Saturday, February 25, 2006

i am tarkan, turkish prince of pop

See this guy? This is Tarkan, the man heralded by websites as the Turkish Prince of Pop. You may not know him, but he is everywhere in Central Asia.

After several months of pensive deliberations, much sould searching, and uncertainty, I finally have come to a realization: I got game...ostensibly.

It all began back in the summer, shortly after returning to Kazakhstan from vacation in the States. I was sitting in a local sports bar, talking to a couple of girls with whom I had initiated a converstaion and was sharing a round of Chivas whiskey, a rare and expensive treat in vodka-ridden Kazakhstan, when one of them mentioned, gazing into my blue eyes, that I looked like Tarkan. Somewhat thrown off at what seemed to me such a strange remark, I asked, "The singer?"
"The Turkish Singer."
"The good-looking Turkish Singer?"
"Yeah." She laughed at my incredulity.
But you see I had to verify, as you might understand looking at the picture of the gorgeous dark sultan of exotic song above. "Me?"

Needed to say, it was unexpected. I had never considered myself to be that good-looking, and of course she said I looked like Tarkan, which could just mean that I had features like him, not that I was his twin. But even so I wrote it off as a compliment uttered under the influence of mixed drinks. And I didn't really think of it again, until months later, when my new girlfriend told me one day, gazing deeply into my blue eyes, that I looked like Tarkan. Again I was taken aback. "What," she said. "No one's ever told you that before?" They had, which was why I was surprised. And I began again to queston the very basis of all my thinking throughout my insecure and troubled middle-school years.

I had to find out for sure. It was quite possible that my girlfriend could be stretching the truth to please me. So one day in class, I saw that one of my students had a copybook smattered with iconic pictures of Tarkan, and I put it to the jury of voracious teeny-boppers. The verdict: I did, particularly in the mouth and nose. So judge for yourself, but I am a believer, and ladies and gentlemen, if I look like that guy, anything in this world is possible.


At 4/17/2006 07:07:00 PM, Blogger bekah said...

Hahahahaha!!! I laughed when I read this...out loud! Not because it is unbelievable, but because of the wonderful way you tell a story and allow me to actually "be there", seeing your face contort with disbelief and the tone of your voice as you question the validity of such a comment. Yes, Dan, you do look like Tarkan, the Turkish Prince of Pop, and that indeed brings a smile to my face and a chuckle to me lips. You are very handsome, with some of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, even if you don't believe it.

At 4/21/2006 03:13:00 AM, Blogger KazAch said...

I'm going to bring home a cd of his. It may already be in the states because he did it in English and there's a song with Wyclef Jean. I'll also bring some other good Russian music and music that people like over here.

At 5/01/2006 08:01:00 PM, Blogger bekah said...

Cool! I can't wait to hear it. I want you to bum at my place at least a day or two before you leave Texas for school.... *sniff*

At 5/06/2006 02:23:00 AM, Blogger KazAch said...

Sure I'll stay at your place and eat your food and drink your tea! I'm not shy anymore about stuff like that. I may just pop up unexpectedly every once in a while to take advantage of my special-only-little-brother priviledges. I heard you got a new place! What's it like?


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