<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 03:24:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>PurePoison</title><description>"Traume nicht Dein Leben, sondern lebe Deine Traume!"</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-1173194817595361400</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T16:07:30.468-08:00</atom:updated><title>On how important friends are...</title><description>Thought this article was quite interesting... love the way the author can write in such an amusing way about such a sad topic...&lt;br /&gt;Being from a divided country (Yes, the Czech Republic and Slovakia are both all independent now!! What a big impact that had on my life... [very very sarcastic tone just cause a great number of people I meet cannot wrap their heads around the complete lack of fighting we did against each other]) Having one's own piece of land (or not giving a piece up for someone else) is a big issue but I still find it sad that people need to kill each other over these things while &lt;strong&gt;it's apparently all about "...a lot of patience and the right friends" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to Start Your Own Country in Four Easy Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Joshua Keating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Kosovo unilaterally declaring independence and a host of wannabe states looking to follow its lead, you might be thinking it’s about time to set up your own country. You’ve picked out a flag, written a national anthem, even printed up money with your face on it. But what’s the next step? Creating a new country isn’t as easy as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1: Make sure you are eligible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As tempting as it might be to declare your cubicle a sovereign state, customary international law actually does specify minimum standards for statehood.&lt;br /&gt;You must have a defined territory.&lt;br /&gt;You must have a permanent population.&lt;br /&gt;You must have a government.&lt;br /&gt;Your government must be capable of interacting with other states. (This one is somewhat controversial. It was included as a qualification in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yale.edu/lawweb/avalon/intdip/interam/intam03.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the 1933 Montevideo Convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, which established the United States’ “good neighbor” policy of nonintervention in Latin America, but is generally not recognized as international law.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2: Declare independence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congratulations on joining the ranks of Transnistria, Somaliland, and a host of other countries that won’t be marching at the Olympics anytime soon. Just because you’ve met the qualifications and declared yourself independent doesn’t mean that you’re going to be taken seriously. Even the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sealandgov.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Principality of Sealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;—located on a 10,000-square-foot platform in the North Sea—has tried with mixed success to claim sovereignty under these qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;However, now that your state is established, there are certain benefits you can expect, even if you’re not recognized by anyone. “Once an entity has established itself as a de facto state, it will benefit from territorial integrity and certain guarantees of sovereignty,” says Stefan Talmon, professor of public international law at Oxford University and author of Recognition in International Law. “For instance, now that Kosovo is established as a state, Serbia can no longer freely attack it to bring it back into Serbia. It benefits from the prohibition of the use of force under the U.N. Charter.” These rules were established during the Cold War to protect new states that were not yet recognized by one bloc or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3: Get recognized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s not much point in having your own country unless other countries acknowledge your existence. International recognition is what gives a country legitimacy in the international community and what ultimately distinguishes the New Zealands of the world from the Nagorno-Karabakhs. Naturally, though, the established countries are going to take some convincing. “Recognition is quite complicated because it combines international law and international politics,” Talmon says. “Some people say that recognition is a purely political act. It is at the discretion of existing states whether they recognize, so there is no right to recognition.”&lt;br /&gt;This was especially true during the Cold War, when the national legitimacy of North and South Vietnam, North and South Korea, and East and West Germany depended on which side you asked. Even today, a number of entities are recognized as states by some countries, but not by others. Palestine, Taiwan, and Northern Cyprus fall into this category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The United States has no official policy on what is required for recognition, according to its State Department. Instead, the decision to recognize a state is made by the president. Then the president decides whether to establish diplomatic relations with the state based on U.S. national interests. There’s no cookie-cutter approach, so when you ask for recognition, be sure to explain how your independence will be good for America. In the old days, proving your anti-communist cred was usually good enough. Today, U.S. strategic priorities are a bit more complex, though as Kosovo proves, ticking off the Russians still helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4: Join the club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since its founding in 1945, membership in the United Nations has become the gold standard of international legitimacy. “When you are admitted to the U.N, that’s a form of approval,” Talmon says. “It’s like a stamp [that says] you are now a full member of the international community.”&lt;br /&gt;Applying for U.N. membership is a breeze. According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/ga/ropga_adms.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U.N. rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, all you need to do is write a letter to the secretary-general requesting membership. These letters are remarkably short and simple. For a handy template, check out the successful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/files/montenegro_application.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;application of Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, the United Nations’ most recent member.&lt;br /&gt;You can mail your application to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban Ki-moonSecretary-General&lt;br /&gt;The United Nations&lt;br /&gt;First Ave. at 46th St.&lt;br /&gt;New York, NY 10017&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the hard part. The Security Council must refer you to the General Assembly, which must determine by a two-thirds majority that you are a “peace-loving state” that can carry out the duties of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.un.org/aboutun/charter/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U.N. Charter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It’s probably not even worth trying this unless you’ve completed step 3. A number of unrecognized states have applied for U.N. recognition over the years, including American-Indian tribes, but without the credibility bestowed by bilateral recognition, these applications are usually just filed away.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest obstacle to U.N. membership is power politics. Neither North nor South Korea got U.N. membership until 1991 because of vetoes by one bloc or another during the Cold War. Even today, Russia’s veto on the Security Council will probably prevent Kosovo from gaining a seat at the table anytime soon. The Republic of China, a.k.a. Taiwan, was one of the founding members of the United Nations and once had a “permanent” seat on the Security Council. But Taiwan was booted out in favor of the People’s Republic of China in 1971, after U.S. President Richard Nixon decided to cozy up to Beijing. The Taiwanese government has applied for membership every year since 1993, but to no avail. The United Nations didn’t even bother to open Taiwan’s most recent letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you can see, the point at which a territory officially becomes a country is very much in the eyes of the beholder. International recognition can be an elusive prize. The good news? The longer you wait, the better your chances become. In international law, which is often based on custom, the longer you can maintain your de facto sovereignty, the more likely you are to be accepted. (Unless, of course, you’re Taiwan.)&lt;br /&gt;The strength of Kosovo’s bid for independence from Serbia is based largely on the fact that it has, for all intents and purposes, been independent for almost a decade. In a more extreme example, the 900-year-old Sovereign Order of Malta has diplomatic relations with 100 countries and observer status at the United Nations even though its entire territory is contained in a few buildings in Rome. So don’t be discouraged. Starting your own country isn’t impossible. It’s just going to require a lot of patience and the right friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(From Foreign Policy, February 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-1173194817595361400?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-how-important-friends-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-4413578697185365721</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-02T04:56:50.471-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Here is a poem for you, just so that your homepage wldn't keep on being the same and as a little reminder of that one day in Prague....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD TWO BEERS AT THE “LITTLE GREEN TREE”...&lt;br /&gt;at once feeling better, all seems quite real to me&lt;br /&gt;the mirage of the Castle is particularly tenable today&lt;br /&gt;across the Charles Bridge, only the stars know where to, I stumble on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes counting to ten&lt;br /&gt;all, even the semblance of the Little Quarter roofs, fizzled out by then&lt;br /&gt;and the bridge shrank into a single thread in a magnified net&lt;br /&gt;chasm all around, banks nowhere to be met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. Krchovsky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Not exactly what I wanted but it's nearly impossible to find Czech poetry translated into English online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-4413578697185365721?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-so-ur-homepage-wldnt-keep-on-being.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-2848238659077172240</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-08T07:00:43.550-07:00</atom:updated><title>THE CORPORATION</title><description>Full length movie about the power and impact of corporations. Though everyone pretty much knows these facts, it's important to see a powerful summary like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www12.alluc.org/alluc/documentaries.html?action=getviewcategory&amp;category_uid=5750"&gt;"The Corporation"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me remember why I wanna do development work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-2848238659077172240?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2007/08/corporation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-3411509917685758093</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-10T12:30:29.340-07:00</atom:updated><title>Iran</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RmxNyedyGlI/AAAAAAAAABo/9CJV6hbs7wo/s1600-h/n515971283_57226_9067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074516409706486354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RmxNyedyGlI/AAAAAAAAABo/9CJV6hbs7wo/s400/n515971283_57226_9067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I visited Iran. It was an amazing trip. I guess I was most suprised about how 'European' the country felt (I realize it's a completely insensitive statement but I am European, so I'm allowed). It was clean, comfortable, green, relatively organized (and where it wasn't everyone behaved in a synchronized disorganized way.) The beauty of the Iranian nature is breathtaking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted my pix on the following web pages, they speak for all the words I can possibly write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2311&amp;l=bc3d1&amp;id=515971283"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRAN, part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2314&amp;l=bdea0&amp;amp;id=515971283"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRAN, part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2316&amp;l=4ff75&amp;amp;id=515971283"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRAN, part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2317&amp;l=b6d2e&amp;amp;id=515971283"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRAN, part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later received a joke about Iran, I thought it was especially funny cause it came from an Iranian friend of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY OF WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa , half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe , well developed and open to trade, especially for s om eone with cash&lt;br /&gt;- Between 31 and 35, a woman is like India , very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;- Between 36 and 40, a woman is like France , gently aging but still warm and a desirable place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;- Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain , With a glorious and all conquering past.&lt;br /&gt;- Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Yugoslavia , lost the war and haunted by past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;- Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Russia , very wide with borders now unpatrolled&lt;br /&gt;- After 70, she becomes Tibet . Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages...only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GEOGRAPHY OF MEN&lt;br /&gt;- Between 1 and 70, a man is like &lt;strong&gt;Iran&lt;/strong&gt; . Ruled by a Dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-3411509917685758093?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2007/06/iran.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RmxNyedyGlI/AAAAAAAAABo/9CJV6hbs7wo/s72-c/n515971283_57226_9067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-443570950109433715</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-03T06:12:04.693-07:00</atom:updated><title>my first publication, continued...</title><description>Thanks everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am capable of writing a journal article I am somehow not capable of downloading it on my blog, I'm not even sure if it's possible. &lt;a href="http://www.mepc.org/journal_vol14/0703_tekin.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the best I can do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-443570950109433715?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-publication-continued.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-4634411493238140345</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-25T17:25:03.274-07:00</atom:updated><title>my first publication :)</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fist publication in a journal just came out. Although it's likely not interesting to anyone who isn't dying to find out about the geopolitical importance of Turkey, I decided I need to brag about it a little since it's my first one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TURKEY’S GEOPOLITICAL ROLE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE ENERGY ANGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and was published in &lt;strong&gt;MIDDLE EAST POLICY&lt;/strong&gt;, VOL. XIV, NO. 1, SRING 2007 by Middle East Policy Council&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-4634411493238140345?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-publication.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-909262584481439803</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-25T17:11:54.368-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kappadokya</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently took a weekend trip to Cappadocia, which is only a couple hours away from Ankara. I can't believe I haven't been there yet, it's quite amazing... It's a huge area of really interesting nature with lovely little Turkish towns scattered among these strange volcanic rock formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBrsvJZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I1qhyJcTH_0/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046003757746840978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBrsvJZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I1qhyJcTH_0/s400/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All this formed thanks to the snow-covered volcano in the background, Erciyes Dagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBO8vJZXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tz9MwBrHP0I/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046003263825601906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBO8vJZXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tz9MwBrHP0I/s400/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kappadokiya, like many places in this area, has an enormous history. It has been inhabited for thousands of years. There were the Hatti, the Hittites (around 2000BC), the Persians, it was fought for by Alexander the Great, it was a Roman province, it was ruled by the Selcuk Turks, Mongols and the Ottomans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBgMvJZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/E_4PUOJZ3Rs/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046003560178345346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBgMvJZYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/E_4PUOJZ3Rs/s400/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of the strange rocks have been inhibited for thousands of years and still are today. The little towns generally have a huge rock in the center, it is full of tunels and is called castle. In some way it would have been easier to just build a castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatelly the rocks are apparently cancerous and the ratio of people with cancer in this area is much higher than elsewhere in Turkey. Despite this, many people continue living in their traditional way inside of these rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcCo8vJZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QX-Sgp3bMOI/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046004810013828530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcCo8vJZbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QX-Sgp3bMOI/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcEgMvJZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3eFfXJ-mfJA/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046006858713228738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcEgMvJZcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3eFfXJ-mfJA/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cappadocia was always a rather out of the way place, no great empires were ever particularly interested in more than trading routes going through the area. This neglect, combined with the influence of an important east-west trading route, meant that number of faiths, creeds and philosophies were allowed to flourish here. One of these was Christianity. It was introduced here in the first century. In order to protect themselves from Arab invasions, the Christians carved out into these rocks dwelling places for whole communities. These included houses, churches, monasteries.. I am standing in one such church on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcGQ8vJZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sMbngoG3NcE/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046008795743479250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcGQ8vJZdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sMbngoG3NcE/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kappadokiya means "land of well-bred horses" in Hittite. I haven't really seen many horses (except for the ones for the turists standing right next to the very out of place camels). What is more interesting about the Hittites however is that in their time Cappadocia became a wine producing region (says the Rough Guide to Turkey) and remained so until today. The wine and the local food were great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really drive in Turkey because I am not so good at it in general and in Turkey driving is especially scary. I have been driving more lately but this trip definitely made a difference and I am actually capable of driving in Turkish cities now :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcB7svJZaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/txkwpFlRaNM/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046004032624747938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcB7svJZaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/txkwpFlRaNM/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-909262584481439803?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2007/03/kappadokya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uZIp0cpAaEQ/RgcBrsvJZZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/I1qhyJcTH_0/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-116593558366494451</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-12T10:48:46.896-08:00</atom:updated><title>Light a candle...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Bristol-Myers Squibb, the pharmaceutical monolith that charges nearly $1000 for a 30 day supply of one of its HIV/AIDS medications, is donating $1 to the National AIDS Fund for each person who simply visits their website and "virtually lights a candle."the tally is over 850,000 right now. Please take a minute to "light a candle": all you have to do is click on the link below or copy and paste this link to your browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lighttounite.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.lighttounite.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5671/829/1600/577067/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5671/829/320/293010/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a second to help a little... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-116593558366494451?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/12/light-candle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-116344388578001710</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 18:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-13T10:51:25.890-08:00</atom:updated><title>on morality</title><description>"It is not enough either to devise a morality that will allow the human race simply to survive. Survival is an evil when it entails existing in a state of wretchedness. Intrinsic to survival and continuation is felicity/pleasure. Pleasure has been much maligned, diminished by philosophers and conquerors as a value for the timid, the small-minded and the self-indulgent. "Virtue" too often involves the renunciation of pleasure in the name of some higher purpose, a purpose that involves power (for men) or sacrifice (for women). Pleasure is described as shallow and frivolous in a world of high-minded, serious purpose. But pleasure does not exclude serious pursuits or intentions, indeed, it is found in them, and it is the only real reason for staying alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French, Marilyn (1985). Beyond Power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-116344388578001710?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-morality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-116308314954205788</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-09T06:39:09.590-08:00</atom:updated><title>Where does power actually lie...</title><description>According to Foucault, Berlant and others we are all overpowered by a discourse, by a system of meanings, which we exchange, perpetuate and share. When I say a word, make a sign or send any other kind of another signal, everyone who shares my system of meanings (or values) will understand what I mean and such sign will evoke the same kinds of associations this sign evokes in me and therefore this other person will perpetuate the discourse we are both part of. Even people who don't agree with the sign or word I pass on understand it and even by protesting it, they are still a part of the discourse I am part of. Although terrorists might protest America and its values, they are part of the same discourse. Although I might not agree with the way women are treated by the society, I am still part of the same discourse as the society.&lt;br /&gt;According to the shared system of meanings, according to this discourse we are all part of, we create our own identities. I as well as my society understands what it means when I say that I am a woman, that I am a student, a doughter. This is an identity I created according to the discourse I am embedded in and all others who are part of this discourse understand what I mean and associate simmilar kinds of things as I do with my identity. It is common then to ask me what I study, whether I have a boyfriend, if I am married, to expact me to get married and have children etc.&lt;br /&gt;Being a part of a discourse means being a part of a huge inescapable power machinery that is completely imagined and in which noone is the holder of the power. It's something like the world in the Matrix excapt without the machines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-116308314954205788?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-does-power-actually-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-115280343982101583</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-13T08:14:13.873-07:00</atom:updated><title>Few contemporary Turkish poems I enjoyed...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazil Husnu Daglarca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To double the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TAKEN BUT NOT GIVEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hills and rocks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;left you to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall not have anyone have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not even God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT COMES AND GOES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It comes and goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till nights turn into down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sleeplessness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To your beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INSIDE AND OUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Why are we separated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By houses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And come together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melih Cevdet Anday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE MOMENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The road is lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As if there is no death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Necati Cumali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A FEAR AMONG FEARS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For three days I looked forward to Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Till Sunday you had said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Believe me for three days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I longed for nothing but Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Could neither sleep nor work well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Till Sunday I said and waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sunday morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A fear among fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Played havoc with my joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What if you are not the one I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What if you are not the one I crave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-115280343982101583?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-contemporary-turkish-poems-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-115136061782078308</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-26T15:38:58.806-07:00</atom:updated><title>Reality in photography</title><description>A couple years ago I went to photo exhibition in London by Sebastiago Salgado. His photographs were from various parts of developing world, full of misery and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/093rwanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/093rwanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this kind of photography is chilling and in no way pleasant, I very much enjoy such photographs; they bring the world closer, they make me feel the world to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/026rwanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/026rwanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have visited quite a number of photography exhibitions with a simmilar theme, however, this particular one really stuck with me, I am not sure if it was because of a mood I was in at the moment but these photographs seemed to breath the desperate feelings of the people and places portrayed right at the viewer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/s11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/s11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/02s_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/02s_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exhibition was so sad and it seemed, as it seems in all of these exhibitions, that there is no happiness, not even a momentary smile in the lives of these people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-115136061782078308?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/06/reality-in-photography.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-115135756739256411</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-26T17:23:34.963-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Then recently I went to a photography exhibition &lt;a href="http://www.cemboyner-uzakyakin.com"&gt;"The Distant Near"&lt;/a&gt; here in Ankara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/normal_Cem-Boyner008.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px" height="414" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/normal_Cem-Boyner008.2.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consisted mainly of photographs from Subsaharan Africa, but, although full of reality, this exhibition was full of color and even happiness and beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/normal_Cem-Boyner018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/normal_Cem-Boyner018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/2_639_NU493wbLru-165x165.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/2_639_NU493wbLru-165x165.4.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that there is much comparison between the people or places portrayed except for the fact that they all come from one region in the world, but I just enjoyed the fact that this last exhibition showed the reality of the ordinary people of these regions quite differently. Although it is neccessary to see both sides of their reality, it is nice to see them for once as people, not just as a mass of unimaginable suffering...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/2_617_Hnz42iamlh-165x165.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-115135756739256411?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/06/then-recently-i-went-to-photography.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-115109180726369749</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-23T12:43:27.276-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Different view of Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/modern%20istanbul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/modern%20istanbul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-115109180726369749?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-view-of-istanbul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-115108774967218365</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-23T11:38:33.716-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Not to offend anyone, but I just got this joke from a friend and thought others should be able to laugh at it as well.. &lt;br /&gt;I figured that more open minded guys would enjoy it too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/ATT000571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/ATT000571.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-115108774967218365?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-to-offend-anyone-but-i-just-got.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-114747431425624226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-14T17:06:23.673-07:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Break in Turkey</title><description>Turkey is great, cause the South gets warm enough pretty early in the year, so that a March spring break can be a good time for a summer vacation. This spring break I did some travelling and some hanging out on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/A1%20Kemer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/A1%20Kemer.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we spent time in and around Alanya, enjoying the city and the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/A4%20Alanya.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/A4%20Alanya.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/B7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/B7.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Pamukkale for a few days, which was unfortunatelly not as interesting as I expected, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/C2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/C2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely enjoyed the ancient history the place has to offer more than the natural beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/C9%20Antalya%20with%20the%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/C9%20Antalya%20with%20the%20girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent a day in Antalya hanging out on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/D2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/D4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/D4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/E3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/E3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/E8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/E8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/F8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/F8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent time near Antalya, the mountains and the sea around there are beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/F9%20watching%20the%20eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/F9%20watching%20the%20eclipse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/G1%20eclipse.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/G1%20eclipse.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-114747431425624226?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/05/spring-break-in-turkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-114682409575342794</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2006 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-07T08:19:59.230-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lesson in real life politics</title><description>Being a IR student in Turkey with a concetration on the European Union, I went to one of our voluntary (but if you don't come we'll cut your paycheck) seminars today conducted by visiting members of EU-Turkey parliamentary committee. In many ways that sounds like a pretty boring thing to do on a sunny Friday but I figured that it might be interesting to listen to and be able to ask questions the people who have so much power over the European continent and therefore my life in many ways. I keep on learning about the procedures in the EU but this was a chance to actually experience them in some way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After some rhetorical introductory remarks, the question period started. It seemed meaningful until about two minutes into the discussion when any question asked was usually completely turned around and answered by some kind of a rhetoric that the particular politician had on his agenda. This course of proceedings was cheerfully supported by many students who tried to push their frustrations about Cyprus and the Turkish position on the Cypriot representatives, who with straight faces continued to go on within their rhetoric mostly ignoring what was actually asked. To be fair to the Cypriots though, they weren't an exception; this was the way all the committee members "answered" the questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing got even more embarrassing (yes, I was just one person involuntarily sitting in the audience, nevertheless even I was embarrassed) when the committee members started attacking each other with their differing agendas and rhetorics and tried to take as much time as they could to speak, insult one another etc., some even spoke at the same time, all trying to be lauder than the others. Eventually, attacking even the chair of our department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was simply embarrassing. However, I wouldn't say it was useless. If this is what it means to be in politics then I absolutely have to stay as far away from anything resembling politics as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this all was going on, one of their main points (it seemed) was that the Europeans and the Turks have to understand each other in order to get along. Such an assertion seemed rather ironic seeing that even these few guys, who should be the first in such efforts, cannot understand each other, or even have enough courtesy to try. Seeing all this a sad realization came to my mind: if even people who represent us and were in some way (the democratic deficit is still there) chosen by us to pursue this issue and bring it to a successful end, teaching both sides about the benefits of a Turkish membership and a happy and peaceful coexistence, cannot get along, how would it be possible that anyone ever gets along? How will whole countries in the EU or in the world ever be able to peacefully get along coexist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-114682409575342794?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/05/lesson-in-real-life-politics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-114488163421878809</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-12T16:59:02.150-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Great Bodrum Vacation</title><description>This is sooo late, I know but I just came again across Nikki's blog and realized that I made the mistake of not having anything about this vacation on my blog, which I definitely need to correct no matter when. And besides it gives a great summer/vacation feeling!&lt;br /&gt;Since Nikki wrote it so wonderfully I thoguht it would be best to just post a link to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikki.nomadlife.org/2005/12/turkey-diamond-in-rough-best-summer.aspx"&gt;Turkey, A Diamond in the Rough: The Best Summer Vacation of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And add some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-114488163421878809?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-bodrum-vacation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-114487306391622575</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-04-12T13:17:43.933-07:00</atom:updated><title>A spring view of Istanbul</title><description>Yet another blog about Istanbul - I guess I keep myself sane in this country with these thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks ago I was sitting on the bus, annoyed by all the possible Turkish habits that are so aggravating, encountered especially when traveling with one of those cheap bus companies. I was pissed, the bus, already running about an hour delay, wasn't about to move because the staff was looking for extra passengers. On top of that I was about to be taken to one of my currently least favorite places. The cold place, where I managed to completely forget why it is that I have ever liked and been fascinated by this country. I wasn't happy at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I looked outside, it was sunny, about 15 degrees, one could already feel signs of spring in the air. Across the dirty, crowded bus station, I could see the Bosphorus and the other shore, the view was amazing. Actually every view in Istanbul is fascinating. There are those obvious ones, the Bosphorus, Topkapi across the Golden Horn, Galata tower at night etc. etc. But then there are also those views of scenes in the city in front of one's eyes at every moment and yet so fascinating. I often find myself watching the chaos of the city, the houses built with no sense of planning or order, the people among them, the colorful crowds, the chaotic traffic in the tiny streets that have been here for hundreds and more years, the covered women carrying around their babies, the men sitting, drinking tea, the bakkals on the street corners, the street sellers' of everything possible shouts into the crowds, the peaceful silence when fishing in the middle of the Bosphorus, the solitude and greatness of the ancient mosques, the secrets hidden in little streets deep inside of Istanbul's old districts... I think about all these things and I begin to feel much better. There is something mystical, clear, ordinary and yet so special, indescribable about this place. I could walk this city for years and I would always feel the magic of it around me, always discover something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize again, after quite a long time, that I love the way I feel here, I love discovering all the strange, unknown and amazing. I love this city, country and I can learn so much from it. I love living here, learning about its present and its past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I wouldn’t forget about this passion when in my current place of residence in Turkey, which, often full of the worst Turkish habits, seems to try to deny that fact that it is in fact in Turkey, a place that tries so hard (and with the worst success) to appear prestigious and American. How am I to learn what I came here to learn and love the learning when most of what's amazing and fascinating about Turkey stays forcefully shut outside of this place's door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-114487306391622575?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-view-of-istanbul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-114064965015581882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-23T11:31:16.666-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Meatrix - take the red pill....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/topright-action-welcome.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/400/topright-action-welcome.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meatrix is all around you. It is the story about where our meat products really come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I posted a link to a story about animal products we consume, which is summed up pretty well by this short movie. I am not trying to excessively promote being vegetarian but I think it's good if everyone is aware of the facts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the MEATRIX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themeatrix.com"&gt;NOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-114064965015581882?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/02/meatrix-take-red-pill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-114053715627199927</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-21T08:34:47.920-08:00</atom:updated><title>My month at home and around there</title><description>January was a semester break for Bilkent, so I travelled first to Istanbul, then home and then a bit around there. It was actually quite a busy break but I managed to do quite a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/Typical%20Friday%20Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/Typical%20Friday%20Night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying a good-bye (which turned out not to be so final) to Nikki and hang out with many other ppl I haven't managed to see for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I boarded my plane to Prague, first celebrated new year's with some old friends there and then it was just the right time for Christmas, which my family decided to postpone so I could make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after X-mas, Andreas came and we went skiing/snowboarding together in the Czech Republic for a few days, as usually, I don't have any pictures, but he was great and managed to learn really fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a few days time to see friends, visit doctors, do shopping, until I went skiing again, this time with my family to Tatras mountains in Slovakia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/PCDV0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/PCDV0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother and I on the slope. I definitely dont look particularly in but it was really cold so I had to wear my mom's coat the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I was on my way to Germany, spent a great week there with Andreas and saw few other good friends I havent seen for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/Bild%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/Bild%20036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was one more weekend of skiing, snowboarding and a lot of partying in the Austrian Alps with some extended family and some friends and right afterwards I was again on my way back to Ankara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-114053715627199927?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-month-at-home-and-around-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-113888686665941714</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-21T06:52:24.586-08:00</atom:updated><title>An obsertvation form Prague</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/Narodni%20divadlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/320/Narodni%20divadlo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I went to Prague. Although I havent spent as much time there as I would have wanted to, during the few days I was able to walk around the city, I realized what I am missing in Ankara. I miss culture. One of the aspects why the atmosphere in Ankara is not one of a cultured European city, like it is in Prague and other European capitals, is that culture and cultural events are generally missing in Ankara. I realize that most of the city of Ankara is not historical therefore the atmosphere that surrounds one cannot be the same as it is in other places. However, in Ankara there is also a relative lack of posters, billboards, invitations to a range of cultural events of all kinds that fill all possible spaces on buldings, in subways, on tram and bus stops.... I love reading those when walking around Prague. For some months there was even a series in the Prague subways, which displayed poetry to the passengers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/1600/ticketart_logo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5671/829/200/ticketart_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered about this in front of few Turks and their response is that&lt;br /&gt;"the Turks are not cultured people"&lt;br /&gt;...quite a sad conclusion given Turkey's past full of rich history and culture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-113888686665941714?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2006/02/obsertvation-form-prague.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-113557914721399643</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-25T22:39:07.216-08:00</atom:updated><title>Living on Çubuk Kraker in the Bilkent Social Sciences Building: A Constructivist Approach</title><description>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81454133@N00/77466159/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/38/77466159_200231c61e_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="Çubuk Kraker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;		&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81454133@N00/77466159/"&gt;Çubuk Kraker&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81454133@N00/"&gt;ivuskawalterova&lt;/a&gt;.	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Ale told me this was unlikely to be funny to anyone who hasn't suffered our pain but I still wanted to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending the past two or so weeks, which included days like Christmas Eve, basically living in this office eating only Çubuk Kraker (that's a really gross Turkish light cracker, which has no taste but little less calories than all the other very rich sweets around here), drinking Diet Pepsi and showering only occassionaly cause I had no time to go home at all, I am completly exhausted. I feel like I have absorbed all the knowledge that Turkish universities teach in the undergraduate education in the past few days. I became a liberal, occassionally even realist, feminist, almost vegetarian and finally constructivist... Although I am not sure if we ourselves really contruct the reality, others do, unneccessarily too harsh reality, but I still haven't found out how to escape the one that has been constructed for me, although figuring that out is a never-ending quest of a constructivist... Anyway after I go home and get some sleep I will be amazingly happy cause I actually made it through this, finished all that had to be finished, I am done with half of my classes and about to start a break during which I will make up for the missed Christmas, family time, privacy and the time with my dear Andy &lt;br /&gt;So after all maybe the reality is OK, although perhaps I shouldn't live just in my own satisfied world and start changing things by, for example, becoming a vegetarian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to almost becoming a vegetarian: I have been sent some articles to read for fun in between my studies by my friendly neighbor across the hallway who has shared the pain of the past few weeks with me (thank you for being there Ale!) and is quite environmentally aware, here is one: http://www.emagazine.com/view/?142 &lt;br /&gt;This article is very sad and serious and really makes one think but I had to laugh finding myself among the few percent who state that their reason for being vegetarian is economic...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-113557914721399643?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-on-ubuk-kraker-in-bilkent_25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-113510148785351286</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-20T09:58:07.853-08:00</atom:updated><title>Be thankful!</title><description>I have been extremly busy in the past few weeks, living in the office drinking soda and eating gross fat free crackers from the machine, getting quite desparate...a friend of mine sent me this piece of wisdom to cheer me up, to give me support and thoughts as he said (or maybe to make me stop complaining:)&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason it was sent, it is true, but, engrossed in my frustrations, failures and fears, I so often forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thankful&lt;br /&gt;By Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire.&lt;br /&gt;If you did, what would there be to look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you don't know something,&lt;br /&gt;for it gives you the opportunity to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;During those times you grow.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your limitations,&lt;br /&gt;because they give you opportunities for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for each new challenge,&lt;br /&gt;because it will build your strength and character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;They will teach you valuable lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you're tired and weary,&lt;br /&gt;because it means you've made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to be thankful for the good things.&lt;br /&gt;A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who&lt;br /&gt;are also thankful for the setbacks.&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,&lt;br /&gt;and they can become your blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-113510148785351286?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2005/12/be-thankful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10622217.post-113506049778941788</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-10T01:42:44.176-08:00</atom:updated><title>Istanbul en guzel sehir</title><description>&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81454133@N00/75481740/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/75481740_2706025132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/81454133@N00/75481740/"&gt;Istanbul en guzel bir sehir&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/81454133@N00/"&gt;ivuskawalterova&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;I miss seeing Istanbul every morning after I wake up... I especially loved the morning bus rides from Besiktas to Taksim to work or driving across the bridge in the evening right before sunset or watching the mosques across the Golden Horn during the evening call for prayer, when the voices of the muezzins filled the warm evening air...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10622217-113506049778941788?l=ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ivuskawalterova.blogspot.com/2005/12/istanbul-en-guzel-sehir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ivuska)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>