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What Happens When You Only Have 2 TV Channels In English

I only get two TV channels in English in my room here in Turkey. This includes Fox Crime (yeah I didn’t know it existed either) and The Style Network. I never watched much Style Network before my arrival, just the occasional episode of old school “How Do I Look.” From my very short new schedule consisting of watching every Style Network show there is I have developed some new musings: 1. I have a massive girl crush on Jeannie Mai 2. Clare Mukherjee is exactly how I imagine Georgia from the Angus Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging books would be if she were a real person and grew up to be a fashion expert 3. Why don’t more reality shows take place in Boston? Katie Boyd is such a character! 4. Amanda from “the Amandas” cries in every episode… STOP CRYING YOU’RE A PROFESSIONAL ORGANIZER YOUR LIFE IS NOT THAT HARD. In the words of Amanda’s personal assistant: “You might not think it, but there’s a lot of crying in organizing..” 5. The new show …

The Duplicity of Ankara

Ankara is a city of contradiction. As the capital of Turkey, it is arguably one of the more developed and international cities in Turkey because a large number of the best universities and the foreign consulates reside there. It is a city of shopping malls (or maybe it just seems that way because I’ve been to a million with the family) – We’re talking state of the art, nicer than most shopping malls in the United States, interactive 3-D map guides, giant cinemas and aquariums kind of malls. When I’m in these meccas of consumerism Ankara couldn’t seem less “Turkish” and yet the cultural difference is more visible in Ankara than the rest of Europe and even Istanbul. I constantly have these little moments where I’m shocked at how something commonplace seems so foreign. Mostly everything in Istanbul is commercialized, but because there aren’t many tourists, Ankara continues to surprise me. Today was an especially exemplary day of Ankara’s duplicity. The family and I went to a park owned by the city. It’s somewhere that …

In Love with ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’

Only on those occasions, and others of equal urgency, did he realize the truth of words that he liked to repeat in jest: ‘I do not believe in God, but I am afraid of Him.’” p. 304 I’ve been trying to catch up on some reading while in Turkey including Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera. Several factors point to the conclusion that everything Gabriel Garcia Marquez creates is literary gold: He is the first Columbian and fourth Latin American to ever win the Nobel Prize for Literature, he arguably popularized Magical Realism, and One Hundred Years of Solitude is 432 pages of beauty. Despite these obvious accolades, I couldn’t imagine any of his other novels being as poignant, enlightening, articulate, or magical after reading 100 Years of Solitude. Additionally I was annoyed that the book cost me a whopping $15.00 for some paper (I could have a new dress for that price). But of course, it was worth it and I now intend to (slowly) make my way through his entire life …

To Bodrum With Love…

http://youtu.be/q6ebhM6aDAY

Goodbye Bodrum. I will miss you. It’s back to Ankara and away from the glimmering Aegean Sea tomorrow morning. Because I don’t have pictures of my boat cruise through the Aegean Sea to Black Island and Cleopatra’s Cave (which is super eerie, ever been in a cave alone that an Egyptian Queen swam in a trillion years ago?) I shall post this video of my arrival day in honor of my departure. Enjoy Ece’s English skills as a tour guide of our house overlooking the bay.