…and to announce that we have reached over 100 followers and had 10,000+ visits over the 5 months of our existence! These stats are small potatoes to some, but the Karagöz puppets (and their human) are spinning and dancing with pride. These stats represent a goal we were aiming for when we started this venture back in July. Now we just need to keep on bloggin’ and finish the manuscript re-draft over summer 2012 so we can shop it around for sure rejection! 🙂
I started the process of writing about what I call my “road trip through cross-cultural marriage” in large part due to inspiration from my good friend Trisha Thomas over at www.mozarellamamma. Mozzarella Mamma is a fabulous blog about deadlines, diapers and la dolce vita (a.k.a. an American journalist parenting kids in Roma with an Italian husband). You should check it out. Trisha has been scribbling notes on napkins and notepads for years – and her skills as a raconteur extraordinaire are unmatched. She always brings down the house.
So, my skill isn’t in bringing down the house, but I do love to write, and given that I was steeped in every imaginable fairy tale compendium as a child (far beyond the Brothers Grimm), I love to write stories as well. As an undergraduate student, I studied anthropology – and thus my love of the observation of culture and understanding cross-cultural conflict was born. Although my professional writing is as dry as a bone found on a hot summer day in the desert near the Syrian border, in, say, Sogmatar, pictured here, somehow the Karagöz puppets came to me naturally as a way to spice up my observations.
These tiny wax paper puppets in my head “embody” the at-times confusing messages racketing around the brain as they relate to the management of cross-cultural moments galore in my Turkish-American marriage. I have a few faithful followers and readers who see some glory in this madness – so I am going to keep on going. Doing this kind of writing has been like manna from heaven in an otherwise statistics and bureaucracy-filled world of work. So, thanks readers for your support – but most of all thanks to M. without whom, as he loves to say, there would be no slowly-by-slowly blog. Even though I shudder with horror at the idea of him heating up chili in the can on our stove (as he learned to do in the Turkish army and which sometimes explodes) on the nights I am teaching (along with Kenne the puppet who is focused on etiquette and appearances) – without M. there would certainly be less light and lightheartedness in my life. Thanks, M. for supporting this project! Seni seviyorum!
- The Twelve Days of Christmas: Karagöz puppet-style (slowly-by-slowly.com)
- Karagöz: Consider this a formal introduction to himself (slowly-by-slowly.com)
- On the 1st day of Christmas: Meet Esma, the hippie Karagöz puppet (slowly-by-slowly.com)
- On the 2nd day of Christmas: Meet Bebe Ruhi, a Karagöz puppet with Dwarfism and a whole lotta goof (slowly-by-slowly.com)
- On the 3rd day of Christmas: Meet Khadijah, a worker from Egypt (slowly-by-slowly.com)