Jessica Karen Szohr

Posted in The Muses on February 8th, 2010 by Sinan

I really don’t know what happened here. Until the most recent episodes of Gossip Girl, Jessica was the “eh, I am not sure” girl in my opinion. Most of my friends also agreed on this comment. Yet, as the episodes progressed, this actress/model from Wisconsin, blossomed into a really attractive girl. Supposedly she started her career at the age of 6 with and ad campaign for Quaker Oats.

I still have difficulty making a strong argument for her attractiveness in the TV show. She has her moments of glamour. But out in the media, at regular city sightings and events, she keeps it going.

Sinanation going Global

Posted in DEBATES, IDEAS, ETC. on February 5th, 2010 by Sinan

It is  a great source of happiness and pride to see Sinanation’s ever-expanding global reach. Thanks to Google Analytics, I now have the opportunity to see the origins of my readers. Here are the places Sinanation has been so far:

  • U.S.
  • Turkey
  • U.K.
  • Canada
  • Italy
  • France
  • Germany
  • Norway
  • Brazil
  • Argentina
  • Ireland
  • Australia
  • China
  • India
  • Thailand
  • Saudi Arabia
  • South Korea
  • Senegal

Thanks to all the readers!

Istanbul at Night – Volume 2

Posted in Music on February 5th, 2010 by Sinan

The follow-up to the original Istanbul at Night mix comes with a selection of Turkish songs I have been listening to while walking to the office in the mornings. They have been my favorite so far for 2010. Some are classics remixed and others are hits from the 2nd half of 2009. As I mentioned in “The Thing about Turkish Songs” most lyrics reflect on cruel love and breakups. Thanks to the beats on the background, one can dance to these sad songs rather than being dragged into contemplation and reflection. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. After all, they have been my wake-up call for the last two months.

Wanted – Andrea Favale

Posted in Wanted - People on February 4th, 2010 by Sinan

Name: Andrea Favale

Nickname: Fava, the Italian Stallion

Notable Appearance: On the brink of being built up. Failure to do so would make him chubby. Loaded with Italian Merino body hair.

Can’t do without: Black cotton t-shirts, black shirts, jeans, Argentinian Malbec red wine, Red wine from Puglia, Las Vegas, California, entrepreneurship, Porsche Carrera, fiery Latin women, big breasts, curvy buttocks, Brazil, the Internet, Patrick Bateman’s vision of life, steakhouses

Notable Hobbies: Investing in real estate, starting companies, reading about the progress in the media and technology, traveling, contemplating, diversifying, watching action movies, blogging

Weakness: Ethanol

Favorite Quote: “What’s up SinanBa?”

Last Seen: London, Istanbul, Lecce, New York, Cambridge, Trancoso/Brazil, www.artandseek.com, TheWaterRat, Old Homestead Steakhouse NYC, CityandOut

Action Movie? Probably not…

Posted in DEBATES, IDEAS, ETC., New York City, Ski - Americas, Ski Resorts on February 3rd, 2010 by Sinan

Set out for a weekend of skiing, we drove down to Pennsylvania, to the mighty Pocono Mountains. There is actually nothing mighty about it. Set just a few kilometers off the I-80, Poconos reminds one nothing more than a hilltop creamed with a mix of natural and man-made snow. Still, with only a 1.5 hour drive from Manhattan, this place seems to be the most convenient “Alpine skiing” for a New Yorker.

Blame it on the low altitude and our persistence to disregard the weather reports, Poconos greeted us with heavy rain. Thus, we weren’t left with any other option but to try out the Sunset Hill shooting range, located 15 minutes away from the ski resort. Excluding one friend who has been there once before, we were too clueless to have any expectations on this vicious activity. Scarface, Lord of War, the Last Action Hero and numerous other action movies were there to misguide us to what we were going to witness in real life.

The shooting range on the horizon, we were perplexed with the sound coming from the other side of the wooden fence. It was smashing through the windows and rocketing into our ears without any welcome. Without a glimpse of this heart-pounding sound’s source, we galloped into the cabin where we would sign in to observe and test. Huge ear muffs blocking the sound and large plastic glasses protecting the eyes, we moved into a lethal weapon heaven. Above a carpet of used bullets, children to grandfathers, everyone was there to bring out the Agent 47 inside them. They were all eyes and ears, carefully observing every move of their instructors. From AK-47s to sniper guns, the sexiest lethal weapons of our time were proudly displayed  in their sections. Cold, crisp, determined and too light for the purpose they serve, each gun was ready to be fired. Overwhelmed with power, confused by accessibility and surprised by the difficulty of hitting the targets, we tried to understand a world we observed only through the media and the movies. We were so far away, but yet so close. The gun scenes on the white screen became a joke. The reality of wars became heavier than ever.

Dream Homes – New York, NY

Posted in Real Estate on February 2nd, 2010 by Sinan

Location: 203 E. 13th St., New York, NY (between 2nd and 3rd ave.)

Type: One of the very few roof-top townhouses constructed around Manhattan. Built on top of the Historic Kiehl’s Building built in 1851, this compact penthouse home is set on two floors.

The first floor has the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room. The second floor has the roof deck.

Price: USD 1.1m

Wanted – Osman Can Ongun

Posted in Wanted - People on February 1st, 2010 by Sinan

Sinanation thanks Fuat Pamukcu, Yusuf Ruso and Selim Aykut for their contribution to this post.

Name: Osman Can Ongun

Nickname: Oshmo, Osho

Notable Appearance: Tall, muscular built. Short hair with long sideburns featuring organic hair gel.

Can’t do without: Eating like there is no tomorrow, rowing, safe boxes, jogging, plaid shirts, blazers, knitted sweaters over the shoulders, networking, wrestling

Notable Hobbies: Introducing himself with a faux British accent, wearing a female-fedora, naming his chest muscles “Edi” and “Budu” and flexing them one at a time, enjoying life in frat parties, becoming a member of exclusive gentleman’s clubs

Weakness: Business cards

Last seen: Burdur, 58. Piyade Alay Komutanligi, in camouflage, enjoying is faux-military career for 21 days, Anjelique Istanbul, London

Miranda Kerr

Posted in The Muses on January 29th, 2010 by Sinan

Some argue that I am always more fond of the blonds. Against this urban legend, I make a very strong exception with Miranda Kerr. This unbelievably attractive Australian girl was born in 1983 and became famous at the age of 13 after winning a contest held by the children’s magazine, Dolly. Growing in the countryside outside of Sydney, she remembers her childhood in a place where “nobody cared about what you wore”. Considering her looks, I believe she wouldn’t be judged by the clothes anywhere.

Having the pleasure of running into her a few times in Manhattan and seeing her latest photo shoot with GQ, I admit that this girl with the sweetest dimples is one of the most attractive women in my book. With that being said, I despise Orlando Bloom for dating her and thank Victoria’s Secret for all the fashion shows she appeared in.

Bodywatching – The Buttocks

Posted in DEBATES, IDEAS, ETC., Flirt, Date, Love, etc., RELATIONSHIPS on January 28th, 2010 by Sinan

This is an amazing post written by my friend, mentor and business partner Andrea on his blog http://thewaterrat.com/

I enjoyed it so much that I had to share it on Sinanation too. All credits to Andrea and his secret book on body parts.

The buttocks have quite unfairly become the joke region of the human body. They make people laugh; they are a popular subject for dirty jokes. The behind, the back side, the bum, the buns, the arse, the rump, the bottom – whatever name they are given, the buttocks are looked upon as either ridiculous or obscene. Even when they are considered an erotic zone, because of their proximity with the genitals, they are more likely to be pinched or slapped than caressed.

It’s easy to see how this negative attitude has come about. The buttocks are not alone. Between them lurks the anus, through which must pass, day after day, all our solid waste matter and - even more notoriously – the occasional emission of gas. Furthermore, when we bend down the genitals swing into view, also framed by the twin curves of the buttocks. So there is no escaping excretory and sexual associations.

It follows from this that to display the buttocks is interpreted either as a gross insult – a symbolic act of defecation on an enemy – or as a gross obscenity – a shameless presentation of sexual organs.

The buttocks display is sometimes made more abusive by the addition of the phrase ‘kiss my arse’. Taken at face value this is insulting because it demands a humiliating act of subordination. But there is more to it than that: the Greeks believed that the buttocks were the most beautiful part of the human anatomy. The human hemispheres were so different from the tough patches of hardened skin on the lean-bottomed apes that the Greeks saw them, quite correctly, as supremely human and non-bestial. The curvaceous Goddess of Love, Aphrodite Kallipygos – the ‘Goddess with Beautiful Buttocks’ – was said to have a behind more aesthetically pleasing than any other part of her anatomy.

It was argued that if rounded buttocks were the hallmark distinguishing mankind from the beasts, then the monsters of darkness must lack this particular anatomical feature. Early Europeans believed that the devil, even though he could assume human form, could never complete the transformation because he could never manage to simulate the rounded human buttocks. Historically, the devil was depicted as having another face instead of the buttocks. This second face is the one which was supposed to be kissed by witches as part of the ritual of the Sabbath.  The concept of arse-kissing survived and the popular phrase was incorporated in the modern insult.

The females of apes have brightly colored rumps. Their hind quarters become increasingly conspicuous and swollen as the time of ovulation approaches, then recede again as it passes. This means that a male can tell at a glance whether a female is sexually active.

Human females are different. Their rumps do not rise and fall with their menstrual cycles. Their buttocks remain protuberant throughout. Matching this, sexuality also remains high. As part of her pair-bonding system, the human female has extended her sexiness so that she’s always potentially responsive to the male (mhhhh…).  The female’s sex signal is accentuated by two other properties: the backward rotation of the pelvis and the sway of the hips in walking. The typical female has a more arched back than the male. When she walks, the different leg and hip design of the female skeleton produces a greater undulation in the buttock region. She wiggles as she walks.

The females of our early ancestors were much bigger-buttock-ed than their modern counterparts as evidence from ancient skeletons points out. One possible explanation of this is that our ancestors mated from behind. As we evolved into erect posture and our rump muscles bulged into buttocks, the swollen shape became the main sex signal. Females with larger rumps sent the stronger sex signals so that this condition started to increase until the buttocks became huge. The huge buttocks started however to interfere with the sexual act. The males solved the problem by switching to frontal copulation. As part of this new approach, the female breasts became permanently swollen as mimics of the large hemispherical buttocks. This later version of the human female, better balanced and more agile, was at a considerable advantage over the fat-laden earlier model, which was gradually replaced.

The presentation of the buttocks in a humble bent-over posture has had an enduring role as an appeasement gesture. In this respect there is no difference between the ape and human individual. In all cases the ‘presenter’ is saying “I offer myself in the passive female role. Please show your dominance by mounting me instead of attacking me”. The dominant individuals rarely attack such a subordinate, either ignoring it, or else mounting it briefly and making a few formalized pelvic thrusts.

Between lovers, buttock clasping is common in both courtship and copulation itself. It is this sexual linkage, again, that causes the occasional furore over the notorious Italian pursuit of bottom-pinching. Any attractive girl walking the streets of an Italian city is liable to have her buttocks pinched by admiring strangers.

A Little Night Music

Posted in Movies & Theater, New York City on January 28th, 2010 by Sinan

Seeing Broadway shows become the most favorite activity whenever my aunt is in town. Musicals are the only preference. No exceptions can be made for dramas, even if they include famous Hollywood actors or actresses in the cast. A Little Night Music would have been no exception if it wasn’t a musical. On top of all, the appearance of Catherine Zeta-Jones was the best excuse not to miss it.

Set at the turn of the last century, A Little Night Music interweaves a tangled web of former and current lovers among the upper crust elite of Sweden. Esteemed lawyer Fredrik Egerman has recently married a young virgin, Anne, whom his son, Henrik, has also fallen madly in love. Fredrik’s dedication to his blushing bride is tested when he reunites with a former flame, the famed (and fading) actress Desiree Armfeldt. Things grow more complicated when her jealous (and married) lover Count Carl-Magnus Malcolm gets wind of the reunion. The coupling and uncoupling comes to a head when Desirée convinces her mother to host Fredrik and his family for a weekend on her lavish country estate—and the Count, with wife in tow, crashes the party.

Despite an extremely predictable storyline, I enjoyed watching A Little Night Music because of the incredible performance by Angela Lansbury (as Madame Armfeldt) and Catherine Zeta-Jones (as Desiree Armfeldt).

It was actually a big surprise to see Angela Lansbury, whom I have always enjoyed watching on the T.V. series “Murder, She Wrote”, pop out on the stage during the first act. I wasn’t familiar with her name, but recognized the face right away. The way she portrays Madame Armfeldt, an aristocratic Swede in the midst of extinction, is impeccable. Lansbury’s British accent should be treated as a national treasure. Catherine Zeta-Jones, as the wild, frisky daughter of Madame Armfeldt, also portrays a great performance. It seems she has found the perfect character for herself on stage with her fiery moves and passionate looks.

Like all the other musicals, A Little Night Music has a little too many songs and dances. The first act, which takes a little less than 1.5 hours, can be easily shortened to an hour. For example, the song about the journey to the countryside is unnecessarily long. There is also the fact that some scenes are too heavy to be decorated with singing and dancing. Such a scene is a death the audience witnesses towards the end of the musical.

A Little Night Music at the Walter Kerr Theatre (48th between 7th and 8th Ave.)