Emir's Mediterranean Cafe - Part 3

Elma fastened her eyes on Emir's adamsapple, still trying to catch her breath. And he started to uncover his medium rare idea after swallowing his palate's juice rushed suddenly into his mouth:

"Okay, what was I saying? Yes! We'r gonna rock guys, this cafe's gonna turn into a temple!"

Calcuta crossed his arms, the Chef shifted his weight to the other leg and rolled his eyes, Elma didn't move.

"A camera right there (pointing with his index finger, through the beaded curtain, at a dark corner inside), on all day long, for an entire week! how about that?" his eyes scanned everyone's faces to find sparks of excitement: "I will send the recording to the producer of that famous tv show with this weird name, gibbs or gibbos whatever". "Waning Gibbous" corrected Calcuta playing with the soon-to-be-lit cigarette in his hand. "Yes, that shit!..Imagine guys, if they like the atmosphere and what we go through they might shoot a few episodes here!"

 

The Chef started to rub his chin. Elma had already eaten the strawberry gloss off her lips when the old lady, a regular customer, sitting at the table behind the mac guy called her name with a piercing voice: "Elmaaaaa, pour some tea for me, pleeeeaase" and song#7 started: Petit Pays by Cesaria Evora.
 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbN8bk9ljQw

Interactive Media: The New Mic

Human rights petitions, environment polls, anti-war / pro-peace campaigns, shared quotes to inspire one another,  humanitarian solidarity acts, rallies against rape and gender-based violence, anti-corruption movements...These occupy our minds and lives a great deal in recent years. The nature of civil reaction /resistence/interference has dramatically changed parallel to the technological progress.

 

Now, the themes circulating in global wires have a touch of goodwill, a cool rebellion, caused by the feeling of togetherness, connectedness and common destiny. Even ideological messages, which are still being exchanged extensively, are envelopped by this wave of trans-ideological, trans-religious verbal and imagery pokes that almost create the feeling of "rectifying the world".  A brave, perhaps beyond its depth, rhetoric baked everyday collectively and effortlessly by millions of "users" whips the creamy world agenda.

 

Internet, particularly social media, is the primary tool and medium for connecting, participating and recording where people easily and rapidly react to anything that bothers them and find many who share the same sentiment or thought as theirs. Any individual can start a cause or action that snowballs and becomes one of the "public" voices. Easy access to information, ideas and thoughts makes individuals more opinionated on almost everything compared to the past. "Sharing" itself, as a contemporary urge, is oftentimes more significant than that which is shared.

 

Everyone grabs a virtual microphone, shares stuff, retunes the global vibe and creates a realm beyond politics. More personalization feeds the sense of collectivity, isn't it ironic! Individuals probably feel belittled before the incredible number of "users" and at the same time they constantly construct their personal identities and value systems as they share, which makes them feel big. Again: Isn't it ironic!

 

Well, it's all good...

A deliberate resistence to despair

Neither winter wants to leave us nor am I ready for the summer this year. An infelicitous pain in my lower back, tiring dreams and slacking days...world peace doesn't seem to be achieved yet and I feel I'm floating, it feels like all is floating. Rusty tea taste in my mouth.. trying to blow away the worries, naughty little hooks, in the air, around my head. And two people in my head, two voices in fact... one asks knowingly: "so, what do you wanna be/do when you grow up", the other whistles: "life is still, deliberately beautiful".

Happiness is a laughter away, or a new fragrance, or a dimple..

Cheers!