24/02/2009

Body the Trickster

Just a question that came to my mind - is it possible that our bodies trick us into believing that we crave for something salty or sweet when what it actually needs is simply water inflow?

The thing is we generally don't like plain water because it is - well - boring. But after you eat something sweet or salty, water tastes so much better - it makes sense that way. So maybe our body learns this behavior and in an adaptation effort it does such tricks to make us drink water.

My advise would be - whenever you think you should have lost some water although you feel you haven't sweat much - in other words you don't feel thirsty even though you feel you should have been that way, (typical examples for such cases; long distance swimming, moderate winter walks, sailing in spring time) no matter what your body craves for, try to drink much water before you start eating something. It definitely works on me.

23/02/2009

Sociological Incompetence

Another example that I came across when doing a highly value-added research in Kolkata / India in the framework of the very real science of Contemporary Sociological Erection Studies.


Dear Foreshore Road, don't be sad, please remember; it is probably all psychological.

22/02/2009

Sociological Erection

Freshest example for the very scientific concept of Sociological Erection came from Iran:


If I'm the only one who sees a vagina in the giant building behind - well, sue me.

21/02/2009

Ree-inwenting the Turkish Vheel

I have been giving some thinking to the innovation culture in general and how it is positioned in the Turkish culture.

In a company, there are several reasons why innovation is needed in strategic management. To me personally however, the psychology behind the need of innovation has three aspects;

1- My admittedly obsessive and possibly troubled way of thinking - if the majority seems to agree on something, there has to be something very wrong about it.



2- A sense of aggressively radical resistance against the perceived suppression of fear. In other words, if I come to feel my being is seriously limited by a sense of fear, my immediate reaction is to act against the will of that fear - sometimes in a very radical way. Innovation generally comes together with a sense of risk and fear of unknown. So, in a situation when it comes to decide in favor of an innovative action that I believe in, I tend to become a radical.

3- The great sense of satisfaction that would come from creation of new things.

As mentioned in our company innovation plays a great role. I feel very fortunate that both of my business partners share the same kind of vision about the business where we place the innovation and differentiation strategies in a very central position when taking tactical decisions. I feel very fortunate because in Turkey to find two innovative professionals in your whole business network is difficult enough let alone to be so much aligned with them to set up a company together.

Unfortunately as it is, innovation as a concept is not very much valued in the traditional Turkish society. Even though things have been changing rapidly where an innovative culture seems to flourish at a great pace in new generations, even in my generation innovation can be seen almost as an act of naivety or stupidity, something definitely not needed, something hippie until of course you show people the money you make through it. As money is perceived to be the only universal sign for success.

There are lots of proverbs or sayings suggesting this sentiment. "Eski köye yeni adet getirmek" for example literally meaning "Bringing new traditions to old village" is a saying generally used ruthlessly to criticize progressive ideas. No wonder that the national program that targets fostering innovation culture is named "Bring new traditions to old village!"






"If you think I'm driving wrongly, just ring me and hang up. I'll be calling back.
"







Another sad example is the word "yaramaz". When a child is being naughty, we call them "yaramaz" literally meaning "useless". Can you imagine how suppressive can that be? The act of naughtiness is usually coupled with a sense of innovation mixed with some creativity and the culture stamps this act as "useless". Well, I know about this as I had to cope with this word all through my childhood. One who could see my parents' faces after parents days at schools could easily tell I was quite a pain in school administrations' asses. I still enjoy being naughty for very much the same three reasons I have listed above.


Come to think of it, one witnessing life in Turkey would very much surprised if someone told them that Turks are not in peace with innovation or creativity. Because one of the key aspects you would be able to observe in life in Turkey - and in Turks in general - is our fierce practicality and pragmatism.


We are practical animals. Function is important but not the way it is in the Scandinavian design for example - function is achieved somehow with the givens not through minimalist creation. Rather, aspects already there are brought together - possibly ignoring or breaking some rules - to achieve a function. Aesthetics, permanency, perfectionism (hell no!) is not important. This is why yu come acros tousands of typos in signs in Engilish wenin turkey.


To explain the philosophy better, another example would be to mention how the civil engineering
discipline is called in Turkey; "Insaat Mühendisligi" - "Engineering of Building". Civilization versus the building. This is what the classical Turkish thought is all about.

In Turkish society, artfulness in daily life is hailed and to be artful is accepted as the common norm to the degree that sometimes complying with rules is seen as stupidity.

The Turkish cunning behavior generally drives the humorous innovation in daily life and appears at the point where there is some saving in the amount of labor or more rarely in the total cost or the time to spend. An example would be the basket-grocery culture in cities. Especially if you live at one of those streets lined with apartment blocks on both side, it is the norm to call the grocery shop by shouting his name from your window, as soon as the grocery man appears in front his shop, tell him what you need and dangle a basket down to street level for him to put your groceries in and take the money from.

As said, emphasis is always on saving through cunning behavior. But this shouldn't make you think that we like to save as the Japanese people do for example. Hell no - we are big spenders. I think we have been carrying this sense of saving from deep problematic history where tomorrow was always a big unknown.

Today, this sense of saving is merely a competition object for people to play around where results of cunning behavior is compared with other results in a childish sense of competition. Men would compete on how smart they are showing how many rules they broke that day to save on a few meters of extra drive or a few extra Liras.

The classical Turkish innovation versus a product of the new Turkish design that is flourishing at great pace - a boat design which collected many of the major innovation design awards globally last year.


However when you talk about "real" innovation, we are not talking about daily shit anymore, we are talking about the betterment of the future at the cost of "blood and tears". Even if there is a saving in the end, to get there requires long, patient work in an ambiguous environment. We are talking about taking risks. In the case of Turkish society, we even are talking about risking your image in the society because of the fact that even if you messed up everything through traditional methods - they would call you unlucky, but if you would lose it all by trying new things, they would call you stupid.

The whole picture is simply difficult - if not impossible - to accept for us.


This brings us to the general problem of lack of anticipation in the Turks. This phenomenon is much easier to observe when it comes to (not) anticipating even probable catastrophes in near future. The great Istanbul earthquake waiting to happen in probably less than 10 years is a good showcase for example where very little is done in preparation. Or a family continuing to live in the same ruinous apartment despite the repeated warnings and when something bad happens crying loudly in protest of god is also a very Turkish behavior.

I guess this is related to the nomadic past somehow. You see - in the big picture, when you are permanent somewhere, the trouble comes to you. You are the victim who needs to take precautions - to be proactive. The nomad is the trouble itself. The decisions are reactive, immediate and temporary. For the nomad, two steps ahead isn't something to think about. So it is not easy for us to work for the not yet seen catastrophe and as most of the catastrophes arrive without prior set appointments, well...

But in the context of innovation, this lack of anticipation affects more in the gain area; we are very reluctant to work for probable gains which are not seen clearly yet as well.

As I'm writing these I come to realize a strange double facedness in things (but then again if the matter is Turkey and Turks, I would be deeply shocked if things would easily sit on a thought template) :

Turks are extremely good when dealing with ambiguity in their daily lives. But when it comes to the future - even tomorrow - their tactics shift from dealing with ambiguity with reason to a strange fatalism, to an emphasis of temporariness of everything. On the other hand, when it comes to risking, we take risks when dealing with daily problems but when it comes to invest for the future, we suddenly become extremely risk averse when deciding on critical actions.

What makes it even more bizarre is we are perfectly aware of our flaws and contradictions but we love them. We love to make fun of ourselves where we call the Turkish stereotype "yurdum insani" - "human of my country".

Probably thanks to these bizarre national characteristics, there is a very much developed humor culture which created some of the best selling humor magazines in the world. Movies that makes fun of this Turkish stereo type like "Recep Ivedik" gathers millions and millions of people to movie theaters to share one common sentiment. A sentiment which wouldn't be understandable for a foreigner at first sight.

She might not be very helpful when it comes to be innovative but I love this country. I love its strange people. I love the strange sense of humor exemplified by this man here carrying a placard saying "To do a protest, I'm looking for individuals to recruit".

I love this identity which is about the sense of independence, a fierce stubbornness, almost an anarchist rebelliousness.

09/02/2009

Recipe Nr1 - Salmon Meatballs

It's been quite a while since I've quited to be the trolley-case-pulling nomad. More than 6 months have passed since the last time I had to spend more than half of the month on the road.


Writing this last sentence actually felt a bit like as if I was making a speech at the "Travelics" Anonymous convention to receive a medal to celebrate my sixth clean month. Topic for another entry: "Hello, I am Dunning Kruger , I'm a Travelic. "



Anyway; even though being quite busy in Istanbul, not being a nomad anymore grants me access to some of the luxuries that I couldn't even imagine to enjoy while on the road. One of them is quality time in the kitchen.


Cooking is like a mediation session. Very few things are as sedative as cooking on my own in a well lit kitchen listening to some good music. When cooking, you are in complete harmony with your surroundings. You're a part of the kitchen and kitchen is a part of yours. You two become one. It almost feels like the womb.


When cooking, a number of tasks are listed and re-listed on your mind to achieve the correct timing and absolute efficiency. While you undertake the planned tasks one by one, you allow creativity to get involved a great deal where you let indigents dance with each other.


I generally trust my intuition when cooking and my senses didn't disappoint me much until now. Of course, there have been cases where I have messed up a complete meal by pushing too far in innovation, but generally I could say I rarely step on their feet when dancing with ingredients.


This intuitive style of cooking lacks a documentation methodology however where sometimes good ideas get lost as I never take time to note down what I have done. So I decided to use this blog space to record the ideas as generated.


So; a dish from the party we gave on Saturday evening:


Salmon Meatballs


  1. Take fresh Salmon and stripe its skin carefully
  2. Chop it into roughly into 3cm x 3cm cubes.
  3. Then squeeze each of the cubes lightly trying to feel its bones. Make sure that you find and take out all of the bones one by one.
  4. Then mince the cubes into smaller pieces - say half centimeter cubes. Smaller pieces are no good as we want the meatballs feel knobby in mouths.
  5. In a stewpot, boil some rice. Preferably Basmati rice. You shouldn't cook it too much. It should feel "al dente".
  6. Cool the rice and mix it with the salmon you prepared.
  7. Add some soy sauce, fresh black pepper, two egg yolks, some lemon juice, some curry, some olive oil and very little amount of cinnamon.
  8. Then mix everything and mould the mixture for about 5 minutes. It should become of the right consistency to give it the desired form.
  9. Then take a handful of the mixture and roll it to meatball form. Dip the balls in Egg yolk and fry them.

The critical part of this recipe is the way cinnamon enriches the salmon and the way curry and cinnamon fit with each other. Also cinnamon is an excellent natural regulator for blood sugar. This also ensures a sense of fulfillment after the meal.


I'm afraid I'm not very good with scales and measures. So you will have to trust your own senses if you ever try these recipes.

06/02/2009

Life Engineering

In the last two - three weeks I have been busy taking actions to shape my next few years. Ironically all of these actions required heavy dealing with bureaucracy. So heavy that it gave me the impression that our lives are frozen to their shapes in molds of bureaucracy, that the borders of our comfort zones coincide with potential struggling with rules and procedures.

First thing I did was to set up a base camp in the living room, totally occupying the little, red dining table by bringing my LCD screen, printer, files from my little corner study upstairs .



Then I started to work: First issue was that I had to deal with military service issues for which I went to my home town to declare why I didn't report myself in the last year as the law was entitling me to do so after receiving my master's degree. Eventually because of the legal procedures, my case was decided to be taken to the court. So I had to attain a lawyer to deal with this case. Let's see how things will develop there.

Then only to support my case, as decided earlier, I applied for a PhD program. I can't tell how much I resented to write statements of purpose about things which aren't actually my purposes. It felt as if my life was being raped by being entrapped in a situation where I had to show fake enthusiasm about something I didn't like. Too bad that you can't simply write in your statement of purpose that you want to do PhD because it's the only way to avoid military service in the bloody country.

My problem regarding the military service is not very ideological by the way. Neither is the reason that I'm a comfort maniac. It seems to be more like related to an intellectual snobbishness. I just don't want to give my six precious months to a system that I perceive to be uttermost stupid. I don't want to easily hand my contributions to a world where killing and to be killed heroically under a uniform is the perfect norm. Spineless as it is, I will eventually do the service as I wouldn't go to prison for the "cause". But I don't want to ease things for the state by volunteering either. So I stick with this light defense mode I guess.

Then when the PhD application was over I have applied for a work permit to be able to start a subsidiary in the UK of our company in Turkey. It was also hell a lot of paper work but managed to finish that at last.

Sleepless nights under piles of paper. Depending on their results and how the business shapes, in June 2009, I might be;

a- A soldier
b- Ripping my ass in the UK enduring all the complexities to set up a company from scratch again and this time in a new country.
c- Continuing working for my company and attend a PhD program that I totally dislike.

Let's see how my life will be molded this time.