Monday, July 30, 2007

boxes to the ceiling

Something very strange and cathartic about weeding through your possessions and packing them into boxes. Moving day rapidly approaching. Tomorrow is the day of truth- will all our junk fit in the U-Haul?

If not, spontaneous yard sale in our parking lot.

Good deals, going fast.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

i love turkey...

... and not the thanksgiving type. It was my favorite for several reasons, not in any order of importance:
1. Dichotomies and laughable pseudo-westernizations such as above.
2. The bizillion degree heat seemed bearable there. Although this might not be the norm. The day before it had been 45 degrees Celsius, which is like 120 in Fahrenheit. Il-hamdu llilah, as we said there.
3. The mosques were beautiful and the whole skyline was minarets.
4. Sitting in a Victorian imperialist garden backyard eating rice pudding served by locals whose only words of 'English' were "bon appetit!", I simultaneously heard Dean Martin and the call to prayer in the middle of an oppressively hot afternoon.
5. Atatürk. Not only a mother could love this face. He's everywhere.

How could I have waited this long to see the world?