Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Orhan Pamuk on Stage Tonight

In two hours, my favorite writer is not only going to be in my city. Me the Saudi, him the Turkish, in the very same/little/hard headed/liberal/green/rainy/moody Portland, he is actually going to be on a stage and I am going to be an audience. Together. In one wholly room.

Since his "My Name is Red" I have been respectful of his work, but up to this day I have never been in a situation where I could share the same room with an International Author -well, except for Ahmad Abu Dahman who I had no idea I was going to meet before I did!- this excitement is overwhelming and I am very afraid. Afraid of being disappointed. Of leaving the auditorium with irrelevant concerns like: the 20 bucks spent, the smell of the room, the bus being later than it already is, the hours I missed on being away from sweet hubby and baby.

In an attempt to better prepare myself for what might happen, I am thinking:
If people where ever fabulous in there ownself, would art ever have happened? What, then, is so fabulous about seeing the artist apart/away from their work? What is so wow about seeing a human displayed on stage? Is it not revealing of our fascination with the lions at the circus -tamed and sociable- rather than their being in the wild where they belong?
Will I be sitting at the back? Small, too small, that people seem ferocious and selfish?
Will the questions be plenty that they step on each other's tail, outdated that they would stain the evening black like overnight pile of news?
Ah, is something ever going to be said that has not been said before?

Sunday, October 7, 2007

No to Children

A simple question with a lot of thought put into it:

People who decide not to have children (even though they can,) are they thinking about their future or running away from their past?

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Religions Cultures & Narcissism

A classmate told me that she was not baptized. “Because of that little drop,” she says, “I am reminded daily by my friends that if I die today, I will go to hell.”

1.8 person dies per second in a world populated by 6,602,224,175.
So, if 4.2 persons are born per second, how many would still be living?

Yet interestingly, manly cultures and religions pleasure from pointing in the direction of those who die when giving their lessons. As if fear and uncertainty are the most readily tools they can use, while assurance and psychological wellbeing is too much of a hassle.

Interestingly also that those cultures and religions would claim to have the public’s wellbeing at its best interest, while basing their teachings on fearing mostly for one’s self.

This selfishness becomes evident in multicultural atmosphere, where groups begin to compete in practicing their own version of right, thinking that “as long as I am a good human, I am saved.” which is a polite sentence for, “To hell with them losers!”

You’d think inviting others to the right path would be the most unselfish deed. Yet even then, it sadly seems that cultures and religions reach the peak of their narcissism.