The title refers to the last time I posted something on this blog. I’ve been keeping this blog up – I mean, I have been paying hosting fees ever since. But I’ve also been pretty lazy posting stuff here.

So, what happened since I last wrote? That would make more than a few hundred posts probably. In a few sentences: I changed jobs, I got a car, I got married, I stopped being a vegetarian, I changed my whole lifestyle and lost 36 kg (from XL shirts to S slims), I (or we? wife and I) took up cycling, walking with occasional running, I/we got a hi-fi stereo (that’s a long dream come true). Probably a lot more that I can’t remember now.

So, why am I writing now? Being a geek, the main incentive is that I am now hosting this blog on a VPS (more on that later).

Anyway, most visitors to my blog are random people who don’t know me, so I don’t really have any regulars. I probably lost the regulars (if I had any) in the last 4.5 years.

But anyway, it’s never too late.

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The aquarium in Kara Inci (means Black Pearl, a café/coffee shop in Sinop, Turkey).

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The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein’ seen,
But that’s just because he doesn’t want to turn into some machine.
Took a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.

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Hey! I have been a bit mobile lately. I mean, until a while ago, I am not anymore – and I’m not giving any details until sometime. So, here’s a collage of a couple of shots from a trip I took.  Somewhere in central Anatolia. The sound in the bus wasn’t the most appealing, so I replaced it with a Bob Dylan cover, which I think sort of suits the mood of the video.  Video quality isn’t the best due to the light and so on. I didn’t bother with manual settings, which would make this video look better. But, enough of these technicalities – I don’t honestly care.

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I am not much of a traveller, as I said for a couple of times earlier.  Partly because I am too lazy to take a trip. I was a bit lazy for this trip as well, but once you promise people, you can’t really cancel things. So, we went on a trip to Amasya with Lisa (now in Canada) and Laura (she’s still in Ankara! – hi Laura!!).  This video is a bit old – poor video, waited for like 3 months before it got published. I have my reasons, if you ask me, maybe.

Anyway, this video is shot at a place in Amasya. My searches shows that this place used to be a mental institution (a bimarhane in old Turkish, apparently) back in the day. Now it serves as a small conservatory. These people get together and make music together occasionally – we were lucky to listen to them and have some tea in this lovely building that has memory.

After this long laziness to update my blog, here’s a video – dedicated to Video Vortex 3 Ankara Conference and the Videoblogging Boot Camp.

Edit: Oh, I forgot! Lisa and Laura, do such things with the camcorder and get published on the internets!

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This is the first video that I shot using a tripod. Wanted to post this because of the following random quotes from Emerson‘s essay called Nature.

To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. Note But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime.

[…] When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense in the mind. We mean the integrity of impression made by manifold natural objects. Note It is this which distinguishes the stick of timber of the wood-cutter, from the tree of the poet.

[…] To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Note Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food.

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I haven’t posted anything for a while. Partly because I have been busy and also because I have been slacking on quite a lot of things.

The semester has ended like a month ago, this means I’ll start writing my dissertation in the coming academic year.  For the first time in my university career, I received a GPA of 4, which is great news. Also, I started to take intensive French courses from the summer school but I think I have made a mistake, as I don’t have much energy left to study at home after 5 hours of French everyday.  And the other stuff that I have to do and the hot weather doesn’t really help. C’est difficile!

Other than that, I quit smoking last Saturday. So, it has been a week. I have handled it quite well with few nicotine deficiency attacks (or whatever they are called), and I’m pretty well at the moment.

Anyway, off to studying French now so that I can go out tonight.

Body without Organs

My room is a mess. I’ve found a small screwdriver somewhere near my desktop computer, and I put it between the pages of A Thousand Plateaus.

It was only after I put the screwdriver, I realized the significance. I shouldn’t do think of significances though.

Last night, while I was in bed, I remembered this short story titled “Scene” from the collection Suburban Sketches by William Dean Howells. I am not really a fan of realist writing but for some reason I had the imagery of this little short story in my mind, for some reason. I don’t do this and I actually try not to associate words with images – can images ever substitute words? Anyway, this collection of short stories depict the suburban life of people in Old Charlesbridge, and “Scene” is about a young women who drowns herself. She is found dead by the community, who are pretty curious to see what had happened. One of the townspeople says “It was the best thing she cuold do,” creating a story in his mind. The narrator responds: “Upon this answer that literary soul fell at once to patching himself up a romantic story for the suicide, after the pitiful fashion of this fiction-ridden age, when we must relate everything we see to something we have read. He was the less to blame for it, because he could not help it; but certainly he is not to be praised for his associations with the tragic fact brought to his notice.”

Anyway, after this brief introduction, I’d like to quote what I really like about this piece:
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Son iki günü İstanbul’da geçirdim. Ben ve yüksek lisans programından arkadaşlarım Fırat, İrem, Linda ve Özlem ile bir cağdaş dans performansını bahane edip bu yolculuğu ayarladık. Daha keyifli ve rahat olduğundan trenle gitmeyi tercih ettik. Trenleri ve özellikle raylardan gelen sesleri çok seviyorum. Neyse, yemekli vagonda içkilerimizi içtikten sonra birkaçımız, en son vagonun orada yere çöküp şarap içmeye başladık. Bu sırada çok ilginç ve hatta tuhaf bir DDY görevlisiyle de tanıştık (Özlem pek sevmedi kendisini, ben de sevdim denemez ama ilginç biriydi işte). Daha sonra ben uyuyanlara katıldım.

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