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 ...
Year: 2011
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 ...
Konya
I’ve been dabbling in reading Rumi for the past year or so. In my time here in Istanbul, I’d like to travel to different parts of the country, so a ...
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 ...
Graham’s Jeans
Graham’s doing his traveling like I did mine last year and only brought one pair of jeans with him. Every couple of months when they’ve become too f...
Bursa and Uludağ
Older brother Graham came to visit me. He’s been wandering around for around 3 months, and his last month will be with me in Istanbul. I had last week off...
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...
Ibrahim
About a week ago, I was taking the metro, on my way to my Turkish lessons after work. I had been conversing with another teacher about other cities we’d l...