Category Archives: Passion
Mahnı axtarıram
Məktəb vaxtından yadımda qalan bir musiqini çoxdandır ki, axtarırdım. Yadımda idi ki, bu nəğməni biz eyni zamanda iki dildə, rus və öz dilimizdə əzbərləmişdik. Rus dilində olan versiyanı asanlıqla internetdən tapdığım halda, tərcümə olunmuş versiyanı tapa bilmədim. Azərbaycan dilində olan versiyadan cəmi iki bənd yadımda qalmışdı. Continue reading
Arıçılar
Kəlbəcər rayonundan məcburi köçkün düşüb Oğuz rayonunda məskunlaşmış bir ailə. Arıçılıq dədə-baba peşələri olduğu üçün çətinliklərə baxmayaraq burada da bu ənənəni davam etdirməyə çalışırlar. Arıların ailənin ən kiçik üzvünə kimi sancmasına baxmayaq, ağsaqqal onlardan incimədiyini və “Bal tutan barmağın da yalayar, bal tutanı arı da dalayar” deyə bildirdi. Səxavətlə məni evlərində qonaq etmək istəsələr də, bir rayonda ən çoxu Continue reading
Random tweets
Okay, let me admit it: Among all the social networks that I’m on, Twitter is the most addictive. It is now 4 years since I started using Twitter. The only network I don’t want to get rid of ! Why?! I don’t know. Maybe because there are more useful updates. No ‘friend’ requests and games, less characters, more effectual and beneficial. Ehm… no, I’m not an avid user 🙂 I don’t want to become one. What if I lose all my interest in this website?! There were shutdown rumours, but I don’t think it will happen soon. Yet I decided to adapt some of my tweets into a quick blog post. Just to be on the safe side 😉 Cheers! Continue reading
Phantom Hitchhikers and Other Urban Legends, by Albert Jack
Just ordered!
Phantom hitchhikers and other urban legends : the strange stories behind tall tales / Albert Jack.
I have been interested in myths and urban legends ever since a preteen sleepover introduced me to the story of the The Hook (You know, the one about the couple at the local makeout spot who hear a strange scraping noise on the car. They get scared and drive quickly home — only to find a bloody hook hanging from the car door handle). I have since learned to be skeptical of these stories — though it sometimes is hard to tell what is based on fact and what is fantasy.
I picked up Albert Jack’s book, and skimmed several stories before sitting down to read it cover to cover. I was pleased to find many a tale I hadn’t heard before.
Did you hear about the scorned woman who stuffed seafood in the curtain rods throughout the home just before her ex-husband and his new wife put it up for…
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My Annual Affection
For some reason, every year at this time, I strangely find myself thinking about Istanbul, singing about Istanbul, finding something new about Istanbul. As I recall, it started when I was a teenager. All of a sudden, I started to grow feeling for a city I’d never been to before. Continue reading
