Monday, July 26, 2010

Dengesiz Herifler

Having an awful lot of fun with this song lately:

(PS: Hey look, Morissey is playing the bass!)

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Sunday Lunch

Here comes another one of our Sunday food ventures, this time into the heart of Anatolian food (Black Sea food, to be more exact.) We actually started the day with the intention of grabbing a few things from my boyfriend's house and taking a long walk back to mine, so that I could also practice my burgeoning photography skills in the sparing evening sun. Half an hour later I was tricked into thinking "we are hungry." Happens quite a lot lately, but this time I really could not resist, as I ate nothing but cold watermelon with white cheese and bread last week.

The place is called Kuzey Yildizi Samsun Ozel Pide, and this is how it looks like:



The place is notorious for its state-of-the-art "pide"s (I will not offer a translation here, I will not utter the gruesome expression 'Turkish Pizza,' readers should do their own research). I do not prefer fatty food in high temperatures, but this boyfriend of mine is very cunning in matters relating to his tasting buds. He lured me into the Mediterranean garden of olive oil and vegetables, and I could not go back.


We ordered chicken & cheese pide, a dish of three Black Sea specialties (left to right: a sticky paste made with cornstarch & kasar cheese, a chilly tomato & pepper paste, to be put on green bean pickles) and a bowl of veggie stuff for me, which included kabak, domates & biber dolmasi (Zucchini, tomato and green pepper stuffed with rice), kısır (cannot & will not translate), broccoli, scallion and some other green bean stuff. Naturally, as my stomach does not respond well to mind tricks and was already full, I had to have almost the whole thing packed to go. 


Happy end: A glass of the finest, most delicately brewed Black Sea tea.

Work of mourning


Ulus Baker died alone in Istanbul on July 12, 2007. Never had a chance to take one of his lectures or meet him in person, but I still feel indebted to this great eccentric intellectual - one of the last of his kind. How do we respond to the name that is Ulus Baker? How is mourning possible, or necessary? We can start by acknowledging our debt. And to be indebted, we must read. korotonomedya offers a collection of his articles. (Also, here are Judith Butler's comments on Derrida and the work of mourning.)

Thanks!

NBM has a brand new face, thanks to face.ka photography!

Here are a few favorites from his latest lomo-ist expressions collection:







More from random street shots:






B&W portraits:






Check out this Facebook profile for more eye candy.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Friday, July 23, 2010

Fancy Friday: Fancy picks of the week

I've always wanted to get into the business of doing feature days. As of today, I will start and hopefully upkeep Fancy Friday. It's a big deal to keep your online promises, I know.

Flora Grubb's Vertical Gardens
I covet this vertical garden, not being able to grow even a horizontal one myself. Respect to all the great green thumbs out there.




via Oh Happy Day!

BG Teubner Typography
Victorian typography always makes my day.


via BibliOdyssey

Ernest Hemingway kicking a can
When someone kicks a can, his childhood self says hello.


via lost.net.au

BP killed Spongebob!
Some say Mexico Bay is Obama's Katrina.


via JazJaz

Profanity
Use profanity with wit and insight. Don't scatter them around like misused punctuation marks.


via imgfave

Someone to grow old with
It's been a whole year since she died, but I still miss my lovely Lucille the cat. But last night I dreamt I was reading a book while my dog was snoozing at my feet. Maybe it's time to move on and start a new relationship.




via imgfave

Birthday Bookshelf
These were on Bookshelf Porn on my birthday:




Windows that make us want to go away




What happens when out-of-print book covers reincarnate into t-shirts? 
Answer: They become unbearably awesome.


Saturday, July 3, 2010

"Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!"

This is obviously not Duncan's blood on my hands, but cleaning a house can be a bitch all the same.
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