28 June 2006
26 June 2006
Celal at Icarus Redeemed gives us a glimpse of the dark side of the earth. In another post of intrigue, we discover that yes, no valid justification exists which casts any doubt on the idea that gambling is a sin. It might sound like I was born in a barn or live in a cave, but my life to date has given me no exposure to any Turks who are anything other than Muslim. For this reason I am so happy to have Celal among us. Sorry to bird-dog you Celal, but I find it exhilerating to know that there are Turks of nearly all faiths throughout the world.
The Infidel finally gets off of his tookus and gives us something to cut our teeth on. He's all choked up over the goal which Argentina scored on Mexico the other night. I agree that sport (not only football) is one of the primary sources of joy for untold millions, ranking up there with children, music and even religion, depending upon flavor... But after laughter, come tears! Feeling joy is not habitual nor does it occur without just the right dose of stimuli. Why do we seem to be so hard-wired to feel pain, so often? Makes you wonder if joy is just an occasional short circuit..
Dr Ugur Akinci at Turkish Torque has been MIA since May 6th! Come back! Please give us a sign that everything is ok in your world...
I don't know his name but the keeper of Ziddiblog has come to life and is covering a lot of the World Cup soccer action. View pictures of this mysterious and handsome blogger here. (Gaahhh! it feels so WRONG for men to compliment the looks of other men.. Feel so unclean! UNCLEAN!) Seriously though he's a smart looking chap. Is he a member here? Better be!
Our friend Mustafa Akyol at The White Path posts very recently about Rabbi Stephen Julius Stein, and salutes him for his "..very considerate criticism of the anti-Islamic propaganda carried out by the Syrian-born ex-Muslim psychiatrist Wafa Sultan." I recently bought Mr Akyol's book, Kurt Sorununu Yeniden Dusunmek (a relative traveling here picked it up for me in Turkey) and I am ashamed to admit that my Turkish comprehension is far too limited to enjoy it. It sits un-read on my book shelf alongside Metal Firtina. My dear wife Ebru has snatched it though and seems to be devouring it! See this is the price paid by Turks who were born in the United States! I feel like such a dunce.
Guys, I am so out of time, with so much more to cover... sorry to have to cut this short. I didn't realize it was already 12:30 AM!
Please show your love for Erkan's Field Diary and pay a visit. Nobody tries harder to please his readers and no one does a better job of keeping us informed of the events unfolding in the homeland..
We may rise and fall.. but in the end... we'll meet our fate together!
25 June 2006
Wife and I had some debate today about whether we used good judgment signing the purchase and sale agreement for our new can-do. She's still convinced we could live in a better location, with a better school system, in a more spacious single family home. True, true and true... but at the cost of adding about $100,000 to the mortgage note which we'd be signing, possibly double the property taxes and double the heating/cooling bill! If moving from this place anto another equally expensive home is going to cost us more money per month, why bother?? We wanted something brand new, in a better location, close to where I work, for less money and less monthly expense than this place that we're selling! I think this is more of a man/woman or mars/venus issue.. Generally speaking, men are more likely to "stay the course" of a decision, with a lot less self-doubt about whether the decision was a good one.. The chauvenist in me shines through, I know.. Deal with it.
Watching Cinderella Man (for the 2nd time) tonight, I was awe struck by the way Renee Zellweger's character stood by her man, the way she supported and expressed her belief in her man's ability. Almost made you wish you lived back in those days, when women were less assertive, more attentive, less combative, more submissive, less "all-knowing", more respectful, etc, etc.. A woman who dismisses, humiliates, restricts, impedes, or otherwise just dis-believes in her man's dreams, goals and ambitions, is just spreading poison in her own garden, killing the harvest never mind reaping it... There was a line in the movie spoken by Jimmy's manager's wife which rang so true:
"...We have to wait for them to fix everything. And every day... they feel like they're failing us..."And this just choked me up with... I don't know.. Jealousy?:
Zellweger: "You can't win without me behind you."
Crowe: "That's what I've been trying to tell you."
It's 3:00 am and I should be asleep. My race begins in 6-1/2 hours. Don't know why I got up in the first place except that my stomach was growling for some food, and my mind heavy with a fog which I needed to clear... Good night.
23 June 2006
The weekend is here, not a moment too soon. I am on the edge of an abyss known as burn-out and people at work who KNOW I am deprived of a vacation for the past 13 months seem to be doing the only thing which makes them feel better about their pitiful selves: exploit weakness. I won't name names. They know who they are and their lack of a spine has been duly noted...
My ankle seems much better. I rode on the bike path yesterday after work. Caught up to a person who used to race long ago. This injury has stolen a lot of strength from me because I was out of breath by the time I caught this 'has-been' fellow with the bike from the 1980s.. We chatted for a few miles while he had me pegged in 'half wheel hell'. Surprised me really. I've either lost a lot of form, very suddenly, or the ankle has really sucked my energy.. I've been training on my racing wheels for a few weeks. With my training wheels on yesterday (they're much heavier, clinchers instead of tubular tires) it felt like I had two flats. Proves that $1000 wheels with $100 tires are worth the dough..
Today we picked the colors for the cabinets, carpet, granite counters of our new condo.. What a thrill to see a brand new home being constructed for you before your eyes.. No offers on this place yet, though. Tomorrow we meet a new realtor who comes highly recommended. It will be sad to let our current agent go. He's done all he could for the past ten months, except SELL! It's time for some new blood to give it a try.
I'm all signed up for Sunday's Cox Charities race in downtown Providence- the masters 35+ event. Looks like rain on Sunday will make it a dangerous and frightening race. The field limit of 125 riders has been filled I believe. That's the equivalent of 20,000 pounds of flesh and metal flying around a one mile course doing 30 mph. In a span of about 50 minutes, an aggregate 125,000 calories will be expended. 125 hearts will each beat a total of about 8000 times, 1 million beats all-together. Wish me and my heart and my legs and my ankle good luck. I'd like to go to work Monday without a new injury to explain..
22 June 2006
We're also debating whether we should allow any use of the Turkish language, or whether we should allow casual conversation and discussion...
It's pretty clear that everyone marches to a different drum beat. What's great about the past couple of days is that all or most of our core blogging members are throwing their hats in the ring, showing some of their true colors for a change. (I don't mean that in a bad way at all)
Regrettably, we lost a member or two in the fall-out, and there is one in particular who I hope will return to us.
Membership is open to anyone, whether you are a blogger or not:
Don't be a weenie. Join now and see if our content pleases you.
21 June 2006
19 June 2006
The moral of the story is this: ALWAYS wear those damn steel toe boots, no matter what! They might have saved my ankle from getting so twisted..
18 June 2006
Here's a cool picture my cousin Serkay Sert took of the field- I'm in blue and yellow, yellow bike. I'm off to Wells Ave! Happy Father's Day!
16 June 2006
15 June 2006
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09 June 2006
Last night I wore my Polar heart rate monitor to bed and recorded my heartbeat for the night. This morning when I checked the results, the average heart rate during my sleep was 58, and for much of the time, my heart rate was in the 48-52 range. It spiked about 6-8 times to the 70s for whatever reason... One intersting thing I noticed is that in the hour or so after I hit the 'snooze' button on the alarm clock, my heart rate dropped noticably lower. Why am I not surprised?
So hopefully I've explained why a lower heart rate is a desirable result of fitness training for any athlete. In addition to being an overall indication of fitness, it's also a good way to judge whether an athlete is rested or over-trained. An elevated resting heart rate means the body is tired and/or in repair from the 'controlled injury' which is inflicted in training.
08 June 2006
06 June 2006
Mother also faces charges in scheme to bilk investors
Tuesday, June 6, 2006; Posted: 6:52 p.m. EDT (22:52 GMT)
NEW HAVEN, Connecticut (AP) -- A former New York University student pleaded guilty to bank and wire fraud Tuesday, admitting he used his student ID and expertly forged documents to pose as the heir to a billionaire Turkish family and trick investors into pouring millions into a nonexistent hedge fund. Full article
I've struck gold!: Mommy's Little Con Man
05 June 2006
04 June 2006
02 June 2006
"Yeah, I just catch myself wonderin, waitin, worryin
About some silly little things that dont add up to nothin."