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Hallowe’en in Istanbul
I want to indulge Peter, but I can’t rightly recall seeing a carved pumpkin in Istanbul. This is what they do to pumpkins, though: It’s called kabak tatlısı, and it’s delicious.
I’m stretching things, though, because I’d probably identify the vegetable in question as a squash.
Some people do celebrate Hallowe’en here. Apparently, this party happened on Friday night. I find this kind of music as annoying as the sound of a pneumatic drill, though:
I’m sorry, Peter, this is a bit lackluster.
Wait! I know. Here you go! A black cat!
Conveniently, I have one on hand in every color you might need, for every holiday and special occasion. And I actually have it on excellent authority that the cat in question is a familiar: She’s apparently seven feet tall. I was assured of this by someone who is really expert in the matter. The odd thing is that everyone who knows this cat agrees that there’s something unusual about her, even if we wouldn’t necessarily use the same language to describe it.
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hahaha, reminds of Mr Denis Praguer latest podcast : ”the kids these day dance on base only, no melody, no rhythm, it is like primitive music.”
hahaha, reminds of Mr Denis Praguer latest podcast : ”the kids these day dance on base only, no melody, no rhythm, it is like primitive music.” ·Oct 31 at 2:23am
If only it were: some primitive music is really compelling. This is just boring and annoying.
It’s hard to have a tradition built on top of the rise of evil spirits on the evening before (Christian) All Saints Day when the foundation isn’t there…..
Here in Spain, it seems that I, as the only American most of my cow-orkers know personally, bear the brunt of Spaniards’ frustration of creeping American holidays. The funny thing is, the type of Spaniard that I get along with the best, on a personal level, are the type that are not ashamed of their flag, or afraid to show some patriotism, who resent English, despite being pretty good at understanding it, and who make a pretty good argument that Valentines day and Halloween are being pushed solely as a commercial enterprise, and that Spanish kids don’t need both Santa Claus and the Three Wise Men.
They may be right, but what else are you going to do when half of your youth are unemployed, other than add as many holidays as possible? I shall be inviting some of them this Thanksgiving, for my traditional feast of Long Chicken, at the nearest Burger King. ¡Olé!