Remembrance of Things Past
For the first time in many years, I’ve begun to go to bed early. No no no… I haven’t been making my way further in Proust. I brought it with m...
Tag: Istanbul
Sunday
I went for a stroll the other day. By the mid afternoon all I’d managed to do was drink coffee and read. I don’t like weekends when I don’t ma...
Edirne Escape
I’m in Edirne for another weekend. Over the past few weeks I’ve covered a few lessons for another teacher, so he paid me back by covering my Friday ...
Amusing myself
I teach in a private university, so the students come from wealthy, very privileged backgrounds for the most part. They don’t want to be in their English ...
The singing guy
Living one street off of Istiklal means that I see all sorts of crazies. There was one lesson in school when we listened to “Imagine,” so I took it ...
Birds
It was Friday and I needed spices. Next week I’m planning on hosting a Christmas party for the other English teachers in my flat and will make the Howard ...
The internet connection
Anyone who has traveled to a different place loves to share good stories of bureaucratic nonsense. Horror stories of the post office or dealing with the immigra...
On Separation and Words
I thought I’d turn the heat on. It was November 29th, so I’d almost made it to December without turning the heat on (except for that one time when I...
Into Canaan and Don’t Eat Prunes at the Bus Station
The photo below was taken by older sister Elizabeth in the fall of 2008, after we’d finished the Ann Arbor criterium. It’s been one of our favorite ...
The Residency Permit
Thankfully, my employers take care of all the paperwork required for my residency permit. The only thing I have to do is sign on a few dotted lines and go to th...