The Dynamic Sublime in Vulnerability Scanning –

The Dynamic Sublime in Vulnerability Scanning -

Just as soon as I talk about Hippocrates’ Oath, BELGIAN HIPPOS test positive for COVID-19! But seriously, I’d like to go back to my original intention (after that little Bryant detour) of blogging about my cultural travels in chess.

As I said, I’m thankful to chess for allowing me to be exposed to different cultures, not only for the experience but also for the trains of thought that chunking these cultures has afforded me, as I draw my “navigation map” through the treacherous waters of life. For me, the Topkapi Palace or the Hagia Sofia (the place of worship that fell to the Ottomans during the siege of Constantinople by Mehmet et al. in 1453, which as I was discussing with my Turkish Friend, was recently reconverted into a mosque due to political reasons — the political/moral “game” which I have NO interest in playing as I said) didn’t excite my senses as much as the “outdoors” so to speak — not ONLY did I feel high & mighty on the Tahtali Mountain (according to Dad) but also enjoyed shopping at the one & ONLY Grand Bazaar, or even just tasting simple pleasures such as chestnuts roasting on an open fire in the middle of the NEW town (which is separated by a beautiful “golden” — as it’s called — strait, or whatever “water-term” they call it ) from the old town of the capital city of Istanbul.

I know MOST  of you know a COUPLE of my travel stories already but I want to share just one more right now (which I don’t think I’ve told yet but I could be wrong): so, after the tournament & all, we visited Istanbul (because the WYCC was held in Kemer, Anatolia — which was a LITTLE confusing because the hotel receptionist kept saying “Kemera, Kemera” & Dad was saying but we don’t want to buy Cameras!  But seriously, after the GRUELing tournament we were able to relax in the capital city, thank G-d!) where we stayed in this luxurious hotel (although I’m sure it was incomparable to the one GM Alex Alekhine stayed at on the Jersey Shoe) with fancy-schmancy breakfast, & where the bells of the mosques would ring for prayer through the days. And ONE day we decided to go to “the BEST “ fish restaurant in all the land, so the chauffeur or whatever drove us to the spot — we paid & thanked him profusely & then subsequently proceeded to enter the restaurant, escorted to our table, & sitting here, hungry for our delicious salmon or whatever was being served on the menu. Unfortunately though (lo & BEHOLD! ) they didn’t have Salmon, or trout, or snapper (I may be exaggerating the types of fish here but I hope you get my point!)… And I literally didn’t care but my dad was like “WHAT KINDA FISH RESTO DOESN’T HAVE FISH??” (Even now we joke about it; it’s impossible for me to post links from my phone but if you search Monty Python Cheese Shop on YT then you can imagine how THIS experience was like )

ANYwho though, what I’m trying to say is that it’s these little things that impresses & molded me in my cultural trips aboard — not so much the grandiose palaces/places of worship or the museums (although I DID enjoy those as well in their own right), because as I said for my mental map which we need to navigate, again, the treacherous waters of life, the small events like experiencing the fishless fish shop or snacking on the chestnuts in the middle of the square were really what was memorable for me. And the reason, I think, is THIS: with architecture you only get a feel for the geogpolitical history of the state, whereas with “Nature” you experience culture in a fresh dynamic state, a state which is vital (in my personal opinion) for understanding/conceptualizing the stereotypical “Force” (as what really is Life but a collection of monads?) of a nation. 

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