Today, I woke to the sounds of the call to prayer coming from the Blue Mosque, a short walk frommy hostel. I'm looking out over the Mediterranian from a rooftop cafe, having tea. Istanbul has always been a place I've dreamed of seeing, but only in a distant, vague way. I thought it was too foreign, too far to simply board a plane and embark. But here I am, living out a dream I didn't really suspect I would fulfill, at least this soon.
I'm on midterm break from studying in London. Elizabeth and I decided to meet up in Barcelona before heading out to Istanbul.
Yesterday, I walked through the Hagia Sophia and the Blue Mosque. Kay and I have been treated like celebrities- red hair is not very common in Turkey. Brandon has been getting all the attention from little kids on school tours, who flock to him.
I'm glad I did this, something I didn't really suspect I could do.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
It's been two weeks since I've arrived here in England. I would hardly know it- time has done it usual taffy-trick and stretched out, making me feel like I've been here for much longer, or that I've just always been here, while the next ten weeks lie in front of me, threatening to fly away if I so much as blink.
I love London. There is very little to not love about it-The tube, afternoon tea, Chips, Mind the Gap, tweed and pinstripe suits. Even the things I'm not crazy about I find merely bewildering- The monarchy and black pudding, for example. And the house of Lords.
I love London. There is very little to not love about it-The tube, afternoon tea, Chips, Mind the Gap, tweed and pinstripe suits. Even the things I'm not crazy about I find merely bewildering- The monarchy and black pudding, for example. And the house of Lords.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Never thought I'd see eye to eye with the NRA, but...
We arrived in London Heathrow airport at 6 in the morning jet lagged, smelly and with no sleep in over 24 hours, but still teeming with excitement. the city was our oyster, and we were going to discover every inch of it before Elizabeth and I went our separate ways. It started out so promisingly.
We made it 9 hours before Elizabeth was arrested.
It happened at the London Eye. We cued up up to grab tickets, and then cued up again to ride it. The police stopped us to check our bags, where they found... Elizabeth's pepper spray.
The manager was called. He started out with "Now, I don't want you to freak out like some women do."
Great, I thought, he's going to confiscate it.
"this is illegal to bring in the UK, the same as carrying a handgun. I'm going to have to call the police."
OK, I thought, they're going to lecture her, smack her wrists up a bit.
"I'm going to be blunt: they're going to arrest you and bring you into the station."
...?
They're going to write you up, take a mug shot and DNA sample, and then let you go. They probably won't keep you longer then an hour.
...?!?!?!
I went to two several hour orientation meetings before even buying my plane tickets. Never once was pepper spray, or the different laws regarding it, mentioned. Coming from a campus where warning e-mails are routine and where muggings and attacks are not unheard of, taking self-defense along on a trip where we'd be traveling alone at night in a foreign country seemed like a no-brainer. At one orientation meeting, it was even encouraged.
All in all, Elizabeth got a free ride in a police wagon, and Megan and I got an escort to the station by a very nice bobby. We also learned several important lessons:
that the waiting rooms in police stations are bugged, after the sergeant behind the desk left the room laughing when I whispered to Megan that he looked like Simon Pegg in Hot Fuzz.
And that every living being in Seattle hangs out with Bill Gates, after Elizabeth was let out with the instructions to tell Bill Gates that 'Microsoft is absolute rubbish', I guess the next time they get coffee or go bowling together or something.
It could have been worse. Someone my host-mother knows got five years for possesion. Apparently he also had guns as well, but what got him caught was the pepper spray.
In the U.S., I'm definitely conservative when it comes to gun control. Unless you hunt, you don't need to own one. There is no proof that citizens with guns stops crime, and easy access certainly aids it. but pepper spray? I've never heard of it being used offensively. The only people I know who own it are college girls who like being able to walk on campus after dark without an escort.
It was, I feel, a great start to what is sure to be a wonderful term. I hope the French treat Elizabeth they way she deserves.
Also, don't bring pepperspray into London.
We made it 9 hours before Elizabeth was arrested.
It happened at the London Eye. We cued up up to grab tickets, and then cued up again to ride it. The police stopped us to check our bags, where they found... Elizabeth's pepper spray.
The manager was called. He started out with "Now, I don't want you to freak out like some women do."
Great, I thought, he's going to confiscate it.
"this is illegal to bring in the UK, the same as carrying a handgun. I'm going to have to call the police."
OK, I thought, they're going to lecture her, smack her wrists up a bit.
"I'm going to be blunt: they're going to arrest you and bring you into the station."
...?
They're going to write you up, take a mug shot and DNA sample, and then let you go. They probably won't keep you longer then an hour.
...?!?!?!
I went to two several hour orientation meetings before even buying my plane tickets. Never once was pepper spray, or the different laws regarding it, mentioned. Coming from a campus where warning e-mails are routine and where muggings and attacks are not unheard of, taking self-defense along on a trip where we'd be traveling alone at night in a foreign country seemed like a no-brainer. At one orientation meeting, it was even encouraged.
All in all, Elizabeth got a free ride in a police wagon, and Megan and I got an escort to the station by a very nice bobby. We also learned several important lessons:
that the waiting rooms in police stations are bugged, after the sergeant behind the desk left the room laughing when I whispered to Megan that he looked like Simon Pegg in Hot Fuzz.
And that every living being in Seattle hangs out with Bill Gates, after Elizabeth was let out with the instructions to tell Bill Gates that 'Microsoft is absolute rubbish', I guess the next time they get coffee or go bowling together or something.
It could have been worse. Someone my host-mother knows got five years for possesion. Apparently he also had guns as well, but what got him caught was the pepper spray.
In the U.S., I'm definitely conservative when it comes to gun control. Unless you hunt, you don't need to own one. There is no proof that citizens with guns stops crime, and easy access certainly aids it. but pepper spray? I've never heard of it being used offensively. The only people I know who own it are college girls who like being able to walk on campus after dark without an escort.
It was, I feel, a great start to what is sure to be a wonderful term. I hope the French treat Elizabeth they way she deserves.
Also, don't bring pepperspray into London.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Life goals
College is where, supposedly, everything that has happened to you up until that point will coalesce, gel, into something meaningful. A worldview, a calling, some sort of message you can carry for the rest of your life.
Today, I planned the rest of my life. Over Facebook.
I already knew I wanted to go into the Peace Corps, teach English in a foreign country for a few years, possibly pursue a Ph.D. afterward. With these plans, I can indefinitely put off making any actual life decisions, hopefully at least until I hit 30, if I time it right.
But now, I know.
After discussing a planned visit with Jeremy Bentham's body while on my trip to London with Natalie, she mentioned Lenin was enturred on display in Russia. I remembered reading about Mao, entombed on display. What followed started as a facebook chat intended to put off studying. What occurred may very well take several years of life.
Basically, we are going to go on a world tour to see famous dead people. Lenin, Jeremy Bentham, Mao Zedong, King Tutankhamen, etc etc. We'll be generous and include parts as well; Galileo's finger, Einstiens brain. This will involve visiting every catholic church with saints bones in glass cases, sneaking into Skull & Bones to catch a glimpse of Geronimo's skeleton, and possibly more, dangerous and stupid plans. Then we'll write a book.
I'm excited for the rest of my life. Hoepfully, wit
Today, I planned the rest of my life. Over Facebook.
I already knew I wanted to go into the Peace Corps, teach English in a foreign country for a few years, possibly pursue a Ph.D. afterward. With these plans, I can indefinitely put off making any actual life decisions, hopefully at least until I hit 30, if I time it right.
But now, I know.
After discussing a planned visit with Jeremy Bentham's body while on my trip to London with Natalie, she mentioned Lenin was enturred on display in Russia. I remembered reading about Mao, entombed on display. What followed started as a facebook chat intended to put off studying. What occurred may very well take several years of life.
Basically, we are going to go on a world tour to see famous dead people. Lenin, Jeremy Bentham, Mao Zedong, King Tutankhamen, etc etc. We'll be generous and include parts as well; Galileo's finger, Einstiens brain. This will involve visiting every catholic church with saints bones in glass cases, sneaking into Skull & Bones to catch a glimpse of Geronimo's skeleton, and possibly more, dangerous and stupid plans. Then we'll write a book.
I'm excited for the rest of my life. Hoepfully, wit
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Testing... testing... 123...
Welcome to my journal! I thought this might be the best way to help keep in touch with family and friends on my journeys through England, time and space.
I suppose I should introduce myself, considering this is the introductory post. I'm a Cancer with Gemini rising. I have a scar on my back where I was bitten by an ape when I was 11. I'm a Quaker. I was an undercover Jew for a few months before I realized I wasn't fooling anyone.
That's really all I can think of.
m.e.
I suppose I should introduce myself, considering this is the introductory post. I'm a Cancer with Gemini rising. I have a scar on my back where I was bitten by an ape when I was 11. I'm a Quaker. I was an undercover Jew for a few months before I realized I wasn't fooling anyone.
That's really all I can think of.
m.e.
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