Kemal. He is a wily old geezer. A Kurd from Ağrı who has been around the block a few times. He owns a tiny tea counter in the...

My nearest and dearest appear to be worried about me. “What difference does it make if you fret like this?” “You cannot change anything,...

Whenever I see a photo of myself taken by someone else I have a massive shock. This isn’t something new, or something that is age...

My twitter account is anonymous, I do not post, I only follow news. That is, this is how it was until recently. I have been adding more...

Given that there are so many that I started and then abandoned? There are sometimes little things that I want to note down or show some...

I encountered myself from years ago. There is even a photo that Lanfranco took in Singapore in 2008 where I look not just 10 years, but...

I want to start blogging again. shorter posts this time around. Mostly, just jotting down ideas, really. But maybe sometimes a bit more....

Animals are a good reason to stick around. And then I like walking in the streets and sitting in cafes, I guess. Watching the...

I came across this on facebook (of all addictive places!) thanks to an old friend of mine, Nazif Topçuoğlu, who posted it there. And yes...

During my last trip I bought very little, which is not really usual behavior for me, normally I go crazy shopping whenever I travel (or...

I am noticing it from my favorites on Flickr, which are mostly RL things. And what I put on flickr myself, for that matter. I seem to...

So here I am, back where I started. When I look at this blog I notice that it has 3 quite distinct phases. In the beginning there seems...

I am sitting here and thinking: How many people do I know that I can trust? In the true sense of the word? Who, in their turn, trust me...

I have been sitting here all weekend – reading, taking notes, even starting the draft of the draft of a draft of a paper. (Need to read a...

I am still wondering here. The previous post, where this bit belongs to as well, is already way too long. So, I am starting a new one. …...

Bob Dorough. Again. For me, this is the exact definition. Exact! Verbatim. Every syllable of every word! And then the way he sings it…...

If you talk about a musician who is special to you, are you (in the end) (again!) talking about yourself? Well, yes. I suppose you are....

I think they call this low grade depression. It is not fatal, it will resolve itself eventually, I suppose. I do not sleep very well at...

Dedicated to the anonymous reader of this blog… … There is a woman playing the piano. You probably cannot hear the notes but you see her...

(… except that I do seem to be meeting my Waterloo over here, aren’t I?!?) … To say that there is some considerable cause for concern is...