good morning İstanbul! Günaydın! stashed our luggage at the Hilton and headed out to the flea market minutes from it. The ladies, by Maurice Sendak, pictured above prepared gözleme with spinach and feta. Inspired, I contemplated restarting my typewriter collection and other aberrations, like a good flea market should. I

I am hoping to catch up to historic events along our trajectory from KSA to Oman, before the war, even Egypt, a post about which I have started, after months . . . to current events. Today is International Women's Day in İstanbul. The police are out in force bearing arms

yes this is before the war, the area Juffair, الجفير, on reclaimed land, it had been a US dormitory area, hotels, for the base ... and grew. More was as Jalal said re-landed. Jo headed back to Riyadh, accompanied on the plane by: I waited on my visa, with the invaluable

this morning, Viktor Frankl's lost lectures on the meaning of life caught my eye at The Marginalian—marginalia on the search for meaning. A review by Maria Popova of lectures originally given in German, for the first time translated into English, under the sensational title of Yes to

After the post-script mode & memory to the AI Perceptual Ontology post, which I filed under theory, I had to ask myself if it was really or whether I was not in an echo chamber with the LLM providing the echo. I threw in two quick and dirty prompts as

I believe, although it was wearing a blinder, a hood, or, in Arabic, a burqa (the same word as the full-body covering for women), even the falcon knew it was being photographed and was posing. The cat certainly knew it was. The goat refused to be photographed. Behind the cockatoo,