Tinet is a cartoonist, illustrator, letterer, graphic designer, editor, translator and pig-keeper.



Other parts of Tinet's internet presence are, for instance:

The main website



Another blog



The Blog of Swine



Chirayliq



and some photos on Flickr



   

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Favourite entries

Photography:
¤ Mum and Ainur were visiting
¤ Sunny Saturday
¤ Cheap thrills
¤ Labour Day
¤ Definitely no Sergei Elmgren III
¤ Mum was here
¤ Nordens ark
¤ Cool weather today
¤ Piggies in my bed
¤ Black & white
¤ Two collages
¤ Bankhar mä!
¤ Lilac skies
¤ Kickass industrial sites
¤ Mayday
¤ Views from Pankow and a backyard
¤ Kugelblitz & cuddly 'street art'
¤ Shameless exploitation of workers and communists
¤ Berlin, Berlin
¤ Cuteness
¤ More Berlin
¤ Ouch, my feet ...
¤ Frosty collage
¤ Another fine old house hits the dust
¤ Horror and pigeons
¤ The smooth sides of houses
¤ Streets of Lund 2006
¤ Hungry for Hills
¤ Skärhamn
¤ Foggy sun
¤ Furry puppies
¤ Snow and a sleeping little baby
¤ Around the railway tracks in Lund
¤ The moon
¤ Lund in October
¤ The steaming sea
¤ Misc. scenes from Orust
¤ Territorial disputes
¤ Road Trippin'
¤ Sergei's tail
¤ Yellow
¤ The sleepy kingdom of Princess Mitsu
¤ A house, graffiti and a rook
¤ Green
¤ Feather canyons everywhere
¤ Sky and earth
¤ Misc. perspectives on Orust
¤ Mushrooms
¤ Fauna
¤ Flora
¤ A window
¤ Green landscapes
¤ My babies
¤ Dead house
¤ Dead elk
¤ Views on our home
¤ Pictures from a spontaneous cycling tour
¤ A parking lot in Malmö
¤ Twilight sky
¤ A once nice house
¤ Serpieri, the flying pig
¤ Yukata madness
¤ Rundown allotment garden
¤ Bristly!
¤ Furry!
¤ Home
¤ Dead animals
¤ Ängavallens gård
¤ Gothenburg
¤ One of the 2-3 pictures that actually came out perfect
¤ Where animals travel to their death
¤ Winter in Kävlinge
¤ Orient and Occident - blurry concepts!
¤ My baby is such a tease
¤ Eggs are interesting
¤ Here's the wuffie!
¤ The Carpathians
¤ Anti-kitsch
¤ Sunset over Kävlinge
¤ My cuddlymunchkins
¤ Streets of Lund
¤ Food

Dreams:
¤ Elephant digging up old bones + a burglary
¤ MSU in my subconscious
¤ Bad puppy
¤ The mansion
¤ A dream of menstruation in Sin City
¤ My dreams are so nice sometimes (aka Russian Policewoman)
¤ Desperately trying to reach MGU
¤ Blood, devastation, death, war and horror dream #6
¤ Family life
¤ Dreams, bloody dreams
¤ I need a sword
¤ Tony Blair & Lenin haunt me

Stuff:
¤ My thoughts on the presidential elections in France
¤ Just google it! - Nana version
¤ Meat has it all
¤ The amazing world of Swedish copyright laws
¤ Anna Politkovskaya
¤ It's about time we all get out and vote for love!
¤ Bilal's Nikopol vs. Moore's Promethea: Being possessed by gods and forced to have sex in comics
¤ Tinet's kitchen of pain
¤ The hymen is an evil MYTH!!!

¤ Gouache
¤ Pigasso paintings
¤ The Light comes from the Right
¤ Some kind of Valentine
¤ 2006 - a card and a snow Mitsu
¤ Serilda
¤ Standing on eggshells
¤ Mmm ... surströmming
¤ Rudolfo from the rapeseed fields
¤ The freedom to not choose
¤ Red China Comics
¤ Till alla svenskjävlar som inte klarar av att sätta komma i ert eget språk
¤ The Kostroma Elk farm
¤ The boob diaries part 4 - conclusion
¤ The boob diaries part 3
¤ The boob diaries part 2
¤ Breast cancer can be fun
¤ Why can't I wear a skirt and still be one of the guys?
¤ Garlic update #2
¤ Garlic update
¤ EU garlic is no good against vampires.
¤ I want to learn Maltese!
¤ Dirty men in the public library
¤ The marvels of life #4637
¤ My new life as a one-armed bandit
¤ Severiina exposed
¤ Severiina - a tale of an obsession
¤ On drawing techniques
¤ TschöRmen
¤ I might be going insane.
¤ 15 reasons




Some favourite blogs:

artifex
Baci dalla provincia
Кладовка
Saunahoney
Yellow Peril







Nyt on yö.
Minä kuljen yksin
tyhjiä katuja.
En tiedä, mihin olen menossa,
hyvä kun tiedän mistä
olen tulossa,
ja ruumiissani
soi tuhat kaunista ja
voimakasta sävelmää,
minun koko menneisyyteni,
ja silmissäni loistavat
tuhannen ihmisen silmät,
silmien takana tuntemattomuus,
tätä naista ei tunne kukaan,
se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään,
ei kukaan tiedä
mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.


- Mirka Lattunen



Necuvintele

El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un umăr.
Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
El
un om singur

- Nichita Stănescu



Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.

- Karl Marx



The Hermit’s Song

A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree
Is my roof,
While nearby a great oak tree keeps me
Tempest-proof.

I can pick my fruit from an apple
Like an Inn,
Or can fill my fist where hazels
Shut me in.

A clear well beside me offers
Best of drink,
And there glows a bed of cresses
Near its brink.

Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours,
Nestle near,
Wild swine come, or broods of badgers,
Grazing deer.

All the gentry of the county
Come to call!
And the foxes come behind them,
Best of all.

To what meals the woods invite me
All about!
There are water, herbs and cresses,
Salmon, trout.

A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey
Are my meat,
Heathberries and Whortleberries
For a sweet.

All that one could ask for comfort
Round me grows,
There are hips and haws and strawberries,
Nuts and sloes.

And when summer spreads its mantle
What a sight!
Marjoram and leeks and pignuts,
Juicy, bright.

Dainty redbreasts briskly forage
Every bush
Round and round my hut there flutter
Shallow, thrush.

Bees and beetles, music-makers,
Croon and strum;
Geese pass over, duck in autumn,
Dark streams hum.

Angry wren, officious linnet
And black-cap,
All industrious, and the woodpecker’s
Sturdy tap.

From the sea the gulls and herons
Flutter in,
While in upland heather rises
The grey hen.

In the year’s most brilliant weather
Heifers low
Through green fields, not driven nor beaten,
Tranquil, slow.

In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering,
Skies are blue,
Swans call, river water falling
Is calling too.

- Unknown old Irish poet








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Sunday, February 22, 2009
"My pictures" meme

(Only for Windows users XD ...)

Rules: Open the folder "My Pictures". Then open the sixth folder inside that folder. Then grab the sixth image in that folder and post it on your blog.

Okay, the sixth folder in my "My Pictures" folder is called "Gulleryssland" ('cutie-Russia'). This is the sixth image in there:



I don't remember which city this is from. Could be Petersburg. And stupidly I didn't even take a note of the photographer, although I usually do when I save photos off the internet. But in any case I want to live in that tower!

Posted at 2:06 am by turukhtan
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Okay, so I made a series.

Rules:
1. Do not leave your room or use any requisites that are not your personal possessions.
2. Hold the camera in your right hand.
3. Look into the camera.

The red portraitThe white portrait
The blue portraitThe black portrait

I kind of tried to convey what these colours symbolise to me.
Black is honesty, life, suffering, resignation, truth.
Red is blood, flesh, passion, wrath, love, revenge, hate, rebellion.
Blue is responsibility, boldness, reliability, openness, calm, bluntness, hope.
White is happiness, acceptance, death, purity.

I took more than 500 photos to get these four. Funny enough, the moment I saw each of these four after transferring the lot to my computer, I knew that they were The One.
I considered photoshopping away the camera strap from the red picture, but it adds to the composition ...

Posted at 6:11 pm by turukhtan
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Sunday, February 15, 2009
No makeup

The black portrait

Recently I've noticed that I've started to look less hideous without makeup. Probably because I'm getting old and losing facial fat or something ... (Yay, less facial fat means that my 'Tatar lines' will be more visible!)
Or it could be because I've been germanified? German women very often don't wear any makeup, and sometimes I've actually felt like I send "wrong" messages by wearing strong eye makeup like I usually do.

This picture is fun because the colourless birthmark I have in my forehead is so prominent.

Posted at 8:05 pm by turukhtan
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Thursday, January 01, 2009
Peremech!

  

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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Soviet war memorial in Treptower Park

Towards the memorial

I thought it might do me good to get out of the house for a change, so today I went to see the Soviet War memorial and military cemetery in Treptower Park.

Kneeling soldier and doggie

There was a doggie there.

Photos from the way back home:

Graffiti artists

Cloud

More photos from this trip over here!

Posted at 9:57 pm by turukhtan
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Saturday, September 27, 2008
Yeah, I'm so hot.

Shameless narcissism

My old keffiyeh has lately come very close to a state of disintegration - I bought it in 2001 and have been wearing it pretty much every day since then. So I was happy when I found this new, good quality keffiyeh in the second hand store.

It appears to be made in Japan, though. o_O The keffiyeh is worn and locally produced all over the Middle East, but cheap production in the Far East is threatening some of the "original" Middle Eastern scarf factories. In Palestine, there is only one small factory, owned by Yasser al-Hirbawi, that still makes them, because also Palestinians prefer to buy the cheaper Asian scarves. I'd like to get a scarf from his factory, if I could find a way.

I wear my keffiyehs for political reasons, but of course also because they are very comfortable, nice-looking and versatile pieces of clothing. Lately the keffiyeh has become quite fashionable (again), but I think new keffiyeh owners could at least inform themselves about its history. Here is a good place to start ...

By the way, there are people, especially in the US, who think any keffiyehs are by nature anti-Semitist or something or other like that. But they obviously don't realise that it is a traditional piece of clothing also among Israeli Jews. All the kibbutzniks wore them.
The Israeli keffiyehs were usually plain white before 1967. However, with the occupation of the Palestinian territories, Israelis embraced many Arabic designs and products and started wearing checkered keffiyehs, as well.

(Thanks to Miriam Katin for the kibbutznik insider information. :o)

Anyway, Ainur suggested that she, mum and I start a fashion blog about the outfits we wear. So, here goes ...
Scarf: Humana/Berlin
Dress: Murgrönan/Lund
Boots: eBay
Hair: Henna from North Hairytown*

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* i.e. Wedding. South Hairytown = Kreuzberg/Neukölln, and West Hairytown = Tiergarten.

Posted at 5:10 pm by turukhtan
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
European Heritage Days

Red flag
During the European Heritage Days, 13th-14th of September, you can go on free guided tours to some interesting buildings in Berlin.

I went to check out the Alte Königstadt brewery and also the public bath house on Baerwaldstraße.

The Alte Königstadt brewery is right here in my neighbourhood. There are in fact a dozen or so former breweries within this area. That's because it is located on a hill, and the breweries needed decent cellars for the beer.


Light

This is the building from which you can enter the beer cellars.

Down into the cellars

The old beer cellars are nowadays used as a parking garage and for some video installations.
The complex was built in the mid-19th century, and the guide described the fascinating technology they used for cooling the facilities back when you still had to rely on ice, which was "harvested" during the winters.

Ever since the brewery was shut down around the time of the German reunification, stalactites have been forming in the cellars. All of the complex is now in use for other things, like offices, shops, galleries and studios.
 

Bear wood street bath house

The Baerwaldbad is a public bath house in Kreuzberg. It was built around 1900, when the city realised that public bathing facilities might be a good idea. Before that, there had been public baths in the river, but they had gotten a bad reputation by this time.
There are several public bath houses in Berlin from this era. A couple of them are still in use, like the Baerwaldbad (currently under renovation, but open to swimmers), and also the public bath house in Neukölln, which is said to be really beautiful.

Anyway, the street where this bath house was built was named after some guy called Baerwald, but in the design of the bath house they still liked the idea of the "bear woods".

Firewalls

The exhaust pipe from the bath's heating system.

Thumb up!

A still unrenovated part of the bath house. Here there used to be facilities with bathtubs in separate booths.

Stadtbad Baerwaldstraße

The old pool from 1901. The changing booths are being renovated at the moment. The other one of the two pools in the bath house is Bauhaus style, since that part of the baths was rebuilt after being destroyed during the war.

Read more about the renovation at xenobau-baerwaldbad.de (in German and Turkish). The project is not only about renovating the bath house, but also about intercultural education. It's an "integrated qualification project", where young unemployed people from the neighbourhood are renovating the building and participating in workshops about prejudice, communication and roots. Working with the renovation of a local old structure helps build a stronger identification with your neighbourhood. It's a really interesting project!


Some more photos from this day!

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Monday, August 25, 2008
I rescued another piggy ...

Yesterday I went to the "Family weekend event" at the local animal shelter in Berlin-Falkenberg.

Spot the Akita!

The shelter is built in an interesting futuristic style, and it has even been used as a location for some films.
I met a lot of doggies, among them a big bulldog mix, or maybe American Bulldog, who begged me to scratch him through the bars. When I tried to get up to say bye, he gave paw and gripped the bars with his toes and groaned for more ... I couldn't help but stay with him until he was satisfied and went to play with his blanket instead. Phew.

There is also a minipiggy called Eddy staying at the shelter.

Eddy!

See more photos and read about my trip on Flickr!

I didn't adopt any doggie, piggy or kittie yesterday, but today I did ...

I went to a used clothes store to find a cheap skirt or something with nice fabric that I could use for a jacket sewing project. On the way out of the store I passed by a basket with stuffed toys. Something in it called me ... I couldn't help but go dig in the basket ...
And so, I found Serdar.

He was on sale for only 30 cents. ;_;

Serdar!

Serdar is watching me work:

Serdar watching me work

Posted at 5:13 pm by turukhtan
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Thursday, August 21, 2008
Catching up with old photos

Even though I've got a pro account for Flickr now, I try to limit the photos I post there to the better ones and the ones with at least a story or an interesting subject.

Still, here are some photos I opted to not post back when I had a free account and a 200 photo limitation, but which I posted now ...

Funny names.

I bought a used phone from a very nice couple who live in this building in a "whiter" concrete highrise suburb of Berlin. Germans generally have very funny names, and this was a good example.

It was the evening of the great Turkey vs. Germany football game. While walking around in the area I encountered stupid German kids chanting "Turkey boo, eat my shoe", but I also encountered a valiant older teen Turkish boy who was wearing a Turkish flag bandanna, a Turkish flag T-Shirt, white pants and a humongous Turkish flag over his shoulder. WHY DID I NOT ASK HIM TO POSE FOR A PHOTO????

Sadece renkler vardı, sonra kayboldu onlar da ...

From the S-Bahn station Wedding I spotted this. But it isn't very representative - on this day there were pretty Turkish flags everywhere! Big and small, tiny and really huge!
Oh yeah, and some German flags, too, I guess. :op

In the end, Turkey lost, but they gave ONE HELL OF A FIGHT.

Park Inn

I went to buy batteries for the phone at a mall on Alexanderplatz, and the evening sky was nice and kitschy.

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Over to Mollösund, Orust:

Flotsam

The people who own this fisherman's hut must have found this piece of a shipwrecked sailing ship in the sea. Kick ass!

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In other news, I'm working intensively on the map overlay of Stockholm and Auschwitz, and it has given me repeated nightmares about endless concentration camps where I have to trace the outlines of all the structures.

Posted at 11:47 am by turukhtan
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Thursday, July 31, 2008
So, apparently there was a period when my dad suspected I was a lesbian.

I don't have any contact at all with my dad. Ainur does, and so, recently he revealed to her that there was a period when he suspected that I was lesbian. As Ainur has witnessed, dad actually has problems with accepting lesbian women: he feels offended if he sees two women kissing in the street, etc. So this was kind of funny.

That period was before I started having confirmed male love interests a while after moving away from home. When they started to appear, dad was relieved that his suspicions had been unfounded.

But now that I think about it, in that period I was less of a closet lesbian and more of a "sworn virgin".

In Albania, there is an ancient tradition where the eldest daughter takes on the role of a "man" if all males in the family have died, and dresses in men's clothes and handles men's responsibilities. The gender segregation in the traditional Albanian society makes this quite reasonable. There are still some sworn virgins in remote parts of the country.

When my parents divorced, when I was 16 or so, I was very disappointed in them - especially my dad - and how they to me appeared to be self-absorbed, overly emotional slaves to their feelings and passions. I instead tried to mold myself into how I thought a father/parent figure should be. Responsible, always ready to help, calm and patient and a hard worker who puts the family first. Of course, I was just a teenager, so it didn't always work out, but that was what I aspired to. And I still try my best to be that way today.

Running after boys was not really something that interested me back then. Due to those pubertal hormone surges I had crushes on guys, but I never acted upon them. A while ago I was telling my boss and his girlfriend C. about sharing my bed with my son/pig Sergei when I was 17-18, and C. giggled that that was indeed the age for having a pig in your bed. I was a bit confused until I remembered that "normal" people have boyfriends and stuff when they are teenagers.

My sexual awakening came much later, on a fateful trip to Israel, when I would be scarred for life with a fetish for dark and hairy men. :op

That fetish for very manly men would seem to refute any suspicions of lesbian tendencies in me. But in fact I am open to bisexuality - it's just that I've never had the fortune of experiencing mutual attraction with a woman. Maybe because it's so common to assume that everyone is hetero, so spontaneous flirting usually happens with the opposite sex.  

Ilan pointed out that I have this slightly "butch" way about me that could raise questions. But at the same time there are obviously tons of guys who are attracted to me, butch or not. I mean, all I have to do is walk out the door and there are guys all over me. V`(oo)´V

Posted at 7:21 pm by turukhtan
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