Awesome
This is really really awesome.
1. dial 1-800-888-3999 (it’s free)
2. listen to the options
3. when you hear number 7 press number 7
This so made my day!!! Thanks go to Jessica!
Thoughts
My first day back home and it’s pouring. What a bummer.
I watch a lot of TV and I mean a lot. For me to get my work done, the television set has to be on or I can’t function. I generally watch what most people call crappy shows since I multitask while the set is on. Last week I’ve started watching Gilmore Girls and I must say it’s awesome. The dialogue is great, the characters act well and it doesn’t hurt that they are gorgeous. It’s funny. It’s witty. Watch it. You know you want to.
I woke up at 7am today, which isn’t so bad for jetlag. Hopefully, this means I can stay up past 7pm tonight. I managed to write my scene for the novel writing class and get my shit together in enough time. It’s amazing how I get all the necessary stuff done when I have a minimum amount of time left to do them. On the other hand, when I have a week to do something, I never get it done.
Last week, when we had the terrible bombings and killings in the Middle East, the thing that terrified me most was that CNN had a logo for the whole thing within seconds. I find that offensive.
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Well I am back in the land of bagels and cream cheese. My plants are dead but the birdie is joyful and it’s great to see Jake and my apartment. I have a huge headache and my eyes are tired. I still have to write my scene for the novel writing class tomorrow. I am wondering whether I can squueze it after my Japanese class or should I just ask the teacher to hand in both week’s worth. Oh well, we’ll see what comes out tomorrow.
Just a week ago I was all excited to go back to Turkey and today I couldn’t wait to get back to New York. I met three jazz musicians on the plane who play locally, so now I’ll get to see them perform. One of the advantages of living in New York. I always thought New York would be a bad place to raise children. I planned to move to Boston whenever it was time to start a family, but these kids on the plane seemed to hate Boston so much that they made me reconsider. I don’t want my kids raised anywhere with close minded people, which seems to leave only New York or San Francisco as possible alternatives. I just always thought it would be cruel to bring up a kid in an apartment building when I could offer him or her grass to run on. I guess we all wants things for our children that we couldn’t have ourselves. But maybe that’s not the answer.
Very very jetlagged. Going to sleep. Hopefully I’ll be coherent soon.
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My last day at home. I must say that I am ready to go back to my own home. My bed and my apartment and Jake. Not in that order necessarily. My eyes even better today, tho I still can’t believe it all. I had a great vacation this time. Even though I spent a day fasting and another in the hospital, I got to see my two best friends 3 to 4 times each and I got to see many of my high school classmates and I spent hours and hours with my nephews. I couldn’t have asked for a better vacation. The only two regrets I have are that I broke my camera and therefore wasn’t able to take the photographs I had planned to and gosh I can’t even remember the second one right now. It can’t have been that bad I spose. Oh I remembered. It was that I didn’t get to do my hoemwork which is due Monday. I’m gonna have to do it on the plane.
Today I called a friend I hadn’t talked to in over ten years. He’s several years younger than I and we had been quite good friends but lost touch over the years, especially after I left for the States. I was sure he’d forgotten all about me. When another friend mentioned his name and that he’s going to the army (which is required for all men in Turkey) and he said to say hi to me, I decided to track him down. I found his cell phone and called him tonight. I said “You probably don’t remember me but I wanted to call you.” He said, “Of course I remember you, we were the greatest friends. We talked on the phone for so many hours that I fell asleep on the phone, you will always be my friend.” It made my day. It’s amazing how some friends will forever be friends no matter how long has passed since the last time you saw them.
Tomorrow’s post will be late night since I will spend most of the day on the plane. Just a week ago I was all excited about coming home and now I am all excited to be going back home. So many homes.
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Apologies but still not spell checking my posts. My eyes are better today but still blurry and getting on my nerves. It’s amazing how quickly we adapt and start taking things for granted. I can now wake up and see everything and instead of being grateful and feeling blessed, I get annoyed that I can’t see perfectly. I am so spoiled.
On more weird things about Turkey, on October 22nd they are trying to count the population so they can know how many people live in Istanbul. To do this, the government made it illegal to go out. On that day everyone is required to sit at home so people can come around and count the number of people in your household. Nice eh?
I’ve been thinking about my ex boyfriends lately. Of my three, I am only conversant with one. Personally, I’d talk with all three but the other two won’t talk to me. I used to always believe that if you were ever truly in love with someone you could never get over it enough. Not enough to feel comfortable when you see that person with a new lover. Now that I think about it again, I am not sure I still feel that way. My second boyfriend and I dated ten years ago. I loved him very much and we broke up because I left to come to the United States. It’s been ten years or so and he still won’t talk to me. I am confidant that if he were dating someone he was madly in love with it would not bother me one bit. Since I am so happy with my current boyfriend and have found happiness, I wish the same for him. And I wish that someone with whom I’d shared so many great memories would still be in my life enough that I could wish him a happy birthday or a merry christmas. Oh well. I spose one can’t have it all. Or can she? Is it really the case that exes cannot ever stay friends?
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So another day has passed and I can see slighly better. I still can’t see very clearley in a room with lots of lights but being able to see at all without my glasses or contacts is a surreal feeling. I went to an ENT specialist today and defimitely have TMJ. Fun fun.
Yesterday I went to the Bosphorus with my best friend who is an ex-boyfriend. He and I ate ice cream and took a leisurely walk down the seaside. As the sun set and a full moon rose. It was magnificent. As much as I can’t imagine living in Turkey, I love visiting here. The people are amazingly kind, good hearted and welcoming. The sights are breathtakingly beautiful and the food is delicious. It’s a great place to vacation. Especially Burgaz, which is a small island we live on during the summer. It’s so small that there are no cars allowed on the island. Only horse carriages. A real tiny island. Some of my favorite childhood memories are from my days there.
Gotta go now. Rest my eyes. Apologies for any typos but I am trying not to use the machine much, as ordered by the surgeon.
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So I want to the doctor yesterday for a control and ended up having surgery on my eyes. The Lasik surgery. I’ve had pretty bad eyesight since I was in third grade so the idea of opening my eyes in the morning and actually being able to see is amazing beyond belief. The operation was pretty painless tho weird since my eyes were open the entire time. Watching them do the thing is not that much fun but it lasts all of 4 minutes per eye. Afterwards I felt some burning and stinging and today I see kinda blurry but I am all good. No more pain, just bothered by light.
Anyhow gotta go now since I’m not even supposed to use the computer much. More short pdates this week and longer ones later.
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I’ve been thinking more about Istanbul and the changes it underwent. When I was little, we had one TV channel and one radio channel. Both of which were government regulated. I remember the time the second channel started, it was a huge deal. Now we have over a hundred channels and many European ones. We even have cable TV now. Same on the radio, hundreds of choices. I also remember when the first McDonalds opened here. Everyone was so excited. We all queued to get some. We used to have to call an operator to make international calls. We’d give them the number and they’d call us back when the connection was made. As of a few months ago, we even have a subway.
The fast is over. Another year has passed.
My mom and I watched a wonderful movie today called Hasards ou coïncidences by the famous Claude Lelouch. I had seen Les Uns et Les Autres by him many years ago and loved it. That movie is responsible for making me a huge fan of Ravel’s Bolero. It’s been a really long time since I watched an entire movie in French with no subtitles. I must say I suffered quite a bit but I did understand enough to make it all the way to the end. Gotta brush up on my French more. That’s another advantage to being home. I get to hear tons of it.
If you do speak or understand French, I highly recommend the above two movies. Or many others by the same director.
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Goody Links
Checkout PlanetProject. It sounds like a neat idea but I am not sure how it will turn out.
Thoughts
After a fourteen-hour sleep, I feel much better. The most interesting part about visiting a country like Turkey is that it looks totally different each time you come. Even for me, especially for me. The perpetual construction causes the skyline to change dramatically and constantly. People adhere to the strict rules of fashion. A new American-sounding restaurant or cafe opens weekly. When I grew up, we never had most foreign foods. No such thing as cereal or bagels or M&Ms. Now, everything is here. When I first moved to the United States, eight years ago, one dollar was six thousand Turkish Lira and now it’s over six hundred thousand Lira. These are just a few of the changes. For me it’s fascinating each time. It’s also sort of sad cause some of my favorite childhood places have disappeared.
My sister and her husband just bought a house. Besides the fact that there is no such thing as a mortgage here, it’s also weird that they bought the house while it’s being constructed. I mean so much so that it doesn’t even have the toilets installed yet. It leaves most of the work to imagination.
It’s wonderful to be near family. Even though I miss Jake a lot, I love getting to see my parents and my sister and the smiles on the tiny, sweet faces of my nephews. Kids are truly amazing. They are the definition of the word ‘joy’.
Happy Yom Kippur to you. My fast has officially started. May it end quickly and well. Lots of sleeping, reading, and movie watching to do tomorrow.
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Thoughts
Well I made it! I am all safe and sound in my parent’s living room. As the plane landed in Turkey, I kept trying to figure out which one was more ‘home’ to me: Istanbul or New York. I really don’t know the answer at this point. They both are in different ways.
Other than being quite seriously jetlagged, and being thoroughly thrilled that I got to see my twin nephews, I can’t think of anything to say. I promise to make pithy comments tomorrow.
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Have I mentioned I’m going home? I did? Really? Cause it’s TODAY! A few hours from now, I will be on a plane taking me to my land. I can’t wait to see the smiles on my nephew’s faces and I can’t wait to hug my parents and my sister and brother in law and all my friends.
I also can’t wait to settle in the plane and have several hours to catch up on my reading and my homework and think about my novel. I hope they show decent movies. As much as I hate being cramped up in that small seat for so long, I love the sensation of being in the air. One of my dreams is to get to fly a plane. One day.
I thought last night’s debate was a lot more civil and mature and I’m amazed that the candidates even answered most of the questions. I’m not sure why I got so involved at this year’s elections since I can’t vote and I used to hate politics. I still hate it, I think, but I find it fascinating lately. Especially with how close this year’s race will end up.
The fall season is about to start and I still haven’t received my TiVo. As someone who can’t function without the TV set on, I am hoping and praying that it will arrive soon.
Well, my next post will be from Istanbul, hopefully. I will try to update daily there, too.
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I fly TOMORROW! Have I mentioned how excited I am? I am! Really REALLY excited!
Tonight’s the vice-presidential debate. No matter what the outcome, I’m sure this one’s bound to be more interesting. Make sure to watch it.
Just finished seeing Me Myself I, a British independent movie. I think. The movie is about a woman who gets to find out how her life would have turned out if she had accepted the marriage proposal of her ex-boyfriend. It’s neat little movie and it has a feel-good ending. What I got out of it was that things end up just fine regardless of which road you pick. Life is what you make it. If you decide to be happy, you will be. It’s all about the attitude, baby! Make your life what you’ve always wanted it to be.
We just got phone spam. I’ve had many hangups and telemarketer calls before but I’ve never ever had anyone call me about a web site. Today’s message told us to hurry up and grab names in the “.ws” domain before they’re all gone. Weirdos.
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Goody Links
As an animal lover, I urge you to visit paws for a cause.
Thoughts
Only ONE day before I fly home; two till I get there. It’s so weird. I only start missing home when I know I’m about to go there. I mean, I miss my family and my friends all the time, but right before I am about to fly home, everything increases by several orders of magnitude. Suddenly, I can’t get home soon enough. I want to be there now. I start calling my friends and telling them that I’m coming and the excitement in their voices makes me ache to be there immediately. Since my sister had her amazing twins, I have started going home about ever four months and it’s never enough. I can and do spend every waking moment of my vacation with them. Oh, I’m homesick all over again. Only 48 hours to my plane.
I read this article in Real Simple magazine about a couple who moved from Los Angeles to a farm in Oregon where they grow lavender. He’s an actor and she’s a documentary writer and they talk about how much their life has changed for the better since the move. They talk about the hikes, walks, and rafting. They talk about how they made friends immediately. I often tell myself that I want to leave New York and my friends make fun of me. Someone who can never do fewer than six things at a time could never live anywhere else probably. Still, the idea of living in between lavender or walking by a lake with my dog by my side spawns dreamy images. I hope I can muster the courage to try such a drastic life change. Maybe we can have a trial run in Martha’s Vineyard. Then again, I hear it gets freezing there over the winter…Sigh!
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