Gah
August 11, 2008 at 12:44 pm (Uncategorized)
Things on my mind
1. That fucking cat cage. The one I have yet to purchase, that weighs heavily on my mind like a 2 kilo, 43cm X 31cm X 20cm leather sword of Damocles. I need to find that Animalia place (couldn’t find it last time went scouring the leafy backsteets of Levent) and just buy it, even though it is twice as expensive as anything similar for sale in the US or UK or Canada. Turkey makes everything so hard to find and so absurdly expensive once you find it.
2. I have a lot of stuff. have too much stuff. I don’t know what of my stuff I want to keep and what I can leave behind. Half of me just wants to walk away from everything, carrying nothing but Lola in her 159ytl leather cat bag and my laptop and 3 hard drives. And camera. Everything else is just Nice and Pleasant Stuff.
3. I have a brutal sunburn from being the seat-holder on a very crowded boat up the Bosporus yeaterday, out on the side bench squeezed between a vast and talkative family to the left and two space-encroaching, swelteringly modestly dressed covered girls (one wearing truly funky wrap trousers). The sun was lovely but fierce and I was in its way for the ride up to the Black Sea, unable to move because there was nowhere else to go and, again, I was the place-holder for John and Anna, out taking pictures around the boat. I even have the outline of my silver Mardin pendant white and stark against my pinkened chest. And a burnt on outline of my bra strap which I hadnt realised wasnt in alignment with my top. D. slathered my in aloe vera last night and we ate donuts and drank coffee out on the balcony at night before watching a 20 year old Magnus Magnusson interview with Steven Hawking, Carl Sagan and Arthur C Clark that we had downloaded. I liked the bits where they pondered what we might find if we ever launch the Hubble Spacecraft deep in the future.
4. My phone is scratched and crunchy and doesnt slide open smoothly since Steve and Dan’s cat kicked it off their roof teras Saturday night at Esra’s birthday. D. climbed over the railing onto the precarious lower roof, crumbly asbestos someone declared, and hauled it up with his toes. Somewhere in the cat’s irresponsible kicking, I lost 50 lira from my little phone bag and the Visa receipt from my plane ticket purchase last weekend.
5. Lola was up all night noisily hunting lizards. I slept badly. I also dreamed I had submitted an essay for school and Oya From Bilgi marked it and gave me a D and gave everyone else good marks. She just tore mine apart in the comments area on the last page. I was gutted (much like Lola’s lizard).
