disappearing stone

that's an old one; from October; 2nd district

the stone had such a presence

it spoke to me

weirdly enough

the next day i could not see it

snow topped beer

beer at Prater with Dani

i am just so lucky to have met Dani

she is a share-r by heart

as i make a small plastirin sculpture of the fake Russian Marco Polo

snow in glass; snow outside the window

this is in december

christmas dinner & a night's walk before chrsitmas

the pink on her cheeks give us pure joy; neverending games she comes up with every second

nordpol, christmas dinner

christmas dinner at Nordpol; 2nd district

nordpol: want to go there again. i love this place somehow.

walking from pratern to kardinal nagel platz

breakfast of champions

longest breakfast in Wien so far; with Regina, Lena and Lerna; the 2nd district...

talking politics. thanks soo much Regina & LErna & Lena! was a lovely day!

also provocative in terms of going back to the revolutions in Turkey.

yes;

Women in Turkey were granted voting rights in 1926

and in the bathroom there were excerpts from a story. what was that? i need a better memory stick.

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"We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane."

kurt vonnegut, breakfast of champions

A longing to wander tears my heart

near karmeliterplatz; 2nd district

in front of the akademie, schillerplatz; 1st district

3rd district; near kardinal nagl platz

on the way back from the Gloriette, it was already dark. just stood still by the trees along the road. stood still and thanked the trees for their beauty. stood still and i watched and listened and smelled. shut my eyes and i could see. i cried to the beauty -to the presence- of the trees that day. a winter night i cried to the beauty of the trees. the trunks. the branches. the roots. leaves. slight movements in tune with the wind. i was seeing the trees these trees for the first time in my life. fascinating. fascinating. absolutely fascinating. imagined the fluid exchange between the earth and the veins of the tree. imagined the trees breathing. i thanked them for the air. for the freshness in the air. i cried to the stillness of the trees. to the silent witnesses of history.

(this was after our conversation with franziska at yak&yeti. she suggested that i go to the zoo and to the gloriette. i did so. )

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Hietzing is the 13th municipal District of Vienna (German: 13. Bezirk, Hietzing). It is located west of the central districts, west ofMeidling.^[2] Hietzing is a heavily populated urban area with many residential buildings, but also contains large areas of the Vienna Woods, along with Schönbrunn Palace.^[1][2]

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"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

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When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. (... ) Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness."
— Hermann Hesse

busyy bee, that's me / sounds of the city

busy busy day.

finally i am home; and still need to work more. this is something other than a need; a passion i guess. so curious what will come out of these sound recordings, notes, and drawings.

so i guess now i need to make a schedule. i am terrible with schedules. yet always enjoy the challenge. so since making a schedule is a challenge, i should also enjoy that...

i am in love with the ZOOM sound recorder. I went to many spots, recorded all kinds (not all but many) kinds of sounds that i had an intuition i would use in trhe video and the animation. and also, when i am back in istanbul, it will be lovely to listen to the sounds. sounds are more real than pictures. somehow. they live in the present tense.

i sat among a group of birds. pigeons. they were not afraid of me. they came near my feet, my bag. they were busy trying to eat the pieces of dry bread. "dry": at that moment i could not remember this word. i said "solid." but anyways, i thought i was recording, but as it turns out, i did not record. you have to push twice. and i pushed only once on the record button. yes, the perfect way to learn is to make mistakes; is to fail!

kings of convenience sings that well:

Failure is always the best way to learn,
Retracing your steps untill you know,
Have no fear your wounds will heal.

bugun ses çekimi yaptım sokaklarda. kuş kanatları sesleri çektiğimi sandım ama meğer makinayı kullanmayı bilememişim çekmemiş. neyse . başka sesler çektim. yarın artık bi daha denicem kuş kanatlarını.
ama baya kuşların arasında allahın soğuğunda da oturdum yani. ve kaçmadılar. bıdı bıdı yuruyorlardı. az ucup konyorlardı

i had white tea with sweet luzi and johannes. i stopped by the labFactory to loook for my camera. and there i met Lutzi, so actually she is working there now, it turns out. i was so happy to see her. we looked around for my camera. and on that black box actually two hair-clips of mine were still standing. and finally the camera was also in the office.

and Lutzie said we could drink something warm at their place which was very near. it was really near. and such a cosy, beautiful, tidy house. there was a swing:( of course, i got on it. and some lovely conversation, completed with a twist of chocolate. so it was st. niklas day today as it turns out. so we HAD TO eat some chocolate. JOhannes is from Finland. I would love to visit Finland. I think Lutzi is from Steria. I am so curious about the mountainside of Austria. I believe most of the people i have met so far are from the mountains. And they are nice. they have a different sensibility towards materials. things. i like that. and she had some paintings from a street artist. i must learn the name. i forgıt the name.

a nd i learned a neue word today:

"bedienung"

the person in charge of the sound& video equipment taught me that. mr. hoerman. he has photos of Greek İSlands. I told him: "ich schwimme im meine draum." i am not sure if this is right; but "er versteht":P

i had made a photo of the photo of the greeek island with my cell phone. i should also transfer my photos from the cell phone. oh i should have hundreds by now...

yes, finally somebody thought i was JAPANESE! this afroamerican guy who sells homeless people's newspapers in the Kardinal NAgl PLatz. We met in other metro stations too. HE greets me all the time. He asked for my numberi but i said i had a TUrkish number. It's ok. He is from Cameroon. and i need to ask his name again. I think it is GODLUT.

i will write more and also upload some photos. now i need to drink some warm tea and listen to goo dmusic and take care so that i do not succumb to the flu. oh, yes, the flu. "the bloody cold"...

i adore how a person's use of language is passed on to another person. that's some empathy... or a flock psychology; hmm i would prefer empathy.

and today at some point, between many errands and places, i checked my emails from the MAc store. kids were playing computer games. I really recommend the Mac store fro checking your emails. it felt like a MAc-bar:P just needed some drinks. oh well... they wouldn't appreciate a cup of tea or hot kids punch near the MAcs, right.