neuroimaging to scan the brains of novice readers allows us to observe how a new neural circuitry is fashioned from some of its original structures. In the process, that brain is transformed in ways we are only now beginning to fully appreciate. More specifically, in the expert reading brain, the first milliseconds of decoding have become virtually automatic within that circuit. It is this automaticity that allows us the precious milliseconds we need to go beyond the decoded text to think new thoughts of our own - the heart of the reading process.

Perhaps no one was more eloquent about the true purpose of reading than French novelist Marcel Proust, who wrote: "that which is the end of their [the author's] wisdom is but the beginning of ours." The act of going beyond the text to think new thoughts is a developmental, learnable approach toward knowledge.

Within this context, there should be a developmental perspective on our transition to a digital culture. Our already biliterate children, who nimbly traverse between various modes of print, need to develop an expert reading brain before they become totally immersed in the digital world. Neuroscience shows us the profound miracle of an expert reading brain that uses untold areas across all four lobes and both hemispheres to comprehend sophisticated text and to think new thoughts that go beyond the text.

Children need to have both time to think and the motivation to think for themselves, to develop an expert reading brain, before the digital mode dominates their reading. The immediacy and volume of information should not be confused with true knowledge.

As technological visionary Edward Tenner cautioned, "It would be a shame if the very intellect that produced the digital revolution could be destroyed by it." Socrates, Proust and the images of the expert reading brain help us to think more deliberately about the choices we possess as our next generation moves toward the next great epoch in our intellectual development.

Maryanne Wolf is professor at the Eliot-Pearson Department of Child Development at Tufts University, where she is also director of the Center for Reading and Language Research. She is author of "Proust and the Squid: The Story and Science of the Reading Brain." This article first appeared in The Boston Globe. This version is published on the Herald Tribune, on September 5, 2007.

Rants and Ravs

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 18:43:16 GMT

"I have wondered at times about what the Ten Commandment's would have looked like if Moses had run them through the U.S. Congress."

- Ronald Reagan (1911, 2004)

C#: Don't set the "ActiveViewIndex" property of a multi view control through GUI. Don't even touch it. If you do, then this property causes the "_ActiveViewChanged" event to fire before Page_Load, before you even get a chance to see what's coming. And nicely enough, after this event your page might even fire the actual, regular "_ActiveViewChanged" event; causing a lot of commotion on your code. For example, you'd be apalled when you can't find the reason for your inherited classes' non working object calls. They will be working for every other control on the page, but not for the multi-view (multi-pass. lilu! tigey, birdy, I'm a magician). And you'll spend hours debugging the friggin' code. Then you'll remember the same problem from years ago, when you first tried the multiview control. And you'll feel like shouting "from now on, I will be known as Betty!"

Dear Architects; by Annie Choi

Fri, 27 Jul 2007 20:06:12 GMT

Dear Architects, I Am Sick of Your Shit,

Once, a long time ago in the days of yore, I had a friend who was studying architecture to become, presumably, an architect.

This friend introduced me to other friends, who were also studying architecture. Then these friends had other friends who were architects - real architects doing real architecture like designing luxury condos that look a lot like glass dildos. And these real architects knew other real architects and now the only people I know are architects. And they all design glass dildos that I will never work or live in and serve only to obstruct my view of New Jersey.Do not get me wrong, architects. I like you as a person. I think you are nice, smell good most of the time, and I like your glasses. You have crazy hair, and if you are lucky, most of it is on your head. But I do not care about architecture. It is true. This is what I do care about:

* burritos
* hedgehogs
* coffee

As you can see, architecture is not on the list. I believe that architecture falls somewhere between toenail fungus and invasive colonoscopy in the list of things that interest me.

Perhaps if you didn’t talk about it so much, I would be more interested. When you point to a glass cylinder and say proudly, hey my office designed that, I giggle and say it looks like a bong. You turn your head in disgust and shame. You think, obviously she does not understand. What does she know? She is just a writer. She is no architect. She respects vowels, not glass cocks. And then you say now I am designing a lifestyle center, and I ask what is that, and you say it is a place that offers goods and services and retail opportunities and I say you mean like a mall and you say no. It is a lifestyle center. I say it sounds like a mall. I am from the Valley, bitch. I know malls.

Architects, I will not lie, you confuse me. You work sixty, eighty hours a week and yet you are always poor. Why aren’t you buying me a drink? Where is your bounty of riches? Maybe you spent it on merlot. Maybe you spent it on hookers and blow. I cannot be sure. It is a mystery. I will leave that to the scientists to figure out.

Architects love to discuss how much sleep they have gotten. One will say how he was at the studio until five in the morning, only to return again two hours later. Then another will say, oh that is nothing. I haven’t slept in a week. And then another will say, guess what, I have never slept ever. My dear architects, the measure of how hard you’ve worked and how much you’ve accomplished is not related to the number of hours you have not slept. Have you heard of Rem Koolhaas? He is a famous architect. I know this because you tell me he is a famous architect. I hear that Rem Koolhaas is always sleeping. He is, I presume, sleeping right now. And I hear he gets shit done. And I also hear that in a stunning move, he is making a building that looks not like a glass cock, but like a concrete vagina. When you sleep more, you get vagina. You can all take a lesson from Rem Koolhaas.

Life is hard for me, please understand. Architects are an important part of my existence. They call me at eleven at night and say they just got off work, am I hungry? Listen, it is practically midnight. I ate hours ago. So long ago that, in fact, I am hungry again. So yes, I will go. Then I will go and there will be other architects talking about AutoCAD shortcuts and something about electric panels and can you believe that is all I did today, what a drag. I look around the table at the poor, tired, and hungry, and think to myself, I have but only one bullet left in the gun. Who will I choose?

I have a friend who is a doctor. He gives me drugs. I enjoy them. I have a friend who is a lawyer. He helped me sue my landlord. My architect friends have given me nothing. No drugs, no medical advice, and they don’t know how to spell subpoena. One architect friend figured out that my apartment was one hundred and eighty seven square feet. That was nice. Thanks for that.

I suppose one could ask what someone like me brings to architects like yourselves. I bring cheer. I yell at architects when they start talking about architecture. I force them to discuss far more interesting topics, like turkey eggs. Why do we eat chicken eggs, but not turkey eggs? They are bigger. And people really like turkey. See? I am not afraid to ask the tough questions.

So, dear architects, I will stick around, for only a little while. I hope that one day some of you will become doctors and lawyers or will figure out my taxes. And we will laugh at the days when you spent the entire evening talking about some European you’ve never met who designed a building you will never see because you are too busy working on something that will never get built. But even if that day doesn’t arrive, give me a call anyway, I am free.

Yours truly,
Annie Choi

Akademiye kitakse

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 03:05:56 GMT

Türkiye’de Bilimler Akademisi diye bir yer varmış. TÜBA, Türkiye Bilimler Akademisi... Vallahi bilmiyordum, yeni öğrendim.

Bu akademi, Profesör Doktor Şerif Mardin’in üyeliğini, hem de üçüncü kez reddetmiş.

Oylamaya katılan sevgili Çiğdem Hocam (Prof. Dr. Çiğdem Kâğıtçıbaşı), “gerekçe gizlidir, açıklayamam” diyor ama uçan kuşlar bile duydular:

Gerekçesi, “Said-i Nursi” üzerine araştırma yapmış olması...

Hayır canım, “nurculuk” etmiş falan değil, Fethullah Hocaefendi Hazretleri’ne de çalışmıyor; yalnızca “nedir bu” diye merak etmiş, araştırmış. Adam koskoca profesör, sosyal bilimci, bunu araştırmayacak da ayak parmakları arasında oluşan mayasılın tedavisinde kortizon kullanımının olumlu ve olumsuz yan etkileri üzerinde mi çalışacak bilim adamı sayılması için?

Bakın ne diyor: “Benim işim, toplumu belirleyen olguların arkasındaki dünyayı incelemek. Din de bu olguların en önemlisi. Doğal olarak aynı şey tarikatler ve cemaatler için de geçerli. Türkiye’de Nakşıbendiliği bilmeyen Türkiye’den bir şey anlamaz.”

Yahu bunu Zülfü Livaneli bile anladı da bürokrat ruhlu politikacılarımız anlamıyorlar... Onun için de her seçimde babayı alıyorlar.

Fakat hayır, “objektif” bir yaklaşımla araştırmak bile makbul sayılmıyor.

Karşı çıkacaksın, ama öğrenip üzerinde düşünerek değil, büyüklerin sana öyle emrettikleri için karşı çıkacaksın. Fazla kurcalamadan.

Hani hayatta en hakiki mürşit ilimdi ulan? Atatürk öyle dememiş miydi?

Hayır, bu ülkede Atatürk’ün en büyük düşmanları, hep söylerim, Atatürkçü geçinenler.

Şerif Hoca yatsın kalsın dua etsin, İsmail Beşikçi’ye yaptıkları gibi içeri de tıkabilirlerdi... Atatürk’e “adam” dediği için hayatı karartılan İzmirli profesör gibi kalp spazmı da geçirebilirdi...

Anladınız, Şerif Mardin benim hocamdır.

Sempatik bir adam değildir. Kendisini pek sevdiğim söylenemez. Buz mavisiyle çelik grisi arası gözleri bana hep Sir Laurence Olivier’nin “Marathon Man” filminde oynadığı Nazi doktoru hatırlatırdı...

Robert College Yüksek Okulu Boğaziçi Üniversitesi’ne yeni dönüşmüştü, ne yapacağımızı bilemiyorduk, kendimize bir yol çizemiyorduk; Şerif Hoca geldi ve Sosyal Bilimler Bölümü’nü kurdu, biz de oranın ilk mezunları olduk. Aradan otuz yıldan fazla zaman geçti. Şerif Hoca o bölümü açmasaydı, bendeniz şimdi büyük bir ihtimalle bir holdingin genel koordinatörü ve de mutsuzluktan alkolik olmuş bir kayıptım. Beni “elim bir ziya” olmaktan o kurtardı.

O zamanlar “Türkiye’de alevilik olgusu” üzerine çalışıyordu, biz de “bu adam bu konuyu niçin kurcalıyor” diye şaşıyorduk, hatta şaka yollu “CIA ajanı” olduğu söylentisi bile çıkmıştı; sonra okulu bitirdik, günün birinde Kahramanmaraş olayları patlak verdi, Hanya’yı Konya’yı o zaman anladık.

Kendisine bayılmam, ama “akademik özgürlüğünü” sonuna kadar savunurum.

Bu özgürlük elbette 12 Eylül düzeninin kurduğu “yüksek lise” zavallılığına sekiz numara büyük gelecektir, uymayacaktır. Uymasın.

Böyle bir ülkede akademiye alınmak değil, alınmamak Şerif Hoca’nın onurudur. Hiç üzülmesin. (Bu olayın, Stanford’da ders veren adamın bilmemneresinde olduğunu da hiç sanmıyorum ya... Burada akademi üyesi olacağına Stanford Üniversitesi’nin çayocağını işlet, daha iyi...)

Demek araştırmak, öğrenmek yasak ha... Demek karşı çıkmak için bile merak etmek tu kaka... Demek düşmanını tanımaya çalışmak bile suç... Demek bombalamak amacıyla PKK mevzilerini saptamaya çalışan komutanı bile mahkemeye vereceksiniz neredeyse!... Kürtçe öğrenen MİT ajanlarımızı ne zaman emekliye sevkedeceksinz?

1971 tutuklamalarında bir aydının evi basılır, kitapları falan topluyorlar, adamı da götürecekler... Adam demiş ki, “yahu benden ne istiyorsunuz, ben antikomünistim!”

Görevli şöyle bir bakmış, “farketmez,” demiş, “biz komünizmin her türlüsüne karşıyız!”

Gönül isterdi ki, her ne kadar göstermelik de olsa kapısında Türkiye Bilimler Akademisi yazan bir kuruluş, 12 Mart görevlilerinden iki gömlek ileride olsun...

Engin Ardıç; Aksam Gazetesi; 9 Temmuz 2007

Yazinin Aksam Gazetesi sitesindeki orjinali icin: http://www.aksam.com.tr/yazar.asp?a=83451,10,2

Odada Tatil Olmaz - Aksam, 26 Haziran Sali

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 15:52:59 GMT

Odada Tatil Olmaz!

Iste tatilciye ve aliciya buyuk firsat!
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Bir Temmuz, supper bir Temmuz... Manhattan.

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 02:10:13 GMT


07.01.2007.Walking.Manhattan. Bugun manhattan cok guzeldi, cok. Bir Temmuz sabahi, bir Temmuz sabahindan beklenmeyecek kadar gunesli, bulutlu, hafif bir meltemli, sicak, serin ve suprizler, keyifler ile doluydu. Bol bol tadini cikartabilmis olmak buyuk bir basaridir kanimca. Ki su devamli kurulup bozulan evrende, kac Temmuz gorecegimiz hic belli degildir. Hadi siz de tadini cikartin. Bina fetisimin kusuruna bakilmaya - mimarlik damaridir, kabarir arada.

Sıcakta daldan dala

Sun, 01 Jul 2007 15:05:41 GMT

Cumhuriyetin ilk on beş yılında, on altı Kürt isyanı çıkmış. Neden acaba?

Biz bunlardan Şeyh Sait isyanını, bir de Dersim’i biliriz de ötekileri bilmeyiz (hani “Türk Amelia Earhart’ı” Sabiha Gökçen köylere bomba atmış falan.) Neden acaba?

Bu konuda bizzat Genelkurmay’ın kendisinin yayınladığı bir kitap var, ara ki bulasın, toplatılmış, ulaşılamıyor, neden acaba?

Cumhuriyetin ilk on beş yılı, cumhuriyetin en güçlü dönemi, memurlara sorarsanız “devr-i saadet”, Atatürk cumhurbaşkanı, İnönü birkaç yıl hariç başbakan, Genelkurmay’ın başında da koskoca Mareşal Fevzi Çakmak, on altı kere ayaklanma çıkmış, neden acaba?

Emre Aköz hatırlatınca kafama dank etti, ona da Mehmet Ağar hatırlatmış: Demokrat Parti devrinde, on yıl boyunca ayaklanma olmamış, İstanbul’da 6/7 Eylül 1955 gecesi patlak veren “lumpen ayaklanmasını” saymazsak, neden acaba?

Yoksa Celal Bayar ve Adnan Menderes vatan hainiydi de içimizdeki hainler “işte bizimkiler başımızda, olay çıkarmayalım” diye mi uslu oturuyorlardı? Hani son beş yıldır şeriatçıların da “düşük profil” gösterdikleri gibi?

Hava sıcak, kafamı toplayamıyorum, sorular çağrışımdan çağrışıma uçup duruyorlar kafamın içinde, yanıt bulamıyorum.

ASALA belası da, PKK belası da, terör belası da, Amerikan silah ambargosunun yanısıra, başımıza yetmişli yılların sonlarına doğru sarılmış... Yani, Türkiye’nin Kıbrıs’tan çekilmeyeceği iyice anlaşıldıktan sonra, neden acaba?

Karşıdevrimci Adnan Menderes, iktidara gelir gelmez ezanın “Türkçe’den başka dillerde de okunabilmesine” izin vermiş fakat hemen ertesi yıl, 1951’de de “Atatürk’ü Koruma Kanunu” çıkarmış, neden acaba?

Demokrat Parti’nin Rum milletvekilleri de, Yahudi milletvekilleri de varmış fakat Cumhuriyet Halk Partisi’nin hiç yokmuş, neden acaba?

Türkiye Kuzey Kıbrıs’ı “aldı” mı yoksa oraya yalnızca barış ve demokrasi götürmeye mi gitti acaba?

Ortalığı mayna edip çekilseydi bugün olduğu gibi bölünme tehlikesiyle gene karşılaşır mıydı? Acaba?

On binlerce insanımız kodeslerde inim inim inlerken Türk basını onları bırakır da Amerika’da aptal suratlı bir sosyete orospusunun kodese girmesiyle çıkmasıyla neden uğraşır acaba?

Acaba ben de Pilates topuyla hoplayıp zıplasam “sıfır beden” olur muyum acaba?

Bu Pilates’in, Roma İmparatoru Tiberius devrinde Filistin valiliği görevine getirilen Pontus Pilates’le bir ilgisi var mıdır acaba?

Ay şekerim bu yaz moda renkler hangileri acaba?

Ay acaba İclal Tuna’dan neden ayrıldı acaba?

Kürtler bağımsız ayağından meclise girerler de birdenbire partiye geçerler, şakırt diye de meclis grubu kurarlarsa darbe falan olur mu acaba?

Antalya’da Alman oğlan İngiliz kızını düdüklemiş, bundan bize nedir acaba?

Yani sonuçta Roberto Carlos mu daha çok gol atacak yoksa Lincoln mu acaba?

Yaşar Nuri Öztürk başbakan olursa beni astırır mı acaba?

Cumhuriyet Halk Partisi’ni Sosyalist Enternasyonal’den düpedüz kovacaklar mı, yoksa edebiyle kendisi mi çekilecek acaba?

Yoksa 1945 yılında çok partili düzene geçmekle erken mi davrandık, halkın olgunlaşmasını beklememekle hata mı ettik acaba?

1945 sonrası çok partili düzen oluyorsa, 1925 öncesi, daha doğrusu 1908-1925 arası tam tam on yedi yıl ananın örekesi mi oluyor acaba?

Hava çok sıcak, kafamı toplayamadım, bu yazının “ana fikrini” bulamadım, klimanız varsa siz bulun.

Engin Ardıç, Aksam Gazetesi, 28 Haziran 2007

BoCoCa'da dolasirkene

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 22:20:17 GMT

Efendim, bu BoCoCa diyip durdugum sey bizim muhitin ve komsularinin birlikteligidir: Boreum Hill, Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens. Bendeniz Carrol Gardens'da oturuyorum, digerleri de komsu muhitler, bizim buralar . Arada sirada elimde fotograf makinemi alip "yerinde tespit" calismalarina cikar, sacma sapan seylerin resimlerini ceker dururum ben. En cok yangin merdivenlerine karsi olan "fetisizm" tepki gorur bu calismalari gozlerine sokmaya calistigim sanssiz bedevilerden; bir de fotograf cekmeyi beceremiyor olmama ragmen lise yillarinda secmeli ders olarak fotografcilik okumus ve sans eseri birkac yarismada dereceye girmis olmam nedeni ile durmak bilmeyen ukalaliklarim sinir bozar. Ama yine de kendi halime ortalikta resim cekme keyfimi "the kendi and the kendi kendilerine" havasindan cikartip, dijital makinelerin gelmesi ile ortaya cikan "cek babam cek, nasilsa tab ettirme derdin yok, film beles, 36'lik makara mi kalmis, bas deklansore" kafasina uydurmam yuzunden ortaya cikan resim ve goruntu coplugunu saga sola ilan etmekten kendimi alamam.

Bu baglamda http://www.soksa.com/albums benim coplugumdur, keyfimdir. Gezmek isteyenlere de aciktir.

Ha simdi nerden cikti bu? Bugun sokakta dolasip teftis calismasi yaparken Smith Street uzerindeki sokak panayirinda gordugum seylerin keyfini de paylasmak istedim, oradan cikti. Fotografik acidan bes para etmeyen kareler belki de yansitmaya calistiklari keyif yuzunden birkac kisinin icini aydinlatir, yuzlerine bir tebessum, bir keyif katar da ondan :)

Haydi, kalin saglicakla.

Ozledim seni be Adile teyze, ne guzel "hih hih hih hih" diye guler, "hadi kalin saglicakla" derdin sicacik sicacik. Senden sonra ne oyle gulen geldi, ne de oylesine sicak "saglicaklar" dileyebilen. Artik sadece botoxlanmis ifadeler arkasindan kendini para karsiligi satmaya calisan yapmacik gulucukler var; ben ne edeyim boyle insani... aman neyse, resimler orda, hadi dagilin.

... Sebastian, kopekleri sal, konuklar kabak tadi verdiler, kopekler kabak yesin biraz, kendilerine gelirler, uc haftadir aclar ...

What's the deal with Nitro?

Sun, 27 May 2007 17:13:45 GMT

1. I'm not a thrill seeker / adrenaline addict

2. I would not ride roller coasters if my wife wouldn't put a gun on my head

3. Then why o-why, do I find myself enjoying the best roller coaster in NJ Six Flags Great Adventure, Nitro. I rode it ~17 times this last Saturday (I stopped counting after a point)

Here's a list of my feelings on that particular ride

Morning

.Cool ride, I like the drop, and I love pulling Gs (old aim in life: to become a test pilot - still wearing flight instrument gadgets)

.After a while it gets plain boring

Noon

.Too much sun and the glare is killing me

.Still boring

Evening & Night

.This is the best time of my life. I haven't felt this liberated in a long, long time

.This is unreal

.Good heavens, I think I just had an out of body experience

.Is that pine I'm smelling?

.Look at that moon, it's like I'm shooting towards the moon... there's nothing else here, just me, and the moon... here we drop again

So, what's the deal?

After riding all major obstacle course style apparati adrenalinus in six flags, I've finally solved the mystery behing this ride. It's the nature.

.Nitro is the only ride that drills, turns and dives into and out of a forest

.Nitro is the only ride, when riding which, there's no other ride to see. Just nature: a lake, trees, and a horizon full of more trees. There's no indication of other rides in the park. Except the climbing part, when you can glance around, and towards your back you can see the park, the parking lot and such.

.Nitro is not the only ride that does not explicitly inhibit and prohibit movement of your upper body by surrounding it with sweat soaked plastics and bars and buckles.

.Differing from ElTorro (but not from KingDaKa) Nitro's safety system anchors your lower body solidly to the seat so you can't even move your feet. And the seats themselves leave the opper portion of your torso free, so that you can duck, turn, look around, wave your arms without feeling the pressure of the bar (as in ElTorro) on your crotch. There's more of a feeling of oneness with the ride. You are more a part of the car, rather than get the feeling that the car is trying to get rid of you. In fact this is the main reason why I don't enjoy all other rides just as much: I feel like a piece of cloth in the dry cycle - a pretty fast & furious one.

.Especially around the time when day turns to night, Nitro will make you experience surreal surroundings with out of this world feelings. First you'll see the sun set, feel the air getting colder. Then the forest will start to take over, with each dive you'll smell more of it. And when it's totally dark, you won't even see the ground. It is "dark" out there, the track is not illuminated, save for the initial climb slope, which is lit with lined up lights, and make you feel like you are ascending to the space shuttle launch platform. You dive into and out of darkness, towards the moon, then away from it, the fragrance of forest in the air - you'll breath it in, feel exhilirated, try to satisfy your hunger for it (I guess this is where you start thinking that you've experienced enough Gs to make you hallucinate for the rest of the night) - more and more as if you're actually flying through it.... oh wait, you ARE!

There, after this moment Nitro becomes something else. A ride of unmatchable beauty, full of feelings and pleasures - quite simple, primitive ones. I believe it's the only ride that successfully blends the beauty and the magic of nature with the awe of technology, without forcing you around too much - literally.

Oh, and of course, Nitro is sort of one of a kind:

"...Nitro lasts approximately 2 minutes and 20 seconds, as the track is over a mile long. Although there are no inversions, the ride features six camelbacks, a hammer head turn and a 540-degree helix. Nitro starts off with a 230 foot climb and then drops 215 feet at 66 degrees, reaching top speeds of 80 mph before shooting up a second hill and then diving down to the left through a 130 foot airtime hill. After that, riders soar into a tight U-turn to the right called the Hammerhead. After that, Nitro goes through another airtime hill before being shot into an S-curve and then a double helix. After the trim/safety block brakes, Nitro goes through four airtime hills before returning to the station. The front row gives an almost unparalleled view and smoothness, but the back row gives you the most airtime throughout the ride, especially at the top of the first drop and the dive off the mid-course brake run. The roller coaster track colors are fuscia and yellow, with blue support beams. This ride is very similar to Raging Bull at Six Flags Great America and Apollo's Chariot at Busch Gardens.

Nitro is currently the second steepest lifted (as opposed to launched) roller coaster in the park, behind El Toro's 76 degree first drop..."

So the next time you are in Six Flags Great Adventure NJ, give Nitro a second try, and make sure you ride it at least 5 times. Start with one ride around the time the sun sets, and end with one around 10pm. You won't regret it

Just another... just like the other...

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 00:53:35 GMT

Brooklyn, Smith & 9th Street, waiting for the light to turn green... boring... 1010 winds is on, the radio, news, every ten minutes... this time a whacky one... announcer:

- and a man is in custody for having sex with the - check this out - with a sheep!

laughter in the background

- yeah, a man is caught on tape while having sex with the sheep! aparently the farmer, who had been suspicious of this since last year, had a security camera installed in his barn and has been trying to catch whoever is responsible for this act

more laughter... at this time, I'm thinking "those crazy rednecks". because I've been watching the "blue collar comedy tour" and thinking of Larry the cable guy...

- a year, can you believe this? police says the man has been caught on the camera, on the act, but has no explanation for his actions

laughters, trafiic moving slowly...

- this man has been at it... a 44 year old fellow...

I'm thinking "wow, 44 years old, having sex with sheep, nice going, bizzarro dude"

- ... the man who is of Turkish nationality is ...
...
...

PUHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!

And here's the original news. I thought it happened in the US, but aparently it happened in Germany.

BERLIN: A man has been charged with breaking German animal protection laws after he was caught on camera having sex with sheep, police said.

The sheep's owner became suspicious last year and installed video surveillance equipment which filmed the 44-year-old in the act, police in the western region of Suedhessen said in a statement.

"He admitted sodomising the animals and had no explanation for his actions," spokeswoman Christine Klein said.

The man, who is a Turkish national and lives in the town of Gross Gerau, faces a jail sentence of up to three years or a fine, the statement said.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/4017624a4560.html