Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
My new scarf, finally some ice cream, and a sneaky Barb.
The bus then took us to a carpet place where we saw how the silk is unravelled from the cocoons and how the carpets are actually made, which is way time consuming! No wonder they are so expensive. We also learned a lot about the different kinds of carpets, like wool on wool, wool on cotton, cotton on cotton, silk on cotton, and silk on silk. They took us to a show room, offered us drinks, I had a cay and a raki, and they started unrolling carpets, first one at a time, while they encourage us to get right on them to see and feel, and then more and more until there were carpets everywhere with more coming, so fun! I never thought I was much for Oriental Rugs, but I saw more then a few that I truly loved. Some day! Most shocking was how a group of people that seemed so ho-hum about the carpet thing ended up spending over 17,000$ combined! Holy shit! Who are these people?! Also, the man giving us our demonstration was Turkish George Clooney, ha!
I want to decorate like this, multiple carpets strewn about. It's great for lounging!
Turkish George Clooney!
Back to the hotel for dinner buffet. Afterwards we walked down the street, Pleen, Barb, and I, to use an ATM (I've got less money then I thought!) and for Pleen to buy a skirt. It is hotter then we expected. In fact, Pleen and I have been smearing deodorant on more than just our armpits, shh! HAHAHAHA. Back at the hotel I did some laundry, just some undies, but the sink stopper wouldn't open, so I couldn't drain the water out after. Ew, it was so dingy, how can 5 pair of lacy panties be soooo dirty? How embarrassing! What a day though, so much seen and done, it was time for bed. At the House of the Virgin Mary Pleen had bought a journal with the evil eye on it with leather and a fancy clasp; I call it the scary book and asked her to sleep with it under her pillow, lol, but she wouldn't. Damn that thing is creepy!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
The call to prayer woke us again and we were happy to find that breakfast was available before the advertised time of 7am and thoroughly stuffed ourselves, no other buffet may compare later!
Our luggage and ourselves were loaded onto the bus for the 4 hour ride to Canakkale.
Our room at the Kent hotel had been so nice, very modern. When we had returned to it yesterday the maid had cleaned and perhaps unrelated or maybe not our toilet stopped flushing. It did not miraculously fix itself after some hours so on our way out to dinner I stopped at the front desk to ask to have it fixed. I explained that out toilet wasn't flushing.
"Out toilet is broken."
"Ya it won't flush."
"Why?!" with the weirdest look on his face!
Hahaha, so awkward! But he did call up to have it fixed, which it was when we returned later.
Leaving Istanbul I marvel at the madness. There is no method here, traffic is without order as far as I can tell. Our tourguide told us that if we've a green, treat it as red. Tread with great care. The 'walk' light is even of a little green man running! On the roads, everyone seems to do as the please. The layout of streets and shops is without any sign of organization. Especially unusual is how shops appear stacked atop each other; second, third, fourth story windows crammed with manikins and merchandise. No wonder men work on the sidewalks to lure you in!Where is one to look first, everything is everywhere, and every space has ads plastered to it. It is disconcerting to understand none of these signs, I am lost in the chaos without the language to hold onto.
2 hours into our bus ride we stop at a gas station. 1TL to use the WC (water closet, hehe). Pleen buys baklava and I get an Efes, turkish beer, to finally try, and a bag of mystery flavour chips. The bag has a picture of 3 spices, and tastes like Mr. Noodle powder. The beer is tasty, but nothing extraordinary.
After more time on the bus we stop for lunch at another gas station. These places, like those we stopped at on our europe trip, are so much nicer than any I've seen in North America. I almost had a heart attack when approaching the WC, as another participant leaving the facilities asked us if we'd been practising our squatting! Oh no, I'm avoiding this as long as I can! But, relief beyond relief, there were both flushies and squatties, weird, eh?
There was a nice bufe to eat at. (Bufe has two dots over the 'e', and means like the buffet restaurants.) I ordered the 'mix plate' as suggested by our tour leader, Selcuk (squiggle under the 'c', which makes it a 'ch' sound as opposed to a 'j' sound), for 5TL and a bottle of water. My meal seemed to consist of rice, a chickpea dish, some kind of meatballs, fries with grilled eggplant, a potato dish, and a stuffed green pepper that I gave to Pleen. It was all just ok. Pleen and I also had a tea, a cay (squiggle under 'c'), for only 50 Kurus (squiggle under 's' for a 'sh' sound) afterwards. And since everyone else seemed to be buying beer at the attached market, Pleen and I got a couple of Efes, in funky stubby fat bottles.
After filling up, it was on to Troy! Very interesting learning the history of the real location, the legends, the discoveries, but the best part was being able to climb up into a trojan horse. Pleen and I were like kids clambering up the steep stairs/ladder, sticking our heads out the windows, posing for and taking lots of pictures. Extra fun and worth standing, walking in the heat of the day through the ruins. I was also excited to be able to catch a photo of a 'Trojan' squirrel scampering across stones and scaling sheer rock walls.
It was time to hop on the bus and head to our hotel back in Canakkale, which we'd passed earlier on the road to Troya/ Troia (Troy). Our hotel is right across the street from the waterfront, like a fantastic sea wall with merchants selling cotton candy, roasted nuts, grilled corn on the cob, icecream, and various trinkets. As we pulled up alongside the building our tour guide Selcuk pointed out that we were just next to "Brad Pitt's Trojan Horse"; just down a ways on the seawall is the actual trojan horse model from Brad Pitt's movie "Troy", so cool! Of course we got pictures, though we couldn't climb into this one :(
While strolling on the sea wall enjoying the view, the people, all the pictures we could take, along came a marching band/parade of men in costumes playing drums, horns, waving scepters with bells, and sporting magnificent mustaches, sparkly vests, curly toed shoes, and Aladdin pants. Apparently they are reenacting the guards of... something. Very neat, very unique music!
It was time to have dinner, at the hotel. A buffet! Lots of interesting choices, I can't even begin to guess what they all were. It was pretty good, though nothing struck me as absolutely fabulous, so I didn't get a second plate of anything, unless you count my plate of dessert: one of everything! A cake layered with chocolate, whipped cream and cherries, chocolate pudding, and some kind of cookie soaked in honey. Everything here tastes fantastic soaked in honey!I totally forgot to take pictures of dinner, but did get one of dessert.
After dinner Pleen and I went for a walk with Barb, Jenny, and Jayde. We stopped at a liqour store, though all stores seem to sell liquor... anyways I found some Tuborg! Four cans and a Tuborg beer glass for only 10TL, so cool! Everyone else bought a few drinks too. We had big plans, but after heading back to our rooms and showering, etc, we all proved too tired and retired for the night.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
The dessert was so good I forgot to even take a picture of all the good stuff that was in it :)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
My cutting board is too small! FYI that's a venti in the background (V 1p WM CGT tea, lol)!
And then I had to grate the entire mother-- :D
On the menu for tonight: slow-cookered beef and lentil whole wheat soft tacos with spinach, salsa, and cheddar. A new recipe and my first experience with lentils.
Um, what is a lentil? Like a bean? A grain? Veggie? Mineral? They look like tiny tiddlywinks.
Also, I blame the blurry photos on the caffeine. Or the general excitement of King Carrot.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I had plenty of other things to blog about but now, gosh, I'm entirely too busy which is unfortunate for all my millions of readers because this post was going to be awesome, with pictures and everything...
What's a 'twitter' for anyways?
Also, why isn't 'ashen' a verb? It would have been awesome, absolutely perfect. Damn you dictionary.com and all of google for not agreeing with me!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I imagine myself excelling in my program come September, racing through every project and leaving myself time to meddle with metal. Fool some scraps into being something fantastical. I may need to add a workshop to the list of rooms my dream house must have.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I have to count my stitches. Out loud. Every single one. I just totally lose track of where I am in my pattern otherwise and I can't really see what's going on with my stitches so undoing a row and starting over... gosh, I can't ever even tell where one row ended and the other started! So no, I can't have anyone around messing me up. I might be a bit of a perfectionist.
I like making things. And giving them away. I'd do it more but a part of me is terrified by how very few people seem to share my view of the world. What is so odd about crocheted brainslugs? You can't find a use for these?
I love seeing what other people make. And other people make wonderful things out of fimo!
I could make things out of fimo, too. Oh, but my perfectionist nature would forever cringe at the fingernail prints I'd no doubt leave embedded in every porno-styled dinosushi I dished out!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Learn all that you can about your subject, recording anything and everything that is remotely fascinating. Try wikipedia. The knowledge you gather might not be factual, but it might be more inspired for it. No, scratch that last bit. It's the internet, once posted it becomes fact. Become a part of this phenomenon.
Write down in your file, page, notebook, spare bit of palm, the most interesting words you've found associated with your subject. Challenge yourself to think of synonyms for these words. Use a thesaurus when your mind has run dry as it can be your most helpful tool. Keep your eyes and ears open and be alert for similar sounds, spellings, structures. Explore this 'music'. Don't be afraid of puns at this point, and revel at those words found whose dual meanings you can sculpt. This is the point when a poems destination, narrative, crux, whole 'point', might be glimpsed, or forever altered.
Let all these ingredients stew for a time. Leave open your file, page, notebook, scrap of skin and jot down anything that comes to mind throughout the day/night, whether it be images, extended metaphors, whole lines, or random words. Any one of these might in time be the pinch of salt that rounds out your entire piece, or the poke that sends it in an entirely different direction. But of course, only time will tell, and at this point, your poem needs this time to marinate, ferment, rot a bit.
Have a cup of tea. Pair it with a chocolate chip hot cross bun. Marvel at the perfection that is a cup of tea and a chocolate chip hot cross bun.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Oh sweet September, why must you tempt me by being so far away? My deposit is paid, my benefits are being taken advantage of while I still have them, and contacts have finally been successfully shoved into my eyes (only took three 45 minute appointments...) I'm ready. Well, except for all that other stuff that I have to wait to do. Student loan applications don't start until May and I won't get any more class info like a supplies list or class start times (like in case I need to buy a car if the bus won't get me there in time) until July.
Turkey is only 1.5 months away, though. Shouldn't that hold me over? I haven't been able to get excited though. Gah!
What to do, what to do.
Ugh, why do pictures mess up the formating? I'm very particular about my line spacing... I don't even know if I can post this in such a state!
I've been so bored. Especially in the evenings.
"Don't you have any hobbies?"
"I like eating."
"Everyone does. It doesn't count as a hobbie."
So then he says I should go write something. But I can't write when he's around. He's very forgetful and will forget to be shutted up. I don't even listen to music when I write, let alone participate in (or ignore) a conversation.
I wish I had art/crafting supplies, and lots of room for them to be spread out. I'd like to make something with my hands to go with some poetry...
Maybe I'll work on a spiffier countdown. With more sparkles and stickers... or candy!
Monday, March 8, 2010
I'm this close to once again sending out submissions.
But I think I'll eat a scone, watch reruns of Project Runway, and then go to my appointment.
I'm not sure what sticking my fingers repeatedly into my eyes will do for my mood, though...
Thursday, March 4, 2010
I love the mailman.
Today he delivered some Dinosaur Porn. Gorgeous book! I flipped through and read some of the shorter pieces (of course). I love the cover, the paper, the eclectic work within, the unusual theme, the content warning at the beginning, the humour, and one poem in particular... ;)
The mailman also delivered an acceptance letter for the sheet metal foundations course! I guess that's what I'll take, as it beat the race against the electrical foundations acceptance letter that is no doubt on its way :D School starts in September, and donations* are welcome, nay, fully encouraged. I can find your excess monies a fine loving home, honest!
Dear mailman: please deliver my T4 and the letter I need in order to download benefits claim forms. Seriously. Don't fail me on this. I need all resulting cash. Now. No, yesterday. Or just soon.
Soon, all plans will be in motion.
*All donations will be accidentally spent on an all-inclusive to Mexico.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Cue orchestra! Oooooooh soooo laaaaaaaa miiiiiiiiiiaaaaaAAAAAAAA!!!!
Oh, my goodness. Went to the opera for the first time. I wasn't sure it would be something I would enjoy, I get bored during movies, especially car chases and shoot-em-up scenes, and lots of german singing seemed along those same lines...
Oh, but it was woooonderful. The music! The set! The humour! The singing! The small bit with the ballerina! Even ze german!
Over 2 hours, no intermission, and marvellous.
Capriccio by Strauss, wherein a woman, torn between the love of a poet and a composer commissions an opera to help her decide.
I must do this again. I want to attend more cultural events, see more of the world of art and beauty. Ballets, operas, galleries. Maybe then I can connect again with my own art...
"...can you advise me, can you help me find the ending, the ending for their opera? Is there one that is not trivial?"
Monday, March 1, 2010
Oh well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Which totally makes me crave chinese food. Again! Mmmm, fortune cookies. Chowmein. Soya sauce on everything.
So. Perhaps the simplicity of situation that arises from this news will set my pen (er, fingers on keyboard, just the pointer ones though, no fancy spider-hands-typing here :P) to twitching, though I won't be surprised if that waits a teensy bit longer. I need to hear if I've been accepted to either of the trades programs I've applied to, get that load off my mind too. And then!
And then! With only that single probably-september day to look forward to, and everything else set in motion, I can write and mail and receive and file and write some more.
I will write of tonsil stones.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
My least favourite part of 'Intervention' is the intervention.
I jog twice a week. I don't know how this happened.
People in this town walk their dogs at 5am.
I always leave less then a glass' worth of wine in the bottle at the end of a fun night. I don't know why I don't just polish 'er off.
I think I'll try to rock intentionally dorky glasses on my next spectacle purchase.
I bought myself this book, even though it was supposed to be my treat if I felt I did good on my interview. I had to get it though, either way. The cover is pretty. And the poems in it are animal poems, by some of my favourite poets. I've only lightly skimmed through it, but I like the cohesiveness of the collection and how all the pieces fit with the whole and play into and support themes of 'zoo-ness'. It feels dynamic but solid, finished, complete. I like it a lot, it's very much a 'me' anothology.
Confession: I've only read 3 poems in it. I'm a terrible critic right now. But the cover is pretty.
I want to devour this book. But I'll use it as a tool to get my own writing on track. No 'Penned' poems until I write a poem. Poems. Do it.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Feb 9th, 2010:
1)Found five dollars at the bus stop. RICH!
2)Missed the (stressful and surprise) audit at work.
Well it went. 4-6 weeks for the results.
Either way, contingency plan: applied for Electrical Foundations, possible six month wait list, and I might as well jump on it now.
I don't want to be a welder.
Still to try: sheet medal, auto and heavy duty mechanic, carpentry, and plumbing.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Ungleeful: the 3 plus hours of filling out obscure info about me and everyone around me. My poor friends, family, and coworkers must think I'm getting ready to heavily stalk them (heavy mouth breathing included) or perform mass identity theft, which might in fact prove more lucrative than my hopeful job... hm.
These forms. They are still not done.
And then there will be the photocopying. They didn't say how many bums they wanted in there though...
Well, ok, if you insist, one quick rant. Er, that's not form related:
Interesting headlines on the msn homepage? I shall click to read and learn more. But why must even the ones without a video symbol direct me to a video? I like there to be that symbol to warn me of the ones I don't want to click, because I don't like watching articles. I cannot passively receive my news. It takes too long. I much prefer to read, skim, linger, pause, and ultimately make it through the article in question quicker then anyone could read it to me. Seriously. What does it say about society that the masses wish to passively absorb all news? It seems that most people are only ever half-present. Where do the rest of their heads go?
Bonus: I totally spelled (oh crap, spelt?) 'receive' right on the first go up there. Go me, and blogger spellcheck. We make a fine team.