tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23320595622996719242024-03-08T20:25:44.425+09:00Words, No WordsWhims, inspirations, encounters and signs while seeking the "Meaning of Life."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-47014124939995034632010-12-13T00:13:00.002+09:002010-12-13T00:21:10.135+09:00The number of stars in the universeis 300 sextillion, or 3 trillion times 100 billion.<br /><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/12/01/AR2010120103727.html" target="_new">Some starry, starry night: 300 sextillion</a><br /><br />(Another researcher) "Conroy looked up how many cells are in the average human body-50 trillion or so-and multiplied that by the 6 billion people on Earth. And he came up with about 300 sextillion."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-36811025171358028392010-10-16T07:52:00.002+09:002010-10-16T07:57:26.379+09:00A different kind of giftOn TED.com I found this amazing piece. Stacey Kramer offers a moving, personal, <a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/stacey_kramer_the_best_gift_i_ever_survived.html?utm_source=newsletter_weekly_2010-10-12" target="_new">3-minute parable</a> that shows how an unwanted experience can turn out to be a priceless gift.<br /><br />It is just a matter of who you take this, gift!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-85299487216287457282010-09-29T23:03:00.003+09:002010-09-29T23:23:36.968+09:00Meaning of what we do, from Antoine de Saint-ExupéryThe meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-65112510359963522902010-09-05T23:54:00.002+09:002010-09-05T23:59:12.189+09:00A world<img src="http://www.commoncolors.net/images/nowords/RIMG0630-m.jpg" Alt="A World" border=0 width=400 NOSAVE/><br /><img src="http://www.commoncolors.net/images/nowords/RIMG0630-2-m.jpg" Alt="A World" border=0 width=400 NOSAVE/><br />7AM in the morning.<br />In my living room. <br />A world within a world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-52568662568174748872010-09-04T23:46:00.003+09:002010-09-04T23:53:25.853+09:00Temporal nature of desiresAs we approach to the end of Ramadan, I think about what it really meant for me. It made me realize (once again) how I am chained to daily, simple, natural desires. But can live without them perfectly. <br />A glass of cold water on the table will give instant relief from the pain of thirst. But I won't die if I don't take it. The physical desires pushes me to my limits, but I don't even think about it. The desire passes (as clouds passes by, as they say.)<br />I am free.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-51071153335005076552010-08-22T15:22:00.001+09:002010-08-22T15:27:30.648+09:00DreamsFrom <a href="http://www.guernicamag.com/interviews/282/different_ways_of_laughing_1/" target="_new">Different Ways of Laughing</a>:<br /><blockquote><br />Guernica: Are there particular friendships in your life that you would point to?<br /><br />Coleman Barks: I had a teacher who came to me in a dream, and then, I met him about a year after that. That was a pretty good conversation that we had. [Laughs] He said to me, when he first met me, “Will you meet with me on the inside or on the outside?” I didn't know what I was meeting. In kind of a tricky, intellectual way, I said, “Isn't it always both?” I should have said, “Inside, now.” I didn't know what he was offering me.<br /><br />This man's name was Bawa Muhaiyaddeen, he was a Sri Lankan teacher, who came over here in the early '70s, and I met him in '78. I read him a few [ of my translations]. He said this work has to be done. I claim that he's helping with it, even though he died in 1986. </blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-67510181607586392102010-08-15T13:22:00.003+09:002010-08-15T13:35:54.754+09:00Save the lives of all mankindI am speechless because people don't hesitate to kill in the name of religion, any religion, including my religion. <br /><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/8909049.stm" target="_new">The new Taliban targets - women, children and foreigners </a><br /><br />Qur'an 5:32<br /><blockquote>Because of this did We ordain unto the children of Israel that if anyone slays a human being unless it be [in punishment] for murder or for spreading corruption on earth - it shall be as though he had slain all mankind; whereas, if anyone saves a life, it shall be as though he had saved the lives of all mankind.</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-29111300563838481402010-06-11T23:04:00.002+09:002010-06-11T23:15:11.557+09:00A daily dose of Unconditional Positive Regard (UPR)I went to the Israel Restaurant near where I work today. The owner greeted me and looked surprised that, as a Turk, I was still going to his place.<br /><br />I looked into his eyes, and I felt his emotions. We are so far away from our land, and yet due to the tags of our nationality, we were feeling awkward. <br /><br />Yesterday my boss got angry with me because of some stupid remark I made. But I didn't get angry with him as he had a point. I still like him, as I would do the same, if I were in his position, age, up-bringing.<br /><br />"We could be the same." Unconditional Positive Regard (UPR), as Carl Rogers defined, means unconditional love and empathy for the other party. "NO matter what they say!"<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrI2hmdH7kM" target="_new">We Could Be The Same, Final version</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-12450727142474045102010-05-29T12:56:00.003+09:002010-05-29T13:01:01.124+09:00We Could Be The SameThis year's Turkey's entry to Eurovision Song Contest came with a surprise. The lyrics are simple, and as mostly simple things in life, powerful:<br /><blockquote>We could be the same<br />You could be the one in my dreams<br />You could be much more than you seem<br />Anything I wanted in life<br />Do you understand what I mean?<br />I can see that this could be faith<br />I can love you more than they hate<br />Doesn’t matter who they will blame<br />We can beat them at their own game<br />I can see it in your eyes<br />It doesn’t count as a surprise<br />I see you dancing like a star<br />No matter how different we are<br />For all this time I’ve been loving you<br />Don’t even know your name<br />For just one night, we could be the same<br />No matter what they say<br />And I feel I’m turning the page<br />And I feel the world is a stage<br />I don’t think that drama will stop<br />I don’t think they’ll give up the rage<br />But i know the world could be great<br />I can love you more than they hate<br />Doesn’t matter who they will blame<br />We can beat them at their own game<br />I can see it in your eyes<br />It doesn’t count as a surprise<br />I see you dancing like a star<br />No matter how different we are<br />For all this time I’ve been loving you<br />Don’t even know your name<br />For just one night, we could be the same<br />No matter what they say<br />For all this time I’ve been loving you<br />Don’t even know your name<br />For just one night, we could be the same<br />No matter what they say<br />No matter what they say<br />No matter what they say<br />We could be the same<br />No matter what they say</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pdw27j_usP0" target="_new">maNga - We Could Be The Same-Video</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-47630887761062562952010-05-15T00:38:00.003+09:002010-05-15T00:51:01.105+09:00Taste of lifeSt. Ignatius of Loyola, founder of the Society of Jesus, apparently said something about having a real feeling for the life: tasting and feeling the truth.<br /><br />I don't care about my worries, deep fears that tie a knot in my stomach. I walk in the rain, feel the cold wind on my bare chest. I enjoy the taste.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-1938050681184121152010-04-25T10:37:00.003+09:002010-04-25T10:52:36.094+09:00Long narrow road<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%82%C5%9F%C4%B1k_Veysel_%C5%9Eat%C4%B1ro%C4%9Flu" target="_new">Asik Veysel</a>, a Turkish minstrel and poet describes our life journey, which is a long and narrow road, although it may seem going in rounds or cut by obstacles:<br /><br />I'm on a long and narrow road,<br />I walk all day, I walk all night,<br />I cannot tell what is my plight,<br />I walk all day, I walk all night.<br /><br /><br />Soon as I came into the world,<br />That moment I began my fight,<br />I'm in an inn with double gates,<br />I walk all day, I walk all night.<br /><br /><br />I walk in sleep - I find no cause,<br />To linger, whether dark or light,<br />I see the travellers on the road,<br />I walk all day, I walk all night.<br /><br /><br />Forty-nine years upon these roads,<br />On desert plain, on mountain height,<br />In foreign lands I make my way,<br />I walk all day, I walk all night.<br /><br /><br />Veysel does wonder at this state,<br />Lament or laughter, which is right?<br />Still to attain that distant goal,<br />I walk all day, I walk all night.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-42263656999148527502010-04-10T12:18:00.003+09:002010-04-10T12:29:29.866+09:00A new site on WisdomI came across a new site, <a href="http://www.wisdomportal.com/Home.html" target="_new">WisdomPortal, An Illumined Gateway to the Internet</a>. I am slowly browsing through. One great story is <a href=http://www.wisdomportal.com/Enlightenment/ChuangTzuCook.html" target="_new">A Cook Initiates a Prince on the Way of Life</a> from Chuang Tzu.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-54974644357219146792010-03-01T18:47:00.000+09:002010-03-06T16:35:27.743+09:00Does't matter<a href="http://speakingoffaith.publicradio.org/programs/rumi/poetry.shtml" target="_new">The Ecsatatic Faith of Rumi</a> has great quotes of Rumi's work. <br /><br />Many of them has a Zen's koan kind of feeling:<br /><br /><blockquote>Come to the orchard in Spring.<br />There is light and wine, and sweethearts<br />in the pomegranate flowers.<br /><br /><br />If you do not come, these do not matter.<br />If you do come, these do not matter.</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-80379617773607398922010-02-27T18:03:00.003+09:002010-02-27T18:19:23.778+09:00Unconditional Positive RegardThese are from Rumi:<br /><blockquote>Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,<br />there is a field. I'll meet you there.</blockquote><br /><br />For days I have been working on <span style="font-style:italic;">Unconditional Positive Regard</span> by <a href="http://mythosandlogos.com/Rogers.html" target="_new">Carl Rogers</a>. Just think about it for a while. Treating everybody with unconditional regard, which can only be done by by empathy and love. Unconditional. No matter whom that person is, what he/she did or does. Not judging, not imposing our own values or beliefs. <br /><br />Don't we almost ever do it? We like or dislike a person, we treat that person accordingly. Our care and regard is conditional, we don't know how to just "give."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-57621645556100436402010-01-25T20:56:00.008+09:002010-01-25T21:12:11.552+09:00Beyond mundaneRecenly I realized that there are parallels between these two totally seemingly unrelated texts:<br /><br />One is from <a href="http://cuyoo.com/a-post_display-2203.html" target="_new">Sophie's World</a> by Jostein Gaarder, Chapter 2, "Top Hat":<br /><br /><blockquote>All mortals are born at the very tip of the rabbit's fine hairs, where they are in a position to wonder at the impossibility of the trick. But as they grow older they work themselves ever deeper into the fur. And there they stay. They become so comfortable they never risk crawling back up the fragile hairs again. Only philosophers embark on this perilous expedition to the outermost reaches of language and existence. Some of them fall off, but others cling on desperately and yell at the people nestling deep in the snug softness, stuffing themselves with delicious food and drink.<br />"Ladies and gentlemen," they yell, "we are floating in space!" But none of the people down there care.<br />"What a bunch of troublemakers!" they say. And they keep on chatting: Would you pass the butter, please? How much have our stocks risen today? What is the price of<br />tomatoes? </blockquote><br /><br />The other one is from Holy Quran, <a href="http://www.kuran.gen.tr/?x=s_main&y=s_middle&kid=33&sid=67" target="_new"></a>, by Muhammad Asad (Muhammed Esed in Turkish), 67 - AL-MULK, 22: <br /><br /><blockquote>But then, is he that goes along with his face close to the ground (19) better guided than he that walks upright on a straight way?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">19 - Lit., "prone upon his face" - i.e., seeing only what is immediately beneath his feet, and utterly unaware of the direction into which his path is taking him: a metaphor of the spiritual obtuseness which prevents a person from caring for anything beyond his immediate, worldly concerns, and thus makes him resemble an earthworm that "goes along prone upon its face". </span></blockquote><br /><br />To me both texts refer to our possible loss of direction in daily worries, mundane and transient affairs. The person who does it otherwise is described differently, but I feel that that isn't the point.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-42503097652424985142010-01-09T21:48:00.001+09:002010-01-09T21:53:10.146+09:00Painted On Water-Bravo Sertab and DemirI am currently listenining Sertab and Demir Demirkan's new album <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0027WNOFW?ie=UTF8&tag=7qmsdw-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0027WNOFW">Painted on Water</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=7qmsdw-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0027WNOFW" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />. Amazing. I am speechless. A very good mix of styles and genres. Sertab's voice is at its best.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-69179975753653212242010-01-03T19:47:00.002+09:002010-01-03T19:49:15.848+09:00Happy New YearThis is 2nd morning, along the river I live near by.<br /><br /><img src="http://www.commoncolors.net/images/yasadikca/RIMG4482m.jpg" Alt="River" border=0 width=400 NOSAVE/><br /><br />No words are necessary, right?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-19159801121390108132010-01-03T16:45:00.003+09:002010-01-03T16:58:29.960+09:00Who is poor?Many years ago Rudyard Kipling gave an address at McGill University in Montreal. He said one striking thing which deserves to be remembered. Warning the students against an over-concern for money, or position, or glory, he said: "Some day you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">A quote from Rev. Halford E. Luccock, which is on the first page of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1591841151?ie=UTF8&tag=7qmsdw-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1591841151">The Art of the Start: The Time-Tested, Battle-Hardened Guide for Anyone Starting Anything</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=7qmsdw-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1591841151" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by Guy Kawasaki</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-27452190106744882972009-12-12T13:16:00.005+09:002009-12-12T13:29:59.724+09:00Favorite quotes from RumiHere are some my favorite quotes from Rumi (Mevlana):<br /><br /><blockquote>Be like a river in generosity and benevolence<br />Be like the Sun in compassion and forgiveness<br />Be like the night in covering other's faults<br />Be like the dead in rage<br />Be like soil in humility and modesty<br />Be like an ocean in tolerance<br />Either be what you look like, or look like what you really are<br /><br />Whatever you wish, search it within you!<br />There is a soul within your soul, search for that soul!<br />There is a treasure within your mountain, search for that treasure!<br />If you are searching for the wondering dervish;<br />He is not outside of you,<br />Search him within your soul!<br /><br />The wise sees first what the ignorant sees last.<br /><br />The love is born of knowing.<br /><br />If you find the knowledge that is learned sufficient, it means you have brightened your eyes with somebody else's candle.<br /><br />The world is a mountain, our deeds are sounds; the sounds are echoed and come back to us.<br /><br /></blockquote><br /><br />(<span style="font-style:italic;">All translations are by me, please forgive me for any misinterpretations.</span>)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-63063428881546997852009-12-08T23:22:00.004+09:002009-12-08T23:35:33.646+09:00"Abilities Not Disabilities"The following is from Yomiuri Article titled, <a href="http://www.yomiuri.co.jp/dy/features/language/20091208TDY12005.htm" target="_new">The biggest disability is prejudice</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote>I think people often focus on people's disabilities rather than their abilities. Maybe this is because they don't know the person very well and only judge by appearances. I think if you tried to know them more, you would find their abilities are far greater than their disabilities. </blockquote><br /><br />How true...<br /><br />Then we have Suzan Boyle, who is currently number 1 in the US and UK charts. Her YouTube videos, and there are several of them, were viewed by a total of more than 15 Million people! <br /><br />There is nothing more I can say.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-64693510901414971932009-11-10T22:06:00.002+09:002009-11-10T22:10:53.662+09:00Faith as a driverThis is an excerpt from an article in the Economist, <br /><a href="http://www.economist.com/world/international/displaystory.cfm?story_id=14807115" target="_new">Religion and climate change<br />Sounding the trumpet</a><br /><br /><blockquote>ENVIRONMENTALISM is a hard corner to fight in Louisiana, a state where oil, gas and chemical companies are big in the economy and politics. But it takes a lot to frighten Albertha Hasten, a larger-than-life campaigner for poor citizens, and above all for fellow African-Americans, who in her view suffer disproportionately from contamination of the air, water and soil...Ask what emboldens her, as a black woman of modest origins, to challenge the sophisticates of Washington, and she answers like a shot: her deep Baptist faith. <span style="font-weight:bold;">“When God calls you to do something, you have to work patiently until all is well.”</span><br /></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-16459889312913138952009-11-03T00:28:00.004+09:002009-11-03T00:33:01.890+09:00It is just a moment-2This was just playing on the radio when I was contemplating the previous one!<br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKuchOdtcFs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKuchOdtcFs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-36755938268203267982009-11-02T23:59:00.005+09:002009-11-03T00:13:37.131+09:00It is just a momentOn Saturday I went to a near by <span style="font-style:italic;">onsen </span>(<span style="font-style:italic;">hotspring </span>in Japanese). It wasn't too crowded. The weather was also good, so it felt pretty nice.<br /><br />There is a steam sauna where they steam some herbs, which cures my coughs or any other early indicators of a common cold. I stayed there for a few minutes before soaking in various onsen pools outside. <br /><br />Then I wanted to inhale the herbal steam again; and went in. When I opened the door, I slipped, fell back and heard a loud scary sound....It was from my head, or the inside of it. I had hit the back of my head somehow badly. I stood up and went out. I had this strange headache in the opposite side of my head for a minute, when I was resting outside. Then I decided to leave the onsen.<br /><br />I was somehow uneasy for half of that day: you never know. I could die. We all die someday, but that could be the day. <br /><br />Then I thought: yes, of course, it is totally out of control. It somehow, instinctively feels the other way round, but it is not. It is just a matter of time. <br /><br />Now when I do all the routine and futile things everyday, this is what I think: are these the things I want to do, knowing that I can just leave in this moment? In this VERY moment of my, say, last day?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-67333543780763010702009-10-18T21:12:00.006+09:002009-10-19T21:57:16.270+09:00Quotes from DruckerRecently I have been reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060851147?ie=UTF8&tag=7qmsdw-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0060851147">Managing the Nonprofit Organization</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=7qmsdw-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0060851147" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> by Peter F. Drucker.Great, great book. One of the best books on management and leadership. I didn't know much about Drucker's Christian upbringing and influence of faith in his world view.<br /><br />Here are some quotes from the book:<br /><blockquote>Self-development (...) Self-renewal (...). Both are action. You become a bigger person, yes; but, most of all, you become a more effective and comitted person. So, I conclude by asking you to ask yourself, what will you do tomorrow as a result of reading this book? And what will you stop doing?</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>When I was thirteen, I had an inspiring teacher of religion, who one day went right through the class of boys asking each one, "What do you want to be remembered for?" None of us, of course, could give an answer. So, he chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to answer it. But if you still can't answer it by the time you are fifty, you will have wasted your life."</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>One prays for miracles but works for results, St. Augustine said.</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>There are also true believers who are dedicated to a cause where success, failure, and results are irrelevant, and we need such people.</blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2332059562299671924.post-52197363216796577762009-10-11T21:39:00.000+09:002009-10-12T20:34:37.425+09:00DoubtThese are from one of the movies I watched recently, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doubt_%282008_film%29" target="_new">Doubt</a>:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Father Brendan Flynn:</span> A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. 'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?' 'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.' So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. 'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.' So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. 'Did you cut the pillow with a knife?' he says. 'Yes, Father.' 'And what were the results?' 'Feathers,' she said. 'Feathers?' he repeated. 'Feathers; everywhere, Father.' 'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,' 'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.' 'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!'<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sister James:</span> It is unsettling to look at people with suspicion. I feel less close to God. <br /><br />[last lines]<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sister Aloysius:</span> Sister James...<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sister James:</span> What is it, Sister?<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Sister Aloysius:</span> [crying] I have doubts. I have such doubts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0