Oh wait does What's Hot mean the other kind of hot?

All attempts to kill the chosen name will be referred to as skeet shooting.

The little poem above came to me while I was walking in my favorite graveyard yesterday morning. For me it has a very pleasing symmetry in Turkish, but it doesn't translate into English very well. Such is life.

Turkish graveyards are incredibly beautiful places. Each grave is a little garden, and you can pay your respects by watering, or planting flowers, or weeding. Many graves have a little bird bath at the foot, so that birds will come and keep company with the dead.

Putting it differently, practicing scales and chords might help you make fewer "mistakes" but it won't help you sing your heart out, that comes from a different place.

Just to offer a different viewpoint on your practice, maybe it's not the lack of boring exercises but the fear of getting it "wrong" that really holds us back. My experience is that the more I let that go, the more I find that I'm better than I thought I was at many things, not just guitar.

The Ramadan fasting is not as strict as it seems. Some of my friends go into hiding for a snack, some water, or a smoke. But many people hold to it; you can hear their tongues sticking to their mouths after a day without water in this desert climate. Their commitment and determination touches me.

The logistics of iftar, the evening meal that breaks the fast, are impressive. Restaurants prepare to feed as many people as possible, with tables in the street, and then after everyone eats their food all at once, they break down as fast as possible so they can get home. One manic meal per day!

King, the peasants with torches and pitchforks were ready to go, but the whole rebellion got ruined when you switched to a nomadic lifestyle. I'm still looking for a position as court jester though, hmu.

Still trying to figure that out, but whatever they are, I doubt anybody is better qualified to post about them than you.

It's not redundant because it implies that you were inside at some point.

In retrospect, it wasn't the greatest idea to use a ball of yarn as the detonation mechanism.

Rich, this is cute, but you're still my favorite poster for your politics.

I love it though! Please don't forget to optimize for older devices like codices and scrolls.

My greatest ambition is to help heal the psychic misery and spiritual poverty that I see in my own people. I don't know how to go about it yet, so I decided to trust [higher power] to guide me, and it's been the most rewarding and enjoyable part of my life so far. Can't wait to see what's next.

I translated medieval Sufi folk poetry from Turkish (https://a.co/d/5XRJHC5) and now I'm working on songs, trying to fuse that vibe with the American singer-songwriter culture of my youth. To me Turkish folkways are like a lovely smile on a careworn face, and I want to show the world what I see.

Born and raised in the country by back-to-the-land hippies with a software company. Mom's a songwriter, Dad's a programmer, I'm both, trying to make words and shapes go together. Feels like I've lived many lives, currently in my dervish phase, learning Turkish to decode ancient Anatolian wisdom.

I want to be a tough old bird. Wrinkles like a treasure map to the good life, folded and unfolded so many times. A cracked voice that speaks no bullshit, and nourishes like bone broth cooked on the stove all night long. For my riches, only friends and a heart full of stories and songs.

I was thinking of it like Blooskee, because there's a trope where Americans during the Cold War called the Russians "Rooskees". Is that how the word for blouses sounds in Polish?