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Welcome to the Nineteen EightyMix high-speed brain service to Nowhereham; calling at Beeston, Nottingham, London, Washington DC, Detroit and Istanbul, arriving Nowhereham at TwentyNever FiftyFive. During your journey, please keep your names and e-mails with you at all times. Leaving an anonymous entry may disrupt others’ journey and cause severe delays. While aboarding, please mind the gap between the brain and the keyboard. The brain is now departing. Stand clear of the closing pages please?
Journey Report
READING: my library notes === WRITING: the first two chapters of my dissertation === LISTENING TO: Julie London, Stacey Kent, Katie Melua, Dean Martin === WATCHING: Films from our video archieve === STRUGGLING WITH: Wembley syndrome (that is, failing to meet the deadlines) === MISSING: care-free days (well, other than missing the deadlines) === PLANNING: my dissertation === ENJOYING: married life
Sibelius Quarterly
Methodology of Word and Text Relationships
About Me
- Name: Emrah
- Location: Beeston, Nottingham, United Kingdom
Before moving to England, I have had travelled by train only a few times – thanks to the obsoleteness of railway transportation in Turkey, – so that it was almost a long forgotten childhood memory for me. After starting to reside here in Beeston, however, it became an enjoyable weekly routine. Travelling perhaps creates the most comfortable and suitable circumstances for me under which my brain rails away alongside of the serene countryside or of urban hastiness, lying beyond the other side of the window. Images fleet one after another until the final destination. So do ideas, yet they seem to take me to nowhere. Anyway… Due to baggage regulations on this brain service, I need to abandon some excess thoughts just here, the Mailway Station.
Turkish guy from Istanbul. Currently residing in London for academic studies (in Nottingham). Doing Ph.D. on the Solo Songs of Jean Sibelius, the Finnish composer.
I like music. My name, Emrah, is supposed to mean "folk poet who plays, sings and dances." Can I play an instrument? No. Can I dance well? Imm, no. What about singing? Well... So so.
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