Anadolu'dan Sesler Korosu

Date:Saturday, April 5, 2008
Time:7:00pm - 10:00pm
Location:New York Society for Ethical Culture Center (Central Park West)
Street:2 West 64th Street
City/Town:New York, NY

hurriyetusa.com'dan;

New York'ta Mahmut Çeliker yönetiminde Türk Sanat Müziği çalışmaları yapan "Anadolu'dan Sesler Korosu" 5 Nisan 2008 Cumartesi günü geliri Mehmetçik Vakfı'na bağışlanacak olan bir halk konseri verecektir.

New York Society for Ethical Culture'de gerçekleşecek konserin başlama saati ise 19.00. New York ve New Jersey'deki Türk marketlerinde biletlerinin satışı yapılan konserde New York'ta yaşayan tiyatrocular Uğur-İbo ikilisi bir komedi gösterisi sunacak, ayrıca halk oyunları gösterisi gerçekleştirilecek.Konserle ilgili olarak New York Türk Sanat Etkinlikleri’nden yaılan açıklamada, “New York ve çevresindeki Türkler ve Türk kültürünü tanımak isteyen insanlarla kültürümüzü yaşamak ve paylaşmak amacıyla biraraya geldik. New York Türk Sanat Etkinlikleri ekibi olarak, 1999 yılında başlayan koro çalışmalarımız, New York Türk Sanat Etkinlikleri’nin (NY Turkish Art Project) temelini oluşturuyor. Amatör bir ruhla yola çıkan ama profesyonel bir yaklaşımla çalışmalarını düzenli olarak sürdüren New York Türk Sanat Etkinlikleri, Anadolu’nun Sesi Korosu’nun yanısıra önümüzdeki dönemde çeşitli sanat dallarında da etkinliklerini sürdürmeyi hedeflemektedir “ denildi.Açıklamada ayrıca, “Daha önceki yıllarda New York Türkevi’nde her cumartesi günü eğitim veren Atatürk Okulu’nu destekleyen koromuzun tek amacı, kendi özüne, kültürüne, insanına faydalı olabilmenin yanısıra sizlere unutamayacağınız bir müzik ziyafeti ve sürprizlerle dolu bir program sunmaktır.” denildi.

Bilet temini için telefonlar: 718-830-3363 mrmahmut@hotmail.com

Can Yucel

The Wall of Love

Was it you or your loneliness

In the blind dark we opened bleary eyes

Last night's curses on our lips

We would frequent art-lesbian-lovers,

Galleries and public places

My daily care was to remove you into the midst of men

An ammoniac flower in your button hole

My loneliness my incontinent countess

The lower we sink the better

We loitered in the pubs at Kumkapğ

With beanstew, beer and wine before us

And police battalions behind us; in the mornings

My Guardian Saints would find my carcass in the gutters

Hot as the garbage-collecfors' hands,

With their hands I caressed you.

My loneliness my bristle-haired beauty,

The higher we stink the better

I looked in the sky a red flash a plane

Steel and stars and human beings galore

One night we leapt the Wall of love

Where I fell was so clear so open

You and the universe at my side.

Uncountable my deaths, their resurrections.

O loneliness my many songs

The more we can live without lies the better.

Can Yucel

Translated by Ruth Christie

Sevgi Duvarı

Sen miydin o yalnızlığım mıydı yoksa

Kör karanlıkta açardık paslı gözlerimizi

Dilimizde akşamdan kalma bir küfür

Salonlar piyasalar sanat sevicileri

Derdim günüm insan arasına çıkarmaktı seni

Yakanda bir amonyak çiçeği

Yalnızlığım benim sidikli kontesim

Ne kadar rezil olursak o kadar iyi

Kumkapı meyhanelerine dadandık

Önümüzde Altınbaş, Altın Zincir, fasulye pilakisi

Ardımızda görevliler, ekipler, Hızır Paşalar

Sabahları açıklarda bulurlardı leşimi

Öyle sıcaktı ki çöpcülerin elleri

Çöpcülerin elleriyle okşardım seni

Yalnızlığım benim süpürge saçlım

Ne kadar kötü kokarsak o kadar iyi

Baktım gökte bir kırmızı bir uçak

Bol çelik bol yıldız bol insan

Bir gece Sevgi Duvarını aştık

Dustuğum yer öyle açık seçik ki

Başucumda bi sen varsın bi de evren

Saymıyorum ölüp ölüp dirilttiklerimi

Yalnızlığım benim çoğul türkülerim

Ne kadar yalansız yaşarsak o kadar iyi

Can Yucel

N.B.: Please do not get me wrong, the weather is getting cold in New York these days and I could not resist to share some of my summer photos. (maybe it will warm up your days a little) The windy NY photos will follow up soon.

Lutfen yanlis anlama olmasin, bu gunlerde New York sogumaya basladi, bu yuzden yazin cektigim bazi resimleri paylasmadan duramadim (belki iciniz isinir bu sayede). Ruzgarli NY resimlerini pek yakinda yayinlayacagim.

Earth Hour Movie - Narrated by Jeremy Piven

From Earth Hour US:

On March 29, 2008 at 8 p.m., join millions of people around the world in making a statement about climate change by turning off your lights for Earth Hour, an event created by the World Wildlife Fund.

Earth Hour was created by WWF in Sydney, Australia in 2007, and in one year has grown from an event in one city to a global movement. In 2008, millions of people, businesses, governments and civic organizations in nearly 200 cities around the globe will turn out for Earth Hour. More than 100 cities across North America will participate, including the US flagships–Atlanta, Chicago, Phoenix and San Francisco and Ottawa, Montreal, Toronto and Vancouver.

We invite everyone throughout North America and around the world to turn off the lights for an hour starting at 8 p.m. (your own local time)–whether at home or at work, with friends and family or solo, in a big city or a small town.

What will you do when the lights are off? We have lots of ideas.

Join people all around the world in showing that you care about our planet and want to play a part in helping to fight climate change. Don’t forget to sign up and let us know you want to join Earth Hour.

One hour, America. Earth Hour. Turn out for Earth Hour!

I have visitors

The below is one of the chain emails you receive from your friends but I just could not pass it without posting here, first. For some reason it touched me because one of my colleague from work always blamed me for not having the time for a cup of coffee when asked (coming with hundreds of excuses about deadline, projects, exams etc).

This one is for you Russ for always showing me that in fact jar is not always full and there is always time for a cup of coffee.

Thanks,

NYM

When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided,

"I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

The sand is everything else--the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

We are no angels!

I am in the library with Jhoana and we are studying internal controls for our Audit exam on Tuesday. While I was doing an online research choosing which control to test and their reliability of controls, I come across this quote by James Madison and loved it. Here it goes;

"If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary."
James Madison, The Federalist Papers, No. 51, 1788

PS: I am going to be very busy for next couple weeks, as I am trying to graduate in May and there might be some delays in posting, so my apologies in advance.

Read "Snow" of Orhan Pamuk, while drinking Turkish coffee

Date : Monday, March 24, 2008 - 6:30 pm - 8:30 pm

Venue: Turkish Cultural Center

Book Discussion Group of the Turkish Cultural Center is open to the public (once a month).

Please register by sending an email to: bookclub@turkishculturalcenter.com

For info please call Muhterem Taskent at 212 696 1060

Turkish Coffee will be Served

Admission Free

Limited seats

For address : Please log on to their website.

Kitap kampanyasi

I am in L.O.V.E.!

I am in love these days with the music of Michael Bublé. Ever since I heard him with Tony Bennett on Channel 13, I cannot get his voice out of my mind.

How I wish to see him in NY but I just checked his tour schedule and unfortunately he is not coming to big apple anytime soon :-(

Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome Mr. Bublé and make sure to check out his upcoming album in his YouTube page.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.

Once upon a time - Bir zamanlar..

Once upon a time- Bir zamanlar

We moved - Tasindik!

I will no longer have this amazing view of Central Park from my office window.

Artik Central Park'in bu muhtesem goruntusu ofis penceremden gozukmeyecek.

NYM

Rumi

Rumi on Oneness

Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, sufi, or zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the East or the West, not out of the ocean
or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all.
I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story.

My place is placeless,
a trace of the traceless.
Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know,
first,
last,
outer,
inner,
only that breath breathing human being.

Mevlana Jelaluddin RUMI

*********

Ne hristiyan, ne yahudi, ne hindu, ne budist, ne zen, ne de sufiyim.
Hiçbir din ya da kültür düzenine ait değilim.
Ne doğu, ne batıdan geldim, ne deniz, ne de yerden çıktım.
Ne tabii, ne havai, ne de çeşitli maddelerden oluştum.
Ben yokum.
Ne bu dünyada varım, ne de öteki dünyada.
Ne Ademdan, ne Havvadan, ne de başka bir başlangıç masalından çıktım.

Yerim yersiz, izim izsiz.
Ne vücut ne de ruhum.
Sevgiliye aitim.
İki dünyayı bir gördüm,
Bir onu çağırdım, bir onu bildim.
Önce,
sonda,
dışta,
içte,
Sadece o, nefes alan,
Ve nefes veren İnsanoğluyum.

Mevlana Celaleddini Rumi

My beloved city Istanbul, Turkey - Sevdigim sehir Istanbul, Turkiye

I usually prefer not to upload videos or photos created by others but sometimes things you see capture your heart and soul and not sharing with you guys is inevitable.

While I was reading one of my favorite blog, Bir Mimarin Gunlugu, I come across this link in her most recent post and I did not have any choice but to share it with you.

http://www.ersineser.us/

This is my beloved city, Istanbul, Turkey.

Enjoy...


Aslinda baskalarinin fotograf ya da video larini siteye koymamayi tercih etsem de, bazen gordugunuz seylerin oyle etkisinde kaliyorsaniz ki, paylasmak kacinilmaz oluyor.

Sevdigim sitelerden, Bir Mimarin Gunlugu 'nu okurken verdigi link, beni oylesine etkiledi ki, ben de haddim olmasa da sizlerle paylasmak istedim.

http://www.ersineser.us/

Youtube video'sunun yanisira. kendi sitesinde verdigi link araciligi ile izlemek sanirim daha guzel.

Bu benim sevdigim sehir, Istanbul. (yoksa yarim mi demeliydim)

Keyifli seyirler...

New York Muhtari

54th Street & 6th Avenue

"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. "

Albert Einstein

Art

“In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you.”

but sometimes I do,

and that sight becomes this art.

Mevlana Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Senin ışığında öğrendim sevmeyi.

Senin güzelliğinde şiirler yaratmayı.

Dans edersin göğsümün içinde,

herkesten saklı,

fakat, görürüm seni ben bazen,

işte bu sanat o manzara.

Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi

PS : click the photo for animation. NYM

Beautiful Sky

Sometimes I just keep looking at the sky which always calms me down, gives me hope & joy. Hope you like these mosaics which I created using some of my favorite sky photos.
Enjoy the view of the sky.

Bazen gokyuzune bakmak hem umut, hem sevinc verir, hem de beni rahatlatir. Daha once cektigim gokyuzu fotograflarimdan olusturdugum bu kolajlari umarim begenirsiniz.
Keyifli seyirler.

New York Muhtari

I AM A POET, MY THOUGHTS ARE FREE

I expect no gifts from any, nor beg for wing or feather

In my own sky, in my own heavens, on my own I soar

To bow beneath slavery's collar weighs heavy on my neck

I am a poet, my thoughts are free, wisdom free, conscience free

Translated by Walter G. Andrews

Kimseden ümid-i feyz etmem, dilenmem perr ü bâl,
Kendi cevvim, kendi eflakimde,kendim tariim.
İnhina, tavk-ı esaretten girândır boynuma,
Fikri hür, irfanı hür, vicdanı hür bir şairim

Tevfik Fikret

Happy V day

If you want to send this as an e-card designed by Lena Corwin, you might click her name for the link!

Don't ask - Sorma bana

DON'T ASK

Don’t ask me who I am

Whence I came here

Which days the red clouds

In my eyes are from, don’t ask.

Inexplicable things

May indeed have occurred in the days bygone

I may have eaten the grapes

I stole from the vineyards

Leaning against the bosom of the blue sky.

Don’t ask me who I am

What my job is, how old I am

Just say “Do you love me?”

And ask no more.

Turgay Fisekci

SORMA BANA

Sorma bana kimim
Nerden geldim buraya
Gözlerimdeki kırmızı bulutlar
Hangi günlerden sorma.

Elbet olmuştur geçmişte
Açıklanamaz şeyler
Bağlardan çaldığım üzümleri
Yemişimdir yaslanıp mavi göğün göğsüne

Sorma bana kimim
Yaşım kaç, işim ne?
Bana “seviyor musun?” de.
Başka bir şey sorma.

Happy Chinese New Year

Date: Thursday, February 7th

Time: 10:00pm

Location: Chatham Square (Intersection of Bowery, Mott & East Broadway)

Cost: Free

AT Offline Design Meetup: February 7th!

From Apartment Therapy's website:

• What: NY Design Meetup
• Members: 467
• When: 7-8pm, Thursday, February 7th
• Where: DWR SoHo, 142 Wooster St. (Prince/Houston)

Welcome back for Apartment Therapy's Offline Design Meetups 2008. Tomorrow we're kicking off a new format, which will consist of three parts: a. design presentations b. house tour and c. good questions. We've already booked a remarkable house tour and have spaces open for amateur and professional designers...

From my office window - Midtown New York

Yukaridaki resimler ofis penceremden cekilmistir.

Sunrise- From my office window

Resimlerin tumu ofis penceremden cekilmistir.

Sunset

Ataol Behramoğlu

Gizlice Sevgilim

Rüyalar bile geceleri bekler
Gizlice görünmek için
Yüreğimdesin, saklısında içimin
Gizlice sevgilim


Kimse bilmesin üzgünlüğümü
Taşırım ölümüm gibi bu duyguyu
En gizli kuytularında ömrümün
Bir yer var gizlice sevgilimin uyuduğu


Gizlice sevgilim, yaşam kadar acı
Canımı tutuşturan özlem gibi
Özlüyorum derin yokoluşta
Gizlice sevgilimi




Secretly My Love

Dreams, even, wait for the night
to appear secretly
you, in my heart, in the secret place inside of me
Secretly my love


Nobody knows my sadness
I carry this feeling as my death
in the most secret quiet and secluded part of my life
There is a place where my love, secretly, sleeps


Secretly my love, bitter as life itself
As longing burns my soul
I yearn in this deep disappearing (life)
Secretly my love