Sultanahmet Camii
aka “The Blue Mosque“, Istanbul
— late – my bad. Forgot to hit the “Publish” button
Built between 1607 and 1617 (about the time of the Jamestown Settlement and Pocahontas but before the Pilgrims) during the reign of Sultan Ahmed I on the site of the Byzantine Emperor’s seat at the Byzantine Hippodrome. Ahmed died shortly after the building was completed. Restoration was completed in 2023.
I may not care for their religion but some of their architecture …
From 2005. A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards. The little boy asked why He wore his collar that way. The man, who was a priest, said, “I am a Father.” The little boy replied, “My Daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.” The priest looked up from his book and answered, “I am the Father of many.” The boy said, “My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way.” The priest, getting impatient, said, “I am the Father of hundreds” and went back to reading his book. The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said, “Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar.
Your last sentence reminded me of something.
Many, many years ago when I was about 18 I was working as a rodbuster on a large construction project – a 5 story condominium named Focal Point. We were lined up outside the construction trailer to go in and get our paycheck. A dood named Greg was several people in front of me and him and another dood were joking around and Greg said, “Yeah, on payday I wear my pants backwards.” I turned to the guy behind me and said that was an odd thing to say and he said, “Yeah, that Greg is a fuckin’ fag, keep your eye on him.”
This project was large, about 500′ x 200′ and the building went the whole way around 3 sides with a large courtyard in the center which eventually had a large pool, shuffleboard courts, etc. During construction the courtyard was full of building materials and a couple of them Porta-Pots. One day Greg went into a porta pot and he was in there quite a while.
The dood I mentioned before said “Hey, watch this.”, and he picked up a half block (about 18lbs) and using both hands, underhand threw that half block way up in the air (we were on the 5th floor and the pot was on the ground) and it hit right in the center of that port pot Greg was in. The roof of the pot exploded and all the walls blew out. When the dust cleared Greg was curled up in a fetal position on the floor of the pot. Fortunately that half block didn’t hit him cause if it did it surely would have killed him. Then we laffed, and laffed, and laffed.
You can see that building here:
https://www.google.com/maps/@26.6004695,-81.8631752,132m/data=!3m1!1e3?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MDkyNC4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
Looks like they renamed it. That exploded porta pot was about where the shuffleboards are.