Tuesday, 6 September 2011

₪ Mr Portokalos and the Golden Apple.

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"The Torture of Tantalus"
Gioacchino Assereto
September has always been my favorite time of the year. Autumn brings a fresh air of mental revivification after summertime and reboots our system for the new season. Among other things, I had one more reason to expect the fall, and that would be a new pair of shoes.
Aunt Stella wasn't so well off, but to me, she always seemed like a millionaire. She would send a huge parcel to her sisters back in Greece, with many goodies for all the family to share, including the Holy Grail of every 10 years old boy back in the nineties; the latest Jordans. They are the most typical Greek-American family that someone could describe: they have two kids, own a diner, live in Astoria in Queens, and my uncle's name is Gus. Sounds familiar?

"Give me a word, any word, and I'll show you that the root of that word is Greek! Kimono, kimono, kimono... Ha! Of course! Kimono is coming from the Greek word himona, it means winter. So, what do you wear in the wintertime to stay warm? A robe. You see; Robe, Kimono."

 Mister Portokalos, was wrong, but he's so cute, that I feel we could forget his effort to

Monday, 5 September 2011

₪ Crisis Symptosis?

   Philosophy is a very complicated matter. In contrast with any other science, philosophy is perhaps the only one, that it´s almost impossible to disagree completely with any of its´ types and branches, no matter where someone's beliefs stand. That is the beauty and at the same time the curse of Philosophy. But what makes philosophy great, even superior  -I would dare say-  to all the other sciences? It´s her ability to be applied at any situation and any moment of humans´ rout to existence. It´s there at any occasion of our life, at any simple thing we do, even when we do nothing at all. Simply, Philosophy is diachronic. It doesn't changes, or alternates. It never ends or gets completed. And this exact ability of eternal existence and improvement, is what makes her the basis of humanity.
   If we search carefully, we will see that all theories and sayings of every philosopher, can be used in many happenings of our life, even after hundreds of years. Xenophon Zolotas was not a philosopher, neither a politician, but an economist. An economist that turned up to be a politician and a philosopher of no comparison to any of the modern Greeks. A man of true honour and virtue, in a time that the words patrician, traitor, corrupted and divided, were and still are synonyms of any Greek man in the Hellenic parliament. Significantly, he is one of the very few men globally, that has run a country without even being a politician, without belonging to any party.
   His virtue was such, that he became prime-minister by appointment of the Hellenic people and the members of the parliament, to save the country at the last moment. Zolotas -even though he was a mathematician and an economist- became famous for demonstrating the contribution of Hellenic, language to the English vocabulary by making English speeches, as he said, "using with the exception of articles and prepositions, only Greek words", to foreign audiences. Two of those speeches in English, perhaps the very best he had ever made, are considered to be historic, because they contained only terms of Greek origin. The subject of them both, was the ruthless and profiteering policy of the IMF (International Monetary Fund) and the World Bank that literally blood-drained Hellas with the interests and the terms that they applied on their loans.

Friday, 2 September 2011

₪ The Irish quality of failing better.

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Ireland 1780
Having always been attracted to locations of historical and cultural interest; destinations like Memphis, Persepolis, or Machu Picchu, are ever in my thoughts about spirituality. Parthenon would be included too if it wasn't for the fact that I have almost grown up inside-and-around it as an Athenian. I am a Greek, therefore; I seek. 
I want to step on the same places that these people once did, walk through their paths, see and touch in my mind, the world they once lived in before our holy wars destroyed everything in the name of vanity. The place that has ever attracted me the most is Ireland. In my view, the Celts are culturally entwined into a superlative ethnos, like a greater Dál Riata; a cultural bridge between their island and other civilisations, that despite being so different, they are so much the same, by influencing their neighbours through their culture. 

The Irish in spite of being conquered, they conquer their oppressors with the way they forged the worldwide literature in the last two centuries.
I've always felt inextricably tied to them since childhood, and for some inexplicable reason perceived these lands as if they were my own. Even back in the 80's, with encyclopaedias and regular books being the only sources of information, my first choice amongst other cultures, were them Gaels. Perhaps I am positively biassed in their favour because of a hypothesis that suggests that Mycenean tribes and clans immigrated to the Pretanic Isles during the sociopolitical changes in Bronze Age Greece. Examining other people's opinions on the matter, I can clearly see that there is perhaps some nationalistic inclination to support the theorem, but I can not reject keeping an eye open for some interesting coincidences and facts.

"Ossian Receiving the Ghosts of Fallen French Heroes"
Anne-Louis Girodet
Myths are there for a reason, and where is smoke, there might be some fire as well in some cases. I am not alleging all myths to be true, of course not; but if we rejected the possibility of a more realistic explanation behind them, we would have missed a lot.
Heinrich Schliemann was constantly mocked and ridiculed by the academic community for believing what Homer wrote in his Iliad and Odyssey. These writings were to the academics just mythology and would have never been accepted by historians, archaeologists and other acknowledged scientists of his time. The good thing for us is that Schliemann never gave a fuck; he raised a big fat middle finger to everyone, left for Greece and Turkey, opened his translation of Homer and start digging. Today, we can actually visit the archaeological sites of the two cities that were part of the first world war in histo