Cold Hands: The Lost Gloves of Helsinki
I’ve lived in Istanbul for some years now, and while I’ve come to realize nothing about this city is normal, I’ve gotten used to its madness. According to censu...
Tag: Istanbul
Summer 2019 and Adventures with a new camera: the Canon EF
When I wrote my previous reflection about a year with the Canon AE-1, I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of an upgrade. One side-effect of picking up a new hobb...
Süngerci Deniz: 1. ve 2. Bölüm
I Anadolu’da küçük bir köyde Deniz diye bir çocuk vardı. Annesi ev hanımıydı, babası tamirciydi. Deniz yalnız büyüdü. Anne ve baba birkaç çocuk sahibi daha olma...
A bit of laughter in the classroom
I can’t seem to motivate myself to write anything about my recent travels. I keep meaning to get to it but I get sidetracked on different things. One of m...
Isolation, Distance and Language
I’ve run into a snag with my Albania stories. Maybe I’ll get back to them in a while, but for now I’ll branch off on another topic. Not that I don’t have good s...
Intermission
I spent about three days in the hotel before heading back up to Uludağ to teach at another kid’s camp. I was relieved to have a little bit of rest; this was the...
Fatura ödemeleri – paying my bills
Went and paid my gas and electricity bills the other day. Lord, what a nightmare it is anytime I need to go and pay my bills. When my parents were here we talke...
Fred Fishermen
Went for a walk the other day. Strolled down to Karaköy in the evening as the sun was going down, to sit by the waterfront to watch the ferries come and go and ...
Portkeys
I’ve written a lot about objects and how they can have the power to transport you to different worlds. I read most of the Harry Potter books, and the thin...