Disturbance of Sacred Rituals
“It is getting toward dinner time and people are straggling back to their rooms with that weary, dejected air which comes from earning a living honestly.” Henry...
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Adjusting to Beyoglu
The school I will be working for is in the Beyoglu district of Istanbul, and is very close to Taksim square. Taksim and Beyoglu are the heart of modern Istanbul...
Dogs
Then there are the dogs, mentioned by every Western traveler to pass through Istanbul during the nineteenth century, from Lamartine and Gerard de Nerval to Mark...
Salih the Gerund Expert
While walking through Sultanahment on my way to see Omer, my buddy who worked in the hostel I stayed in last fall, and whom I ran into by circumstance when walk...
Refuge of the Roads
Just about a year ago, I went camping a few weeks before I departed for my three month stint of traveling through the Balkans. I remember that weekend really gi...
Drifting into the arena of the unwell
In Kutaisi, The Expert introduced me to the British comedy Withnail and I, as he thought it was a great depiction of what life in Kutaisi was like. The two of u...
Pristina Friends
I spent about ten days recently in Pristina, Kosovo, visiting one friend and making a few new ones. My first acquaintance was a stray puppy hanging out by the d...
Patterns of Darkness and Light
Last year, on the summer solstice, my parents flew home from Istanbul. On the day of the year with the most light. It had been a good trip for them. They were o...
A few more thoughts on Objects
Sitting on a park bench in the shade near Tunel, in Istanbul, finishing Pamuk’s Museum of Innocence and visiting the site where it is still being finished...
Rambling thoughts
I’ve been thinking for a while about the age of facebook. The world of status updates, relationship statuses, of tagging photos, and the world of “bar pho...