Egypt, REUTERS...Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Syracuse
Bu aksam Syracuse'da sabahliyorum. Upstate New York'a ilk gelisim. Hep kar haberlerini alirdik, geldim kar gordum.
In the middle of nowhere tanimina uyan bir yer. Umarim geri donusum sorunsuz olur diyorum ama yarin buralara bir buz ve kar firtinasinin gelecegini, aktarmam olan Philadelphia havaalaninda saatler suren rotarlarla bogusacagimizi biliyorum. Haliyle kendi kendime soruyorum: Ne isin var lan burda?
Elimde Ihsan Oktay Anar'in Puslu Kitalar Atlasi var. Belki firsat bu firsat onu bitiririm.
Ask... Evvel zaman icinde kalbur saman icinde, antidepresanlar yuvarlarken kendisini taniyip da "iste asik olunacak kadin budur" dedigim bir yazar gizli detaylarda. Onun da bir basyapiti ayni donemlerde yazilmis....
Oyle iste...
In the middle of nowhere tanimina uyan bir yer. Umarim geri donusum sorunsuz olur diyorum ama yarin buralara bir buz ve kar firtinasinin gelecegini, aktarmam olan Philadelphia havaalaninda saatler suren rotarlarla bogusacagimizi biliyorum. Haliyle kendi kendime soruyorum: Ne isin var lan burda?
Elimde Ihsan Oktay Anar'in Puslu Kitalar Atlasi var. Belki firsat bu firsat onu bitiririm.
Ask... Evvel zaman icinde kalbur saman icinde, antidepresanlar yuvarlarken kendisini taniyip da "iste asik olunacak kadin budur" dedigim bir yazar gizli detaylarda. Onun da bir basyapiti ayni donemlerde yazilmis....
Oyle iste...
Monday, January 24, 2011
Antidepresanlar...
Antidepresanlar uzerine onemli bir haber... Yillarca neden sacmaliklar pesinde kostugumun aciklamasi olabilir mi? Belki... Yuzume sacma bir gulumseme kondurdu mu? Evet... Haber metnine uygun haller yasadigimi da biliyorum. Demek ki haber dogru olabilir...
Cicek cocuklarinin halisunoejenler cektikleri malum... Milenyum nesli de sanirim antidepresanlari ile anilacak. Bir tane atalim, mutlu olalim, sevelim, sevilelim... Belki antidepresanlarin uzerine bir "baris" amblemi filan koyarlar. Ya da sigara paketlerindeki gibi uyarilar filan yazarlar. Kim bilir?
Cicek cocuklarinin halisunoejenler cektikleri malum... Milenyum nesli de sanirim antidepresanlari ile anilacak. Bir tane atalim, mutlu olalim, sevelim, sevilelim... Belki antidepresanlarin uzerine bir "baris" amblemi filan koyarlar. Ya da sigara paketlerindeki gibi uyarilar filan yazarlar. Kim bilir?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Soguk
Hayatimin en soguk gunu, Ankara'ya son gittigim gundu ve siginacak bir mekan bulamamistim. Kontagini ceviren ilk dolmus ile ODTU'ye gidip, acilan ilk Gudas kantininden henuz kaynayamamis suyla yapilan kahvemi elime aldigimda parmaklarim sizlamisti.
Bugun hayatimin bir baska soguk gununde yine disaridaydim. -13 -15 derece civarlari yine hava. Icinde yurudugum karlar pantolonumu islatmiyor bile. Kum gibi silkeliyorum. Niyetim fotograf cekmek. Yine uygun isik icin cok gec kalmisim. Donus yolunda soguk icime islemeye basliyor. Yuzumde atki yok. Yuz derimin donmamasi icin surekli yuz kaslarimi oynatiyorum. Burnumdan akan damlalar eldivenimin uzerinde buz olmus.
Aklima Sarikamis geliyor. Allahuekber daglarinda sehid olan binler... Enver Pasa'nin aklindan acaba ne geciyordu? Kafkas cephesine gonderilen askerlerin secme askerler oldugunu soylerlerdi. Orduya kislik gerecleri getiren gemi rivayete gore Karadeniz'de bir denizaltiya av olunca Enver Pasa elde avucta olanlarla bu harekata kalkismis. Sarikamis cephesi icin mi anlatilir yoksa Almanlar'in Stalingrad bozgunu icin mi bilmem... Yuk arabalarini ceken atlarin acikta kalan yerlerini askerler bicaklarla azicik azicik keserler, at yavastan dondugu icin bunu etmez, kan zaten akiciligini yitirdigi icin de akmazmis. Sonra da bu et parcaciklari isitilir yenirmis.
Evet, acaba Enver Pasa'nin aklindan ne geciyordu. Uzerimdeki paltoyla sogukta yurumeye 2 saat dayanamamis ben ve Ortadogu'dan yeni gelmis, uzerlerindeki yazlik uniformalariyla daglara cikan askerler...
Bugun hayatimin bir baska soguk gununde yine disaridaydim. -13 -15 derece civarlari yine hava. Icinde yurudugum karlar pantolonumu islatmiyor bile. Kum gibi silkeliyorum. Niyetim fotograf cekmek. Yine uygun isik icin cok gec kalmisim. Donus yolunda soguk icime islemeye basliyor. Yuzumde atki yok. Yuz derimin donmamasi icin surekli yuz kaslarimi oynatiyorum. Burnumdan akan damlalar eldivenimin uzerinde buz olmus.
Aklima Sarikamis geliyor. Allahuekber daglarinda sehid olan binler... Enver Pasa'nin aklindan acaba ne geciyordu? Kafkas cephesine gonderilen askerlerin secme askerler oldugunu soylerlerdi. Orduya kislik gerecleri getiren gemi rivayete gore Karadeniz'de bir denizaltiya av olunca Enver Pasa elde avucta olanlarla bu harekata kalkismis. Sarikamis cephesi icin mi anlatilir yoksa Almanlar'in Stalingrad bozgunu icin mi bilmem... Yuk arabalarini ceken atlarin acikta kalan yerlerini askerler bicaklarla azicik azicik keserler, at yavastan dondugu icin bunu etmez, kan zaten akiciligini yitirdigi icin de akmazmis. Sonra da bu et parcaciklari isitilir yenirmis.
Evet, acaba Enver Pasa'nin aklindan ne geciyordu. Uzerimdeki paltoyla sogukta yurumeye 2 saat dayanamamis ben ve Ortadogu'dan yeni gelmis, uzerlerindeki yazlik uniformalariyla daglara cikan askerler...
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Ah...
Gece gece insan eline "Puslu Kitalar Atlasi"ni alir mi?Sozun tesirini anlamak icin sozle bas basa kalmak, biraz hakkinda okumak lazimmis...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I'd love to change to world
Ne varsa eskilerde var erenler...
Yenilerin tepesinde oklava kirmak lazim...
Monday, January 17, 2011
To be or not to be European...
Aksam namazi icin gittigim camide islak ayaklarima nemli coraplarimi gecirmeye calisirken yuzumun donuk oldugu tarafta, cali supurgesi misali sakali ve kafasinin tepesini orten beyaz takkesi, yerlere uzanan entarisi ile Pakistanli oldugunu sandigim bir yuz bana bakiyor... Israrli bakislarini surdurunce, bir arkadasimin evinin esiginde karsilastigim, yine cali supurgesi misali sakallari olan ve kafasinin tepesine beyaz takke giyen bir baska Pakistanli oldugunu saniyorum ve selam veriyorum. Selamimi aliyor... Yanima geliyor, bir muhabbettir basliyor. Yanilmisim, insanlar birbirine benzermis. Yanilmisim, Pakistanli degil Bangladesli'ymis... Nereli oldugumu soruyor: "Turkish" diyorum. "Oooo, Avrupalisin yani!"
"Hayir" diyorum, "degilim. Biz girmeye calisiyoruz, onlar da bizi disarida tutmaya!"
"Ama," diyor: "Siz onlara yakinsiniz."
"Cografi olarak yakin olsak da kulturel farkliliklar var"
Tasdik edercesine "Evet," diyor "Bizden farklisiniz"
"Hayir, kast ettigim bizimle onlar arasindaki farklilik..." Sonra aklima geliyor, aslinda eleman kismen hakli. Onlar gibi de degiliz... "Iki arada bir derede, bir gecis medeniyetiyiz" diyorum. "Ama bizi aralarindan saymiyolar..."
Hos, saysinlar hevesinde degilim. Bizlerle bati farkliyiz. Bizlerle dogu da farkli. Aslinda biz de bizden farkliyiz. Neyse, farkliliklara dair elemanla ayak uzerinde deruni bir muhabbete dalacak degildim. O da ben de actik. O, gelen yemeginin basina kurulmak uzere caminin alt katindaki yemek salonuna gecerken, ben her seferinde kapali oldugunu gorup gerisin geri dondugum "Ferhat" abinin restoranin kapisinin yine kapali oldugunu gormek ve teyid etmek uzere karanliklarin icinde yurumeye koyuldum.
"Hayir" diyorum, "degilim. Biz girmeye calisiyoruz, onlar da bizi disarida tutmaya!"
"Ama," diyor: "Siz onlara yakinsiniz."
"Cografi olarak yakin olsak da kulturel farkliliklar var"
Tasdik edercesine "Evet," diyor "Bizden farklisiniz"
"Hayir, kast ettigim bizimle onlar arasindaki farklilik..." Sonra aklima geliyor, aslinda eleman kismen hakli. Onlar gibi de degiliz... "Iki arada bir derede, bir gecis medeniyetiyiz" diyorum. "Ama bizi aralarindan saymiyolar..."
Hos, saysinlar hevesinde degilim. Bizlerle bati farkliyiz. Bizlerle dogu da farkli. Aslinda biz de bizden farkliyiz. Neyse, farkliliklara dair elemanla ayak uzerinde deruni bir muhabbete dalacak degildim. O da ben de actik. O, gelen yemeginin basina kurulmak uzere caminin alt katindaki yemek salonuna gecerken, ben her seferinde kapali oldugunu gorup gerisin geri dondugum "Ferhat" abinin restoranin kapisinin yine kapali oldugunu gormek ve teyid etmek uzere karanliklarin icinde yurumeye koyuldum.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Good Life
The movie may seem to be flowing rather slow if not depressing. However the pearl is hidden in the lines. Very brilliant ones, like the pearls of wisdom. The movie starts with a piercing line, a line that makes you dodge the next 1 hour of slow moving story, a drama. The line is:
"After you die nothing you ever owned matters, and everything you ever did does. You can't sell what you did to your family at a garage sale. "
The movie finishes very unexpectedly. So I wont tell what happens in the end. However, a couple lines need to be quoted here:
"Jason, the brain has enough oxygen to support full awareness for 10 to 15 seconds after the heart is destroyed. Go for the head. A lifetime full of pain, who needs 10 to 15 seconds more " (This is an advice from a father to his son).
"They call the hole left by the passage of a bullet through the body a permanent cavity. A permanent cavity is what cops strive for when shooting someone dangerous. They say the best bullet for the job when trying to incapacitate someone dangerous is the one that's bigger, the one with the most velocity, the one that creates the largest permanent cavity, the one that kills faster. What I think would be worse is being hit by a smaller caliber bullet over... and over... and over. A lifetime full of pain. Who needs 10 to 15 seconds more. "
Now the turn...
"But it's not pain. It's laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn't. It's the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It's being touched by hands that aren't your own. It's the thrill of an escape that almost wasn't. It's the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It's helping a friend find something they lost. It's a smile, a joke, a song. It's what someone does that they like doing. It's what someone does that they like remembering. It's the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It's the road ahead and the road behind. It's the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life. "
"After you die nothing you ever owned matters, and everything you ever did does. You can't sell what you did to your family at a garage sale. "
The movie finishes very unexpectedly. So I wont tell what happens in the end. However, a couple lines need to be quoted here:
"Jason, the brain has enough oxygen to support full awareness for 10 to 15 seconds after the heart is destroyed. Go for the head. A lifetime full of pain, who needs 10 to 15 seconds more " (This is an advice from a father to his son).
"They call the hole left by the passage of a bullet through the body a permanent cavity. A permanent cavity is what cops strive for when shooting someone dangerous. They say the best bullet for the job when trying to incapacitate someone dangerous is the one that's bigger, the one with the most velocity, the one that creates the largest permanent cavity, the one that kills faster. What I think would be worse is being hit by a smaller caliber bullet over... and over... and over. A lifetime full of pain. Who needs 10 to 15 seconds more. "
Now the turn...
"But it's not pain. It's laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn't. It's the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It's being touched by hands that aren't your own. It's the thrill of an escape that almost wasn't. It's the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It's helping a friend find something they lost. It's a smile, a joke, a song. It's what someone does that they like doing. It's what someone does that they like remembering. It's the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It's the road ahead and the road behind. It's the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life. "
The Great Dictator
Probably the most important line from the movie... The Jewish Barber says:
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite! Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up Hannah! The clouds are lifting! The sun is breaking through! We are coming out of the darkness into the light! We are coming into a new world; a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed, and brutality. Look up, Hannah! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow! Into the light of hope, into the future! The glorious future, that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up, Hannah. Look up!
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite! Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up Hannah! The clouds are lifting! The sun is breaking through! We are coming out of the darkness into the light! We are coming into a new world; a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed, and brutality. Look up, Hannah! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow! Into the light of hope, into the future! The glorious future, that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up, Hannah. Look up!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Bugun ne ogrendim: Ceasar Salad
Evde kendi basima ceasar salad yapmaya niyetlenince ogrendim ki...
Ceasar salad'in isminin Julius Ceasar ile alakasi yokmus. 1924 yilinda Meksika'nin Tijuana eyaletinde bir restoran isleten Italyan asilli sef Ceasar Cardini'nin, elde avucta bisiler kalmadigi bir gun, uydurdugu bir tarifmis...
Ceasar salad'in isminin Julius Ceasar ile alakasi yokmus. 1924 yilinda Meksika'nin Tijuana eyaletinde bir restoran isleten Italyan asilli sef Ceasar Cardini'nin, elde avucta bisiler kalmadigi bir gun, uydurdugu bir tarifmis...
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