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Christmas Time is ... here? Saturday, November 14, 2009 |

White Christmas album coverImage via Wikipedia

It's finally turned cold in Tarsus. And by cold, I mean I've only had to turn on the A/C once for students this week.

With cold weather and the low point of the middle of Nanowrimo, I think it's the perfect time to force the introduction of the Christmas spirit. Growing up in Canada, it came pretty naturally. But I found in Taiwan and in Turkey, it takes more work and a longer frame of time to get the emotional connection.

So I'm starting today. Decorating (with all the decorations Kathleen and I bought last year in Sweden and Denmark), drinking Starbucks Christmas blend and listening to the many Christmas albums I've saved on my computer over the years.

One of my favorite things that I can't do here is go to a mall, listen to the cheesy Christmas music and window shop, see the ornaments at Hallmark and get commercial Christmas buzz. I've been trying to replicate the experience online, but it's really not the same. However, I did find this handy Hallmark ornament Christmas countdown thing.

Pigeon Homes Tuesday, November 03, 2009 |


While I was in Istanbul two weeks ago, I was walking along a street lined by a large rock wall. Much to my delight, I saw that someone had created a series of bird houses for the pigeons that were living in the holes in the wall. Not only that, each pigeon house was inscribed with the name of the pigeon who lived inside. It was pretty much the cutest thing I saw in Istanbul!



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A rainy day at the bazaar Friday, October 30, 2009 |

Life is full of beauty if we have eyes to see it. Having my camera with me when I walk around a town certainly gives me a new perspective on the things I see.

A few glimpes of a bazaar in Turkey on a rainy day:










As You Like It Tuesday, October 27, 2009 |

Final post from London and the Globe. These shots are from the end of the performance of As You Like It. Because it was the final performance of the season, they had a special ending.

At the intermission, the audience members nearest the stage were handed pink and yellow roses. Later, at the end of the performance, the entire cast did their jig / curtain call as usual, before returning to stage with their own assortment of red and white roses.


The Artistic Director gave a speech, thanking all the pertinent people and summing up the season. Then, the actors wanted to say "thank you" to the audience by throwing roses at them.


Which then in turn, turned into a rose war with roses flying between audience members and stage actors. It was such a fun, charming way to end a season. The ending definitely made the performance memorable: As You Like It was my favorite of the three Globe productions I saw this summer.

I think this actor was excited that his rose hit the desired target!

Sunday, October 25, 2009 |

A happy memory |

Hoan Kiem Lake, Hanoi, VietnamImage by Andrew Hux via Flickr

I recently had an 'old' student of my find me on Facebook. I say "old" since she was my student in Hanoi, Vietnam in 2002 when I was still studying English Literature and planning to be a journalist. But that summer I spent in Hanoi was certainly influential. For one thing, I have NEVER been so hot and sweaty as I was teaching in that humid basement classroom. I remember teaching every day with my clothes wet through and sweat literally rolling down my face. But when I think of Chu Van An, I don't remember the physical difficulties, I remember going into a classroom packed with 20+ smiling students, happy to share desks and put up with the heat and the occasional stray chicken wandering into the classroom. Those students made me love teaching English. Whenever I think I should have been a journalist or a cake decorator and even a photo lab technician, I remember those students in Vietnam (and Taiwan, China and even some in Turkey) that came into class like sponges with smiles and left having learned.

I googled Chu Van An and found this beautiful shot of the school with students dressed in traditional
Áo Dài.


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Shakespeares Globe Saturday, October 24, 2009 |

I spent a lot of time in Shakespeare's Globe over my weekend in London. As most of you know, there is a reconstruction of Shakespeare's Globe on London's Bankside. The season runs during the summer months and ends in October (I was there the last weekend), since the theater is open-air!


Here's a shot of me at the Globe, taken during a tour of the theater. I look a little freaky, but it was the only picture I had taken of me all weekend, so I'll put it on.

Finally, the theater in the midst of a performance. There is a strict "no photography" rule, but I, and other audience members, thought that rule could be broken during the curtain call. One of the traditions at the Globe is to do a choreographed jig at the end of a performance, instead of the normal bows. This was taken from Love's Labors Lost. Notice my seat location. It was "restricted view" because of that column. However, I could see everything and it was far preferable to being a "groundling" and standing in the open pit at the base of the stage for the whole performance. (I did that once for the authentic experience but once was enough).

London Town Friday, October 23, 2009 |

I'm going to be jumping back and forth chronologically for the next few posts. I have pictures to share from my trip to that small village (with the fig ladies), my weekend in London and my time in Istanbul.

First, London. It was a great time to visit, Fall was in full season and it was a nice change from the continuing 30+ heat of Tarsus. However, I of course, didn't pack the right clothes and ended up needing to buy a new winter coat!

I spent the weekend focusing on Shakespeare. Seeing the plays, going to the museum, doing the tour, etc. London is overwhelming for me, because there are so many different aspects and parts I want to explore or revisit. One weekend is woefully inadequate.

So all my pictures from the weekend of Shakespeare-related except these two.

Fall at St. Paul's Cathedral.


And this photo, which perhaps needs an introduction. This is a man standing on top of the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square. This is a continuing art installation, called One & Other. The artist did a lottery for any individuals interested in participating. From 35,000 applicants, 2400 people were chosen. They were each given a one-hour period of time over 100 days. So the Plinth was continually occupied by a chain of 'normal' people doing whatever they wanted. It was a fascinating idea and I enjoyed reading about it.

This man was on the plinth when I passed by on the bus. Yes, he's naked. He was spraying white paint on himself and doing something with an orange balloon. What he was doing might not be considered art, but as a small part of a larger whole, it's quite incredible.

e. e. cummings

here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap and to your(in my arms flowering so new) self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to a disappearing poet of always,snow and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness) here's to one undiscoverable guess of whose mad skill each world of blood is made (whose fatal songs are moving in the moon"