By "googling" Argentinianness, Chineseness, Germanness, Hungarianness etc., coming to Turkishness it becomes obvious:
Turkishness is unique!
Evidence: People trying to learn more about history, geography, literature, architecture, poetry, cuisine, music etc., on the first two pages would find nothing but
denigration of Turkishness (2)
insulting Turkishness (15)
belittling Turkishness
degrade Turkishness
Telling this my closest friend whose current topic of research - Pre-Assyrian Philately - is keeping him very busy, did not even look up when saying: "Inferiority complex."
"Tetrapilotomos", I whispered, "mind your tongue! Some people might feel insulted."
"That's it. Exactly those who feel insulted are meant. I can just repeat again and again that according to a Chinese saying those who feel insulted by others confess to their mental, their intellectual inferiority."
And off he went.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
All these mysterious Nessies
Scientific way to better present 'Turkishness'.
An interesting headline, isn't it?!
Why do people tend to do the second step before the first?
Why trying to find a "scientific" (sic) way to better present (sic) 'Turkishness'?
What is Turkishness?
Or Argentinianness, Chineseness, Germanness, Hungarianness ... Finnish...ness?
Questions I asked my closest friend Tetrapilotomos, who is one of the politest human primates under the sun and therefore should rarely answer a question by a counterquestion.
The more I got surprised hearing him murmur:
"Turkish Ness ... Turkish Ness ... Has it something to do with Lough Ness?"
Monday, September 10, 2007
Mens insana . . .
World is small.
Coincidences are great.
1. I do highly recommend to read this. The background arcticles are worth reading, too.
2. James Higham who happened to find a link to this very article on another blogger's site (sorry for not memorising it), left a comment roughly saying he'd need to learn more about the issue and - voilà, today delivered interesting thoughts.
3. I am a little tired (not only) these days talking about religion, fanatism, stupidity etc.
But I shall not withhold following short "dialogue":
Spake Tetrapilotomos: "I think to understand it is enough to read the 23rd paragraph."
?
"Just read and get close to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything."
Mr ul Haq was 3 when he came to Britain and 13 when he became a student at the first and most influential of Britain’s Deobandi seminaries, which opened in 1975 in a converted sanatorium in the rural hills above Bury, Greater Manchester.
?
Spake Tetrapilotomos: "A sanatorium is a sanatorium is a sanatorium . . ."
Coincidences are great.
1. I do highly recommend to read this. The background arcticles are worth reading, too.
2. James Higham who happened to find a link to this very article on another blogger's site (sorry for not memorising it), left a comment roughly saying he'd need to learn more about the issue and - voilà, today delivered interesting thoughts.
3. I am a little tired (not only) these days talking about religion, fanatism, stupidity etc.
But I shall not withhold following short "dialogue":
Spake Tetrapilotomos: "I think to understand it is enough to read the 23rd paragraph."
?
"Just read and get close to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything."
Mr ul Haq was 3 when he came to Britain and 13 when he became a student at the first and most influential of Britain’s Deobandi seminaries, which opened in 1975 in a converted sanatorium in the rural hills above Bury, Greater Manchester.
?
Spake Tetrapilotomos: "A sanatorium is a sanatorium is a sanatorium . . ."
Friday, September 07, 2007
Some more tears for Tabori
Peculiar.
Originally, tonight I intended to drop a few words about why I would not be able to drop a few posts for a couple of days.
And now I am sitting here, thinking of a few people who enriched my life for quite a few decades and who recently took their last dwelling six feet under.
Ulrich Mühe (July 22nd)
George Tabori (July 23rd)
Ingmar Bergman (July 30th)
Michelangelo Antonioni (July 31st)
Today Luciano Pavarotti.
And tomorrow?
Coincidences. Coincidences?
No necrologies to follow, don’t worry. There has been shown, told, written enough about these artists.
But I shall not stop myself to tell that non of his plays impressed me more than this “joke” by the man who in a way was the obstetrician to a serious reflection of the holocaust and other atrocities “made in Germany”: George Tabori:
[To understand you need to know: Witz means joke]
”Wie lautet der kürzeste deutsche Witz? - Auschwitz.”
”What is the shortest German Witz? - Auschwitz.”
It was - I think – for this sentence that I dropped more than one tear – when I heard this wonderful wise human being ("There are tabus that need to be destroyed") had done his last breath.
Originally, tonight I intended to drop a few words about why I would not be able to drop a few posts for a couple of days.
And now I am sitting here, thinking of a few people who enriched my life for quite a few decades and who recently took their last dwelling six feet under.
Ulrich Mühe (July 22nd)
George Tabori (July 23rd)
Ingmar Bergman (July 30th)
Michelangelo Antonioni (July 31st)
Today Luciano Pavarotti.
And tomorrow?
Coincidences. Coincidences?
No necrologies to follow, don’t worry. There has been shown, told, written enough about these artists.
But I shall not stop myself to tell that non of his plays impressed me more than this “joke” by the man who in a way was the obstetrician to a serious reflection of the holocaust and other atrocities “made in Germany”: George Tabori:
[To understand you need to know: Witz means joke]
”Wie lautet der kürzeste deutsche Witz? - Auschwitz.”
”What is the shortest German Witz? - Auschwitz.”
It was - I think – for this sentence that I dropped more than one tear – when I heard this wonderful wise human being ("There are tabus that need to be destroyed") had done his last breath.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Una (non) furtiva lacrima
Once upon a time, after reading or telling a (bedtime) story, on the children’s demand intoning with my deepest voice “the song”, there would quite frequently a caring voice been chirping, “Sean, why wouldn’t you try it in a friendly manner first?”
”But the children love it”, I’d say, vehemently nodding and rolling my eyes at my audience who would immediately tell the chirping voice what they had learnt by heart: “Pavarotti would give up his career, if only once he could listen Daddy singing.”
Anyway, despite the enormous popularity that I achieved with “What shall we do with the drunken sailor”, this chirped question was – there can’t be any doubt – the main reason that I lost the little interest in the opera that had been remaining.
End of the antecedent.
Although not really fond of opera, it was always a pleasure for my ears to hear Luciano Pavarotti singing.
Was?
Is.
Right now I can/do listen to his voice. Nessun dorma.
And yes, although agnostic I do not deny “Una furtiva lacrima”.
”But the children love it”, I’d say, vehemently nodding and rolling my eyes at my audience who would immediately tell the chirping voice what they had learnt by heart: “Pavarotti would give up his career, if only once he could listen Daddy singing.”
Anyway, despite the enormous popularity that I achieved with “What shall we do with the drunken sailor”, this chirped question was – there can’t be any doubt – the main reason that I lost the little interest in the opera that had been remaining.
End of the antecedent.
Although not really fond of opera, it was always a pleasure for my ears to hear Luciano Pavarotti singing.
Was?
Is.
Right now I can/do listen to his voice. Nessun dorma.
And yes, although agnostic I do not deny “Una furtiva lacrima”.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
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