V Formation on Flickr. It’s more interesting when humans do the V-formation.
V Formation on Flickr. It’s more interesting when humans do the V-formation.
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The Quiet Ones

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And so the volume has incrementally risen, the imbecilic din encroaching on one place after another — mass transit, waiting rooms, theaters, museums, the library — until this last bastion of civility and calm, the Quiet Car, has become the battlefield where we quiet ones, our backs forced to the wall, finally hold our ground. 

It's amazing that in today's digital age you'd think that the consumption on Internet devices would quiet people down. Instead, it's made people ignorant and blind to the Quiet Car, the only bastion of public serenity we have left.

Just another click?

Every morning the train conductor counts the number of people that exit the train. He wants to make sure everyone paid.

As a customer, you just become a tally like everyone else. There's no rewards program or special treatment for years of traveling. You don't get any recognition at all.

A lot of people carry on there lives like another click, another meaningless cog in a controlled system of service. You deserve better.

Life is one part showing up consistently, another part doing the work and standing out. The commute may be the desultory part. Once you step up off the train, you must take positive action.

Prove to the world that you're a consistent doer, and you can tally up your own success and get recognized for it just as you deserve.

Turkey, At The Crossroads

There’s incredibly controlled tension in Turkey, a quiescent clash of civilizations between Ottoman and European empires, East and West, Islam and Christianity, and modernity versus traditional ways of life.

The three cities I visited in Turkey each had their own unique way of life.

Ankara is a city five hours East of Istanbul. Ankara is the capital of Turkey and like DC is the host of multiple colleges. It is here where we visited Ataturk’s Memorial (Anitkabir), which looks much like the Lincoln Memorial. Like Lincoln, Ataturk saved and rebuilt the nation.

Ataturk was a visionary, modernizing it for the 21st Century. Ataturk is a god in Turkey, an omnipresent image on signs, billboards, and statues that constantly remind the Turks to continue his vision.

Elmalik is a small village of 90 people, mostly relatives. The town has its own mosque, coffee shop, livestock, and crops. It even has its own unique dance. Elmalik is a flashback to life a century ago before automobiles and of course, the Internet. The villagers work hard, consuming only what they produce. It’s a gentle reminder that we have to be grateful for what we have.

Eregli is a steel town on the Black Sea, 2 hours northeast of Istanbul. My wife grew up in Eregli surrounded by seagulls, fresh fish, ships, and the cave where Hercules is known to have killed the three-headed dog Cerberus. In addition to the expanded family and never-ending servings of Borek, there are two specific things that I’ll never forget about Eregli.

The first is the military. Eregli is a critical industrial harbor, one that Turkey protects carefully to stave off the potential for Russian interference which sits across the other side of the Black Sea. The battle for resources is something Americans rarely feel as a remote island with major distance between competitive powers. Eregli is right at the heart of economic and military attention.

My wife used to live in a different part of Eregli now occupied by conservatives. The area felt like a scene from Iraq, with women in black veils head to toe and kids running around unruly on rocky streets. I felt slightly scared but more curious.

The second lasting memory of my trip to Eregli is the woman that refused to shake my hand. I accepted her behavior but also became frustrated with her lack of compassion and ignorance. Unfortunately, there are many others in Turkey that think the same way. It’s for this reason Turkey is stuck between the past and future.

Instanbul is a clash of civilizations. It’s the archetype of world order, where cultures stand out and get equally embraced. The pluralism in this city goes back to the precedent set by Ataturk to move into modernity. He converted Hagia Sophia into a museum to celebrate all walks of life.

Hagia Sophia is the antithesis to religious war, perhaps the world’s apotheosis of global unity. The Turkish Airlines motto “Globally yours” isn’t so far fetched after all.

The energy, crowds, and pace in Istanbul is just like New York. Just stroll through Istiklal at midnight. Istanbul is the only city in the world that walks backward and forward at the same time, balancing tradition with the future. It’s at the heart of world order, where all cultures and beliefs intertwine.

The 10-hour flight from JFK to Istanbul isn’t so bad if you leave at midnight and sleep 80% of the time. I didn’t get as much reading as I would’ve liked but I got enough sleep to carry me over the dawn of jet lag. After a five hour drive I’m now in Ankara, Turkey’s capital with plans to get the download on Ataturk and attend the castle for both viewing and our first Anniversary dinner. My initial impressions of Turkey are the same for every foreign country I visit, a deep influence of American culture mostly in the form of food, beverages, and entertainment. Apparently there’s 3 Starbucks near me now. There’s much to explore on a full day one here. More to come tomorrow. Stay tuned.
The 10-hour flight from JFK to Istanbul isn’t so bad if you leave at midnight and sleep 80% of the time. I didn’t get as much reading as I would’ve liked but I got enough sleep to carry me over the dawn of jet lag. After a five hour drive I’m now in Ankara, Turkey’s capital with plans to get the download on Ataturk and attend the castle for both viewing and our first Anniversary dinner. My initial impressions of Turkey are the same for every foreign country I visit, a deep influence of American culture mostly in the form of food, beverages, and entertainment. Apparently there’s 3 Starbucks near me now. There’s much to explore on a full day one here. More to come tomorrow. Stay tuned.

We put our bikes together at Yogyakarta airport, overseen by a crowd of curious locals, and then made our way through the motorcycle-infested streets of the city. We broke free of the traffic onto less congested streets and headed for Borobudur. The ancient Buddhist temple is the reason most people go to Yogyakarta and it’s the most visited tourist attraction in Indonesia.

Java | Rapha


‘Thank you’ x200+

Imagine saying that to every ticket holder on the train. Every day.

The main reason train conductors say ‘Thank you' is not only to show they care (although you could argue it's desultory) but also to mentally check a passenger off the list. It also triggers the passenger to put away their ticket. Relief.

They say to practice speech in front of a mirror for a reason. We remember what we say better than what we think, more so than inner monologue. But we really remember our lines when we speak with emotion, as do others when we say it to them.

That's why the monotone ‘Thank you' is such a practical and word, a paradox rife with boredom.