Merhaba,
I have moved my blog to http://anatolianshep.wordpress.com/
Cheers to all of you...
Blogumun yeni adresi http://anatolianshep.wordpress.com/
Hepinize selam...
‘Yaz’ olmalı idi ilk söylenen, ‘oku’ değil. Biz tanrısı değil miyiz bilincimizin? Bizim beynimiz değil mi her suçu unutan? Biz değil miyiz ki her düşünceyi çarpıtan? Yazmalıyız ki sözümüz kök salsın, yazmalıyız ki değişen anlamların geri dönebileceği, yeniden başlayabileceği bir evi olsun. Yazmalıyız ki, suçlarımız ve suçluluklarımız ve hatalarımız yüzümüze çarpılabilsin. Bu değil midir hayatımızın anlamı?
Apr 1, 2009
Feb 14, 2009
KISA BIR ARA - A SHORT BREAK
Merhaba herkese,
Son iki ayda farkettim ki, bırakın blog yazmayı, başımı kaşıyacak vaktim kalmamış. Umuyorum ki, önümüzdeki günlerde laboratuarda harcadığım zamanlar, oldukça ilginç sorulara yanıt verecek verilere dönüşecek. Ancak bu arada blog yazmaya bir ara vermem gerekiyor sanıyorum. Yakın zamanda görüşmek üzere, şimdilik perde!
Hi all,
I realied that I have not written any substantial entries to Anatolian Shepherd. I hope that the time that I spent in the lab, which prevents me from writing any entries, will lead to interesting results and ideas in the near future. Meanwhile, I will take a short break from my blog writing. I hope to see you soon. Since then, stay warm!
Son iki ayda farkettim ki, bırakın blog yazmayı, başımı kaşıyacak vaktim kalmamış. Umuyorum ki, önümüzdeki günlerde laboratuarda harcadığım zamanlar, oldukça ilginç sorulara yanıt verecek verilere dönüşecek. Ancak bu arada blog yazmaya bir ara vermem gerekiyor sanıyorum. Yakın zamanda görüşmek üzere, şimdilik perde!
Hi all,
I realied that I have not written any substantial entries to Anatolian Shepherd. I hope that the time that I spent in the lab, which prevents me from writing any entries, will lead to interesting results and ideas in the near future. Meanwhile, I will take a short break from my blog writing. I hope to see you soon. Since then, stay warm!
Jan 20, 2009
"After the Dance"
"--AND you say that a man cannot, of himself, understand what is good and evil; that it is all environment, that the environment swamps the man. But I believe it is all chance. Take my own case . . ." started Tolstoy his short story, "After the Dance." That was pretty much what I was thinking after I watched the, sometimes superficial and sometimes deep, but throughout graceful and colorful dance of the Collage company.
The dance was to a moving series of eclectic and mesmerizing songs, the origins of which came from very very old lands and from cities the ruins of which do not even exist anymore. The dancers, half of whom are dear friends, moved uncompromisingly and with an obvious eagerness to please.
And this was their choice to create their environment, actively, with sweat and compromise, not by chance. They not only committed to a painful process of training, but they stripped their personalities and ideas, submitted to an idea and were part of an echo from the past into a back-alley Cambridge theater. They created their environment, and I am glad to touch it, albeit briefly.
The dance was to a moving series of eclectic and mesmerizing songs, the origins of which came from very very old lands and from cities the ruins of which do not even exist anymore. The dancers, half of whom are dear friends, moved uncompromisingly and with an obvious eagerness to please.
And this was their choice to create their environment, actively, with sweat and compromise, not by chance. They not only committed to a painful process of training, but they stripped their personalities and ideas, submitted to an idea and were part of an echo from the past into a back-alley Cambridge theater. They created their environment, and I am glad to touch it, albeit briefly.
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