After years of healing, why does the body remember a painful day before the mind catches up?
After years of healing, why does the body remember a painful day before the mind catches up?
“Lisey’s Story” was my second read and review in the Stephen King Challenge, easily one of the best books I have ever read and probably the most amazing one I will read all year.
Many of the things that I did in the Naughts Decade. I probably left out a bunch, but anyway.
A strange local phenomenon: Czech people eat in public all the time. Not just normal eat-on-the-go types of foods like gyros, ice cream or pizza. You see them at tram and metro stops nibbling on peices of bread. Not French bread, or croissants, or even decent healthy-looking bread. It’s always the cheap, nasty Czech bread…
The year 2008, and so far six months living in Prague. Today is the first day the Sun has broken through the cloud cover and pierced the shield of this vampire city. I haven’t written for ages, and I think it was because my last blog incarnation of The TripWire went stale and my ideas…
Most people after they move into a new flat and area will explore and wander around to get their bearings. What did I do? I went and got tattooed. Twice. It was a bit nervewracking, going to get inked on a public transportation system I have but a fragile grasp of. But I did it…
The whirlwind that is Prague has engulfed me with a vengeance. The move from Istanbul was sad in its strange way, and mainly I will miss my cats (some of whom I didn’t even get to say goodbye to) and my seascape artwork on the apartment walls. Little things here and there, like cheap figs…
Desperate shards of grass Gasp under an exhaust fog Crumbling brown Under the weight of industry’s poison. Muslim schoolgirls with their tartans And headscarves Combat boots Side by side burkah stilettos The manicured face peering through Ninja slits Scanning the lingerie storefronts Of crotch hugging jeans and Knee high boots. In a nation built on…
Thankfully, we had CNBCe in our flat. CNN, BBC, BBC Prime and a business channel that showed really good movies and shows. While we lived in Bakirkoy we watched Desperate Housewives third season, day 5 of 24, My Name Is Earl, Scrubs, One Tree Hill, The OC, Without A Trace, Six Feet Under, Nip/Tuck, Heroes,…
One of Steve’s best friends, Nikos from Chania, Greece, came to town with some of his buddies to attend the Motorcycle Grand Prix. I conceded my attendance mainly because I wanted to have an opportunity to hang out with Nikos and get to know Steve’s good friend better. The Greeks and the Turks have an…
The Turkish work ethic is insane. They work six days a week, many even work 7 days a week, and this is considered normal. Many Turks wouldn’t even think of asking for a vacation until they have worked that kind of schedule for at least two years. Many Turks never take vacation ever. The average…
I don’t know if it’s because of Istanbul’s serious overcrowding, boasting a 16+ million denizens and the madness of cramped public transportation, but going to an ATM here makes you feel you are about to be mugged. I suppose because people are so used to a total lack of personal space, crowding into mini-buses, the…
All around the world, we see examples of vast gulf between the theory and practice of religion. A warmongering Christian American president, who seems to not understand the basic tenets of Christianity that are peace, love and tolerance. Muslim fundamentalists who do not seem to understand or follow the teachings of Mohammed, the Prophet, who…
When I moved to Istanbul, I was told that Turkey is an honour-based society. If a man follows me in the street or molests me in some way, I was to shout “Sherefsiz!” which means “Without honor!” and this would bring people running to my defence. What I came to learn is that Turkey is…
After a lifetime of travelling, I am starting to notice that every place is more or less the same. Each place, albeit with a different culture and different lifestyles, has its positives and its negatives. Some wonderful things and some horrible things. In this way, all places begin to blend together and the aspects that…
Her eyes are in a perpetual state of shock, pupils drowning in the sea green of fairies and fear. Her voice shakes; she grabs for food with a feral snarl and is startled by any and every sudden move. She is constantly on alert. She never stops watching her back. Last night, she slept in…
Half of his Saturday class was conversation and today’s conversation was ‘Relationships.’ Anywhere else in the world, people would talk about their own relationships, the relationships of their friends or celebrities. But not in Turkey. In Turkey, a Muslim country progressive though it may appear is still a Muslim country, dating is the exception and…
Another thing I learned about Turkey was their intense fear of transsexuals. Apparently, gangs of trannies would walk around the city and you were never to mess with them because they carried knives they were not afraid to use. At first, I was reminded of living in India with the hejira, a group of transsexuals…
I didn’t learn as much about Turkish culture as I have about other places I’ve lived in, mainly because I didn’t really manage to make any Turkish friends while I was there. My options mainly consisted of Steve’s colleagues, who were fine and seemed very nice, but for some reason people in the teaching English…
I heard tell of a story in the Quran that a cat once fell asleep on the prophet Mohammed’s cloak and instead of waking the cat or chasing it away, he cut around the cat and left it sleeping on the cat-shaped bit of cloth. Because of this story, many Muslims apparently venerate cats (and…
Up until moving to Bakirkoy, Istanbul I had worked doing all kinds of things. Translator, human rights reporter, editor, grant writer, archivist, etc. I had been hoping to get back into human rights again and thought that Istanbul would be great seeing that my first memories of the place were with my mother, the UNICEF…
When most people think of Istanbul they think of the Aya Sophia, the Blue Mosque, the Bosporus, the old waterfront mansions, and beautiful Ottoman architecture. That certainly was what I thought about Istanbul before we moved there. It would have been nice if someone had told us that my husband and I wouldn’t actually be…
Through The Peephole: A Foreign Woman’s Tales of Istanbul I moved to Istanbul in August 2006 with the highest of hopes. Maybe it was therein where lay the rub. I had visited the city formerly known as Constantinople a decade earlier with my mother and thought it was one of the greatest places on God’s…
*It has been six weeks since my last post. *In the last six weeks I threw out my back, found out it wasn’t my back that was the problem but rather Irritable Bowel Syndrome, watched season 1-3 of ‘Medium,’ and been on a detox diet of vegetables, rice and beans. *I’ve written before about the…
Duckie’s learning curve is not that great. She kept her distance from the doorways after I threw things at her to scare her away, but today she is boldly strutting right back into our house. This got me thinking about learning curves in general and yesterday’s massacre at Virginia Tech. It seems that something horrible…
Duckie, the long absent daughter of Saucy, has returned to live on our porch. She just rolled up on the porch about 10 days ago like nothing had happened. Like her mother hadn’t been depressed as anything, not eating and crying herself to sleep on the porch’s cat chair. Like I hadn’t been poking my…
Yesterday I awoke to a crazy calm. The kind of Stephen King quiet that means a monstrous clown awaits its drain birth upon my entrance into the bathroom or the coming alive of my paintings to pull me into some strange world from which I will never re-emerge. A quiet. A crazy calm quiet. The…
They say that the things we have lost will never be returned to us, but I’m not sure if that’s entirely true. Yes, what is gone cannot itself return but I think aspects of what we have lost come back in many familiar forms. Take my Spirit Guide, Cubby, the wolf-dog who was my companion…
My Domino hasn’t visited in a day, which for Domino, The World’s Neediest Cat, is a big deal and I am sort of worried about what’s happened to him. Especially since today, my Tommy rolled up with a bloody and gaping hole in his cheek! These cats are intense little warrior creatures, so they are….
One of Steve’s friends visited this week and it was really nice to talk with someone who isn’t a cat, because, let’s just face it, I am seriously becoming known as the Cat Lady around here. At certain times during the day, there are up to a dozen cats on our balcony, and even more…
As distasteful a drink as vodka is, when you have allergies that prevent you from drinking anything else then you must simply get used to it. Come to love it almost. Sometimes I wonder whether I was Russian in a past life because the only alcohol my allergies permit me to imbibe is vodka, because…
I was beginning to think that this dismal city has sucked the life out of my cooking because nothing I spend a lot of time making comes out that good (whoa, sounds eerily like what I said about my short-lived newspaper experience…), or comes out just plain bad. Until I had a drunken epiphany very…
While I was devastated to get fired for the first time in my life, each day that goes by I am beginning to understand that the job experience itself has a much greater spiritual significance than I ever would have thought. The job taught me that integrity, while a quality most of us strive to…
I picked up two copies of the Turkish Daily News a couple days ago. I went through it with a great deal of curiosity. What has been getting published since my hasty departure? Is it good? Does the paper miss me? It brought me no small amount of delight to see that on a quick…
I feel like the Turkish Daily News came into my life for a few specific reasons, and namely the people I connected with while I was there. Also, it gave me something to keep my mind focused on with Uma being in the hospital. I think if I were home alone all day it would…