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It is pouring rain in London right now. Typical English weather i guess. I live in a Turkish neighborhood. I got my haircut the other day at a Turkish barber shop. No one spoke much English. It was interesting. He got a burning hot metal stick and put it close to my face. Supposed to be good for your skin I guess. Then he rubbed some pink liquid on my face.

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William Keckler said…
Hi Marcus,

Todd Swift wrote an enjoyable poem about this same experience...being clipped by a Turkish barber...it had a very funny (sounds odd, I know) imagining of his throat being cut...it was all mental though...I think the burning rod was really for abacination...it was to put out your eyes...clearly you have mutant superpowers, which is why it didn't work...good job.

I didn't even know you had changed countries. i'm out of touch.

i added a feed from you on my blog yestreen. now maybe i can get the news that stays news with some more regularity.

(i forget whether i used shampoo while i'm still in the tub. i have to touch my hair to see if it's wet).
marlowe said…
Hi,

Being of Turkish heritage I would like to enlighten the situation with my humble opinion:

If the metal rod had cotton dipped in alcohol and the barber gently made it touch your face while burning, the purpose of this operation is most likely to burn the facial hair. Though I don't have any idea what the liquid is.
postpran said…
thanks Marlowe :-) Yes I rather enjoyed the experience. I actually considered teaching English in Istanbul lately. But think I will try London for a while. Get a chance. My face felt good after the experience.

And William thanks for the feed. Will have to check the Swift. I like the feed. the feed is good. I want to feel in touch as well. Thought since I am now in an English speaking country I would feel in touch but it hasn't happened yet. I am in another alien world. The world of marketing lingo and database cleaning and kissing ass. Think that will come to an end very soon for good or ill. Want my energy back even if it is sometimes self-destructive. Boredom is hell :-)

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