Sunday, June 26, 2016

This Blog Has Been Moved

This blog never got that much traffic, considering the sparsity and the scope of the posts but I still wanted to inform anyone that has stumbled upon this page and somehow wanted to read more of the kind of stuff I have had here.

Now I have a personal site and I continue writing and publishing on my blogs there. The Life Blog on my site has the copies of the posts you see on this blog, with of course new additions. See you there!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Two Plots



There's a very common template of a plot in Middle Eastern culture and literature. This plot involves a man or a woman but mostly man having hell like trouble in his town and regular life. So much that eventually he has to leave this place to go settle in some foreign, alien land. But the plot would follow as, the man succeeding in this new land and realizing his true potential.

He’s usually never alone in this new land. The change of fortune he experiences usually stems from him being understood or accepted or valued in this new land. With some emphasis on “well, he was actually really hardworking but the society where he used to live in before has set walls in front of his success”. Basically he is not really to blame for his trouble, he was always “awsum” and pure.

At the end of the story, this formerly dissed guy returns to his old town. Usually as a planned action, not as a coincidence, and demonstrates his might and wealth to the people whom formerly despised or bullied him. Interestingly, this lame crowd of former bullies is either apologetic or scared of this guy now. Of course he can now get the girl he has always wanted to marry and her parents are now happy for him to take their daughter. Bla bla… 

The plot for a person who is being troubled in the west would go differently. He would usually have some sort of a last straw experience which would simply stir this man into action. He won’t leave his town usually but if he did it would be to reach a level of excellence that he can’t achieve in his town. He won’t run away from there. And if or when he leaves, he won’t wish to return there one day to prove who he has become. Americans like bringing the guy back to his town because of some coincidence and show the main character how much he has achieved. Rather than him proving himself to others, his old setting proves himself to him.



Trans: My return will be magnificent. Yet another "marvellous" products of mid-eastern plot.


We all have countless culturally induced scars in ourselves. This is a scar that runs deep in mid-eastern culture. It has been big enough to give birth to countless novels, poems, stories, myths, fairy tales and songs. Plus the prophet was kicked out of his land only to return there later to show his “might”. I’m not a believer in superstition of course. All I can say is that this culture found this plot strong enough to include in its holy book.

Of course west did the same thing. Their plot has been used again and again and again and again in many ways. It has its shortcomings too but mid-eastern plot bugs me more. Because it incorporates something that I also –unwillingly - have inside of me. Something that I don’t want.

What I don’t want should have been quite clear actually. I don’t want to define my success from the perceptions of others. I want to be able to perceive my success for myself. Frankly, mid-eastern success sounds more like a victory than success. Like being victorious in a war. Because the other side has to acknowledge your achievement for you to be victorious. Or, in mid-eastern case, success.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Racist Quotes Against Turks


They [the Turks] were, upon the whole, from the black day when they first entered Europe, the one great anti-human specimen of humanity. Wherever they went, a broad line of blood marked the track behind them, and, as far as their dominion reached, civilization disappeared from view. They represented everywhere government by force, as opposed to government by law.

—William Gladstone, 1876



The barbarian power, which has been for centuries seated in the very heart of the Old World, which has in its brute clutch the most famous countries of classical and religious antiquity and many of the most fruitful and beautiful regions of the earth... ignorantly holding in its possession one half of the history of the whole world.

—Cardinal Newman (1801–1890)



...tyrants of the women and enemies of arts...

—Voltaire (1694-1778)



...to chase away from Europe these barbaric usurpers...

—Voltaire (1694-1778)



I wish fervently that the Turkish barbarians be chased away immediately out of the country [Greece] of Xenophon,Socrates, Plato, Sophocles and Euripides. If we wanted, it could be done soon but seven crusades of superstition have been undertaken and a crusade of honour will never take place. We know almost no city built by them; they let decay the most beautiful establishments of Antiquity, they reign over ruins.

—Voltaire (1694-1778), The Orient’s Christian Realm



When I consider history, I find that there has been no nation that has practiced more blasphemy of God, brutally, shameful fornication, and every kind of wild and chaotic living than the Turks.

—Philipp Melanchthon



Lastly, I could show fight on natural selection having done and doing more for the progress of civilization than you seem inclined to admit. Remember what risk the nations of Europe ran, not so many centuries ago of being overwhelmed by the Turks, and how ridiculous such an idea now is! The more civilised so-called Caucasian races have beaten the Turkish hollow in the struggle for existence. Looking to the world at no very distant date, what an endless number of the lower races will have been eliminated by the higher civilized races throughout the world.

—Charles Darwin



I never disliked a Chinaman as I do these degraded Turks and Arabs, and when Russia is ready to war with them again, I hope England and France will not find it good breeding or good judgment to interfere.

—Mark Twain, 1869



Mosques are plenty, churches are plenty, graveyards are plenty, but morals and whiskey are scarce.

—Mark Twain, 1869



...and lied like a Turk when he said it.

—Mark Twain, 1869

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

My History with Computers - 2 - Prep School and 6th Grade

I have never been a hardworking student. But have always stepped up to the challenge when there was an important exam that I had to pass. I’d always enter a study camp 3 months before the exam and get good results. And being a kid in Turkey, you certainly get enough exams to worry about. Every stage of education in this country brings you a handful of exams. The relevant ones for this post are the ones I took in 1996 at the end of 5th year: Mid-school entrance exams. Basically these exams secure you a good school from prep class (where you learn a foreign language) up till 8th grade. Then you take high school exams, bla bla.

5th year was ok for me. I wasn’t hardworking at school but I didn’t suck that bad either. I didn’t mind the exams that I was supposed to take at the end of the year. so I was happy playing my computer games on my dad’s 386DX as well as trying to discover what the hell is in c:\win\ folder that makes that damn machine work. But as time passed, I suspended all my other interests and started studying more and more.

Old photo of the school I attended for most of my primary school education. I forgot how modest it used to look at the time.

Of the two exams I had to take: one for private schools and one for state schools, my result for private schools turned out to be much better. There was one school that I wanted to go to The Koç School in Istanbul. But I couldn't get into that by a slim score difference. Instead I got into Işık Highschool in Nişantaşı, Istanbul. An old district which was at the time one of the most upscale neighborhoods in town. Now it sucks but that's a different story.




Some photos of Nişantaşı. It's supposed to be an "awesome" part of town. but i really can't see that anymore. It was what they claim it was during the 90's though



New life in İstanbul (first take)

It was September 1996 and I was starting my studies Işık High School. It was a school which had both boarding and daytime students. My family didn’t want me to go but I insisted. I had a solid plan for my life when I was 11 and going to that school was simply essential. My first year there was the prep year. Which is devoted to learning English properly as well as some simple math and science classes. Learning English is quite hard for Turks because of the differences in almost every aspect of their mother tongue and this alien Indo-European language. So, studies took quite some portion of my time.



The Internet
Through the end of that year, my science teacher noticed that I was really interested in sciences, science fiction and how things work. I think my mid-year assignment, which was writing a small book, helped him a lot. It was about an alien invasion on earth and how humans manage to fight them back (the Independence Day was just out, don’t judge me). So he told me that he'll arrange some time for me in the computer lab so I can use the internet and find out about rockets, Nasa and all of those fun stuff.

One day, during science class towards the end of first year, my science teacher told me to go to the computer lab, so I went. The lab teacher sat me in front of his computer as it was the only one which had internet at that time. That computer was such a great machine. it had a 16 bit sound card and even a CD-ROM drive. Anyway, he logged on to nasa.gov for me and left to teach his class. Which was making quite a noise while I was trying to figure out what the hell I was doing.

I didn’t have great skills in English at the time. I wasn’t able to understand long sentences and my vocabulary was quite limited. coupled with my complete ignorance about what the internet was, I don’t think I managed to do anything even remotely productive at that one hour I had. All I remember is that I was using Netscape Navigator. And I was aware that I was receiving data from some distant location so it took a long time for the computer to display. and my clue for this was the lights moving on the Netscape logo on the top left of the screen.

I clicked around a lot but I wasn’t getting anything that I can use - I didn't know what I was looking for really. but I was hoping to find a diagram of a rocket engine or something similar. After a long period of clicking around and not getting anything useful, I clicked on something and the computer got stuck with a blank white screen with Netscape logo insisting that the computer was receiving data. I was scared to disturb the computer so I waited for a looong while the computer looked at me with a blank page. after that long wait, it started a key hole sized video of a lift-off. I was confused but I watched that 10 or so second video a few times and then I had to leave the class. internet surely was not something easy or fast.

That's all for my first year really. And I didn’t do much during that summer as I spent most of my summer in a camp riding my bike around. Other than the camp, I spent my time listening to Whitney Houston and Bizet and trying to make stuff from lego with electric motors and seriously over voltaging them. Then the summer ended and I went back to my school in Istanbul.



Life in the computer lab

In 1997 I started 6th grade. Everything changed very quickly during that year. My taste in music, how I relate to my friend and the school and my parents, how I use my head… but computers was a constant in all of this mess caused by puberty. And timewise, I had a very strict routine because of the strict rules of my school.



These two albums were released approximately a year apart. And i bought both of them shortly after they were released. I think this can explain the direction of change i went through

Weekdays were almost always similar with studying and hanging out with friends but weekends were all mine. Sometimes I’d leave the school to stay at my parents’ friends’ house but I usually spent my weekends in the school complex with my wonderful friend Ertürk. We would sneak into the computer lab and play computer games all weekend. I loved every minute I spent in that lab. So much that I still feel exhilarated while I’m recalling those days after so many years. I think I’m jealous of that young me.



Doom II


Without a doubt, the game we played most frequently was Doom II. We used to play multiplayer with the lab teacher and some occasionally presented strangers. But I wasn't really interested in that. I wanted to spend time with the AI and advance levels. but I wasn't good enough to advance very far and if I recall correctly, the computers did not have mice. I may be wrong about that but I remember turning around in the scene with arrow keys. Also after a few years, I do remember being surprised that Doom supports mice.

we have got TATATATATA something kinda funny going on
An anecdote: at that time I used to also spend ridiculous amount of time listening to music. My taste changed drastically during that school year but during most of the year we listened to Spice Girls’ first album. They were ridiculously famous at the time. Ertürk used to joke that whenever he hears the band since then, he remembers us shooting creatures in Doom.







 Ertürk, his religion, and the Computer of the firsts

The computers in the lab also had other games but I wasn't interested in most of them. Ertürk was. he would try different games and urge me to also play but my interest wasn’t that diverse. But I do remember playing the first quake and not liking it very much. Doom was better suited for me. But at the end of my time in that school, I discovered Simcity 2000. which is a big story that I’ll come back to.

There was a different stories going on around me. Which I was usually a spectator to. but nevertheless they very important for me as they founded the basis of my interest in computers in the following years to come. First story had to do with that awesome computer that the lab teacher was using.


You can be sure Ertürk saw and read this book

Almost every week the lab teacher had something new that he was doing. he was a young guy who was keenly interested in computers and he loved trying things. he was a great mentor to my friend Ertürk as he had a deep interest in knowing how different software worked. While I was buying general books about science, he'd usually be shopping for those orange books about operating systems and different software. He usually knew how some software worked from the books he read without ever having the chance to use the software on a computer.

So, Ertürk and the lab teacher had a lot to talk about. and I’d usually only had the gist of idea what they are really discussing. but I’d be watching them while they are doing their thing. and I usually felt a bit left out because I didn’t have that connection with the lab teacher whom I loved really. I’d ask questions to them and they would reply but Ertürk would usually keep his answers short. He had his moments during which he shared what he learned or knew very passionately and I loved that but most of the time I’d receive a dose of condescension as he was trying to protect computers from my ignorant hands and mind. Computers were certainly interesting for me I loved them and I was interested in them but for Ertürk, they were sacred, something that he felt responsible to protect and know better and better. I’ll come to this topic in the following installments of this storyline.

That awesome computer at that lab was the first computer that I saw yahoo at. Also Hotmail and AltaVista. it was my first glimpse into a world that has truly shaped me ever since. I still can't forget the lab teacher getting a new Hotmail account. There was a red spinning globe on Hotmail’s first page back then. I was really taken by that spinning animation.

Also that computer was the first machine that I discovered that computers were able to really play music like hi-fis did. which changed the way I looked at them really. I noticed how amazing this feature can be when I first saw Quake II on that machine. The signature soundtrack of that game Quad Machine by sonic mayhem started playing in the first level and I was blown away... a new word was constantly being ringed to my ears: multimedia. Everyone was talking about that at the time. Now I knew what all the fuss was about.





The family computer

There were some other awesome computers that I got the chance to use during that time. One of them belonged to one of my parents’ friends’ who lives in Beşiktaş. They were actually in my life since I was born but I was just getting to know them. Their son Buğra and daughter Tuğba and that family’s life in general had great influence on me during 6th and 7th grade in various ways but I’ll just stick to computers in this storyline.

Part of what I did at their house involved their computer. Buğra mostly played computer games he had a game named Carmageddon. It was basically a car race but the twist is, you were not bounded by a simple race track. Plus you had the chance to cause real harm to your opponents and spectators around. Which meant that you could also win the game by killing everyone and everything around you. I don’t think anyone was interested in winning those races in the traditional manner.

I lied in the paragraph above. When Buğra first showed me the game I had no idea that it was actually a car race. We both thought that you were supposed to kill everything around you. So that was what we did. Plus, the copy he had was a demo so we didn’t get to play that game that much. But keep on reading. Because later Carmageddon will become an essential part of my life.

A typical moment in Carmageddon. That red blob is probably some cow getting slaughtered

The daughter of the house was using a program called ICQ to chat with people. And she was chatting with random people from all over the planet as well as her friends. I didn’t really get the chance use ICQ then but I still got an account for myself. I was really curious about how she met random people online with that program. She had many boyfriends that she met over the internet in the following years. Now she is happily married with a first born and living in Norway with his husband whom she met online:)



7/24-36K

The last awesome computer that I got the chance to use belonged to one of my friends from school named Alper. He was also a boarding student but he used to go to his home during weekends as his family was living in a nearby city named İzmit. There was no ADSL back then so the time anyone spent on the internet was bounded by how big a phone bill they could afford. Alper was really lucky in that respect because they were living in a company complex and their phone was free of charge. He was sort of into hacking, Trojans and viruses. And that’s what we used to talk about most of the time while I was visiting him. I never really got into that side of things but I learned some stuff from him for sure.



Alper and another friend from school named İlker, who was also interested in this kind of computing used to fight about how good they are while Ertürk was usually sitting somewhere watching them, saying nothing even though he knew much more than either of them. İlker used to pick on Ertürk a lot because of this simple fact. There were a lot of other people who were involved in a regular computer chat but these three were the most vocal people. And I’d just ask questions and listen to them talk about what they know. Sometimes I’d ask questions that I know would get them into fights. I just liked that.



Recording stuff

This is Geri Halliwell
90s kids know why she is relevant
I had a friend in 6th grade who was into metal music. He was a science buff so you can imagine how we met. I went to his house only once but it was significant because he used computer for making scientific research. Also he recorded radio shows without ever having the chance to broadcast them. And one last thing, he knew how to reach internet porn. Which means nothing now but then, that was… wooooooooow.

When I was with him we recorded a radio broadcast but he was never able to find where the file was restored. I guess he didn’t know what he was doing either.



SimCity 2000

Last big thing that happened during 6th grade was seeing an older student from school whom I didn’t particularly like play a city building game. This guy was a bully so I was reluctant to ask him what he was doing. But I did anyway. And to my surprise, he first told me then showed me what he was doing. He taught me the game to some degree. I loved the idea of that game but I never really got the chance to play that game. It was the last week of the school year and I was supposed to go back to Ordu for 3 months. Back to my dad’s 386DX.

I forgot the name of the a few days into summer. The name “SimCity” was just too alien for me at the time. Though I have to say that I missed that game that I only saw once or twice.





Looking back now, I certainly had the best experience I could have with computers in ’96 and ’97. I wasn't able to have a computer of my own as a boarding student and I was mostly interested in the feeling they give me rather than what they do. This was the last year of my life during which computers only meant games for me. But looking back, it’s one of those periods I miss the most.




Friday, March 8, 2013

My History with Computers - 1 - Early Years and Primary School





I don’t know how it started or when but my interest in computers have always been strong. During the first years of my life that is, in Kuwait and when my family came back to Turkey, computers were kind of hard to reach. Though, I want to count my car race toy, the one below, as a computer. As that sort of use for computers dominated during my first years.



Atari



Atari was the first and only game console i ever owned. it had bunch of games in it even without the cartridges. My favorite and the only one I can remember by name is River Raid. The game is basically a plane, shooting down some bridges, helicopters and ships and occasionally other planes to collect points and advance to the next level. You were supposed to fill your fuel tank from time to time; otherwise it would be impossible to continue.

It was such an exciting game for me and I managed get my family interested in the game to. Still, when I look back at it, is quite surprising. But I remember moments of my dad trying the game but more frequently, I remember them watching me playing and cheering when I managed to advance to higher levels or get myself out of difficult situations.

I have never been able to finish that game. Partly because my interests shifted in time and partly because I broke all my 3 joysticks by being too hard on them. You know, pushing too hard so that the plane would move faster. Which never worked.



386DX

The date may be shaky but my dad decided to keep his patient information on a computer instead of paper in 1993. This meant a 386DX computer with 8mb ram and Windows 3.11 at that era.

Windows 3.11

 I still miss that computer from time to time. I spent so many hours in front of that computer. Sometimes alone, sometimes with my dad. My dad loved building model planes but his interest shifted to drawing them when he realized it is much cleaner and cheaper as a hobby. I used to watch him do his magic on MS Paint for hours, asking questions, wondering whether I can also draw like him.

After a few tries and my dad showing me what every tool in paint did, I also started painting. Of course I sucked at the beginning but in time I started hearing “this is correct” from my dad more and more often. Years later, the last thing I drew on that computer was McLaren F1. But I didn’t like that the car had such a big windshield so I lowered its top.

Mc Laren F1

I don’t know whether it was because our computer wasn’t capable of 16 or 32 bit color or that we didn’t know how to adjust the settings but we always drew in 256 colors. I drew a bunch of planes and cars but unfortunately neither of mine nor my dad’s drawings survived. Which is something saddens me as I recall that era of my life.

Other than drawing stuff, that computer was also a goldmine for me because of the countless games it came with. I don’t know other parts of the world but in turkey, after paying like 3.500$ to a computer the dealer wouldn’t really ask for money for the games you wanted on the machine. Basically every time the guy came to fix the computer or install some software for my dad, he also brought games. Plus the town I grew up in, Ordu was and still is a small city in which everyone knows each other. My probably was the computer dealer’s dentist. This is just an assumption though.


Alladin




Alladin! Oh I can’t remember how long it took for me to finish this game. I absolutely loved it. It made me so excited every time I was playing it. There was a level in a dungeon. I think it was the 3rd level. I can’t forget how scared and excited I was when I finally got to there. I remember shaking like crazy because I was scared that I’d lose and would have to start all over again. At that moment my dad had a patient and he stopped working and tried to calm me down. Which he did… but I failed that level at least a few weeks until I finally advanced. Needless to say, I was really hard on the keyboard while playing this game. My dad hated that.


The Lion King




Lion king was a great game which I didn't finish. But I played it for a long long time because I loved simba. It was great fun. Not like Aladdin though. The importance of my game comes from a trip my family took to Ankara to see my grandfather and some of my dad’s friends from university. There was a kid who was 2 years older than me and he was spending most of his time in front of computers. We started talking about computer games of course and we both knew Lion King so he opened the game.

At that moment, something that I never knew that could happen, happened! The game had sounds!! Samba was growling and there was music. It was like discovering a new drug (I guess). I loved it so much. When we returned to Ordu, our now 2 year old computer beeping pretty much like my Casio watch did didn’t impress me at all.


Sokoban

Sokoban was a great game. The aim is to push all of the boxes to that black area. rules are, you can't push more than a box and you can't pull boxes. Which means, if you push a box to a corner, you're done. My dad and his assistant advanced way further than I did in this game. Being beaten by them was no fun for me. I still play this game from time to time.


Duke Nukem



Another game I finished. I think this may be the only game in that period of my life that I finished before everyone else who was using that computer did. Frankly they didn’t like it that much. I don’t remember my about it. I remember a robot that looked like Kane from Robocop 2. That’s all really.

Kane from Robocop. So ugly... ugh...
  
There was one game that I only saw once in my neighbor’s computer. An older kid was playing it and he didn't really like and kind of conversation. Which meant I didn't even get the chance to ask the name of the game. It involved sending a black heavy ball through some devices to make it reach to some destination. Every level, you were given different tools and you were supposed to figure out how to solve the puzzle.



Tomorrow I’ll be posting about my computer experiences in Işık High School in İstanbul. First encounter with internet and all:)


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Learning Photoshop - 1




I have graduated from economics. Considering my nature, studying economics was a huge mistake for me. I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t learned anything useful during the time I spent at university, I certainly did. But I always wanted to be a musician. If not that, something in which I can work on an object or a project rather than fixing or building something related to humans. What I mean is, I can edit a photo or make a song or invent a new method for stacking inventory in a warehouse but I can’t run after clients who are unwilling to pay or buyers, to sell my product.

I get that you have to deal with people in every walk of life and I’m fine with that. But I feel like I’m much more suited to building something rather than selling or servicing something else built. So I concluded that I should be working in a field of art.

At least for a while, that field can’t be music. So the second thing I have always been interested in was computer graphics. Creating imagery for magazines or newspapers or movies or anything of this sort is something I can start with I suppose. The only thing I have been lacking in my opinion is proper knowledge of the software required.



I have always intuitively known how to use software. There aren’t many apps that I’d run and be completely clueless at. For example, the coffee illustration in this post is my creation from, I don't know how many years back. But I decided that I should properly learn how to use Photoshop and Illustrator. So I have bought a book and started reading it today. Which was something I was planning to do a month ago but hey… at least I started finally. Considering what kind of stagnation I was in, 1 month is nothing :)

So far, it seems easy. Though, I have to say that I only read 2 chapters of a book with 32 of them. It seems like my biggest problem will be to fight myself into reading everything on that book. Because it seems like it has been written for an audience which has no clue about Photoshop is (as it should be) so I feel like I’m repeating myself and wasting my time.

Hopefully, soon I’ll be able to post my own work here instead of some random guy’s creation. I’m really looking forward to it.


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

A story about a long-awaited song


My age-long struggle of writing songs may have come to an end. Which is a big deal as it has always been what I want to do with my life. It may still be too early to talk too much about this but I do feel like some things are changing.

On 20th of January, I sat down in front of my computer and opened Cubase as I always do. I was chatting with a friend on Skype and recording 8 bar sections over a drum pattern. Suddenly, maybe for the first time after so many years, I managed to foresee a song from the section I had in my hands. So i decided to take up with it.

The rest came pretty quickly. However my old tendencies of trying to control every moment and achieve "perfection" in first try was constantly trying to stop me to progress. I decided to make this a "bad" song. Not to work on it too much. I didn't even try to re-record sections I failed to play properly. I didn't try to record multiple takes for the solos. I just recorded one of each and put in the song. Neither did I try to find a good sound... nothing... the result is absolute mediocrity if you'd ask me. 

Still, for some reason, the song sounds appealing to me. I do listen to is as a song from time to time. From the first day of recording, I was planning to record it properly at the end; after fixing my technique and learning some mixing and mastering. The thing is, it is March 5th today. About 45 days passed since I uploaded the song on Youtube but I still don't feel like I gained the technical abilities to record this song. 

As a related story, I gave the song link to my dad; who has never showed any real interest in my musical aspirations. I don't know why I gave him the link, maybe I was hoping for something different this time or maybe I just wanted to prove my opinion of him right. But to my surprise, he immediately responded and said that he loved the song and he wants to share it on facebook. And, he did; and his friends commented on the song. Needless to say, this was quite unexpected and gratifying.

I want to record the song again and hopefully I will. I realized that I know nothing about how to write drum tracks so I’m working on that. It would be better if was able to work on it every day but I usually don’t... well, fingers have to be crossed... considering how hard it has been for me to even come at this point.

Here is the song on Youtube and Soundcloud