Frankenbikes

This post is a joint effort by my older brother Graham and I as a compilation of the various bikes we have owned/and or ridden over the course of our years spent in the cycling industry. We have both spent a lot of time with bicycles, between many years riding/racing as well as working in […]

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The Good Tired Feeling

Over the past couple of years my brother Graham and I often discuss “the good tired feeling” in our email correspondences. Both of us had a similar realization after we stopped cycling, that we would have a hard time going to sleep because we were never tired anymore. For the better part of a decade […]

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Gezi Park, one year on

Note: I’m not a political writer. This is simply an overview of events which have happened in the year after the Gezi Park protests of last June. Istanbul is tense as the one year anniversary of the Gezi Park protests draws closer. On May 27th, the Taksim Solidarity Platform, which was founded during the protests […]

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From the Albania journals

I got stuck last year in trying to write about my second trip to Albania in September. I kept notes in my journal but couldn’t motivate myself to polish them up and actually write something about it. I was flipping through the journal a bit, laughing at my stories and decided I’d just write up […]

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#Direngezi

Due to how scattered my brain and thoughts are about the current protests in Istanbul, it’s really hard for me to put them down coherently in some manner of eloquent prose. The best I can manage is to try to capture how chaotic it feels being here at the moment.

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Every day I’m chapuling

Concerning the ongoing protests in Istanbul… I’ve been meaning to write up blog entries… but my life has been so abnormal for the past two weeks I can hardly seem to put a coherent thought together! And there is so much to this protest – so many things leading up to it, so many different […]

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Üzgün Ahmet

I Bir zamanlar Amasya’da Ahmet diye bir çocuk varmış.Ahmet 13 yaşındaymış. Ahmet’in babası Serdar Amasya’nın en iyi simitçisiymiş. Herkes Amasya’da Serdar’ın simitlerini bilirmiş. Serdar çok çalışkanmış. Her sabah çok erken kalkarmış, simit yaparmış. Her gün Amasya’nın caddelerinde yürürmüş, simit satarmış. Ahmet’in annesi İpek hemşireymiş. İpek Ahmet’i çok sevmiş. Serdar 20 yıl simit satmış ve Amasya’nın, […]

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