Sunday, October 31, 2010

No youtubeland no more!

I'd criticized it but I guess the President of the Republic had to intervene in order to clear this mess.
Welcome back, endless hours on youtube.

Here's my favorite Kings of Convenience video. Everything about it is so lovely.

Plus, the adorable young Mick Jagger. I'm smitten.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

(Im)probability of Ph.D. happiness

I know, I know... I know I want endless hours of headache-flavored nights in the library, financial desperation, pre-qual dramatic weight gain, caffeine heartache, unresolved existential questions of a whimsical "self-starter," (i.e., bu arastirmayi yaptik ama dunyaya yarari ne ki? bu kongrede de konustuk ama dinleyen oldu mu ki?), unresolved research questions, teaching responsibilities in courses that are none of my concern, a thesis subject ultimately none of my concern, ego vertigo, neck hernia, justified fear of unemployment, and the two vertical lines of frustration between my brows that will eventually be permanent.

Despite the needlessly high levels of self-inflicted pain it will bring to my life, I know I want that experience. And yea, I wouldn't say no to the title either. 

So here we go, everything mechanical, step-by-step. (Otherwise I tend to get cold feet.) GRE: done. Next task: applications. Today, after a brief traditional period of self-doubt in the morning, which quickly turned into butterflies in my stomach as I started thinking about postcolonial theory, I started brainstorming about my personal statement(s). It's nice to feel your brain cells running.

If I do get admitted,  I'll first celebrate with 40 kegs of beer for 40 days and 40 nights. Then I'll wear this totebag with a dangerous mixture of humor and pride.

Here's a salute to years of expensive education, a car full of books, and anticipation. 

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Enchanted song from the 90's.

I like things...

For instance,

The dark side...

Darth Vader Mug & Alarm Clock

Cool stuff...

Witty & humorous use of slang...

Duvet sheets...

Open windows & dancing curtains...

Art Print by Geoffrey Agrons

Love notes...

Mini photographs...

* All from the evil genius Urban Outfitters.

** It seems to me that the level of superfluous vanity I exercise on this blog is directly correlated with the level of distress I experience while watching evening news. Seriously. I'm impressed with the keenness with which I avoid bleak realities of the world.

*** Here's a little songbird for today's avid readers.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

How about some fresh Glastonbury air?

"And if you must go to work tomorrow -
Well, if I were you I wouldn't bother
For there are brighter sides to life
and I should know because I've seen them
but not very often."

Check out Tom Sheehan's website. He says: "I always wanted to work in music, but I never wanted to be in a band. I wanted to be the guy that took their picture." Wise guy who photographs cool guys is also cool. I like him. Here are a few:

Noel Gallagher
dark & adolescent as always

Thom Yorke
He smiles!
'Nonos' Morrissey
Robert Smith
Iggy Pop
Echo & the Bunnymen

Earmuffs & mittens on NBM

As of today, all summer clothes are removed from my wardrobe. I sorted everything into categories: "wore this enough, has holes in it, wore this more than enough, never wore this & probably never will, the jacket that defines me but is 2 sizes too big, the jeans i will squeeze into again hopefully in a near future." Then I commanded myself: "Only what I need will stay." Obviously there were a lot of casualties. They're in a bag by the door.

After I said goodbye to summer, I brought out the big guns, the ultimate material of winter: WOOL. When I say wool, I do not mean the threadbare cotton-wool mix, mind you. I'm talking about the kind of wool that is so pure you need to stash it with mothballs; a wool that is so coarse it burns your skin; and the quality wool that is so untainted the smallest amount of moisture will make it stink. (i.e., wet dog in the rain)

As I washed woolen garments all day, I thought the blog design could also use some change. (When you have wool all over the place, you don't like looking a picture taken in 35 degrees.)

So I thought maybe I could try this one below as a title for a while:

What do you think? Gideri var mi, ya da daha erken mi?

The deed is done.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Fancy Friday Picks VII

I opened the door, put my bags down, took off one shoe right there, closed the door, took off the other shoe half way down the hall, went to pee, went to my room, took off my clothes, put on my pijamas, tied my hair up way off my neck, collected my hall-shoe & doorstep-shoe and placed them properly, took my bags, brought them to the living room, took out my tumbler, and finally - threw myself to the couch.

All this must've taken about 3 minutes.

Now I look at my watch and it tells me I've been gaping into the distance, thinking nothing & not even remotely conscious of my expressionless face for the past TWENTY minutes! I've been just a heap of meat & bones, a mere existence wasting world's space for almost half an hour! This happens sometimes - especially when I'm overloaded and my mind is partitioned to deal with a zillion different tasks & worries. Apparently, you can't help it when the system wants to shut down, cool off & reboot. To push yourself so hard to have an introductory experience of sheer dumbness. So eerie.

Anyway, back in business now. I'll start working on the fancy picks shortly, although I have (or perhaps precisely because I have) a zillion more important things to attend to. But it's Friday for Godssakes.* It's the end of a horrible throat-sore-ing, nose-running, mind-numbing-Theraflu week. I need to waste some time before I resume the GRE marathon.

(*Reminds me of one of the fun Kinderreime I memorized long ago for learning to count the days of the week, which recounted the week's work schedule & ended with the exclamation "Sonntags nie!" For me - it's rather nie an Freitagen!)

Back with the fancy picks shortly!

Listen: Commercial Songs
Listen to this great song by the wonderful Ingrid Michaelson.

IwantIwantIwant Alarm: Academician's Bag
I've raided jungles of too-big, too-small, too tacky, too plain etc. leather bags for many a season and finally cast my eyes on the ultimate dark brown leather bag in perfect size in 2008. It's a sturdy, well-earned & well-bought piece that can carry a truckload of books and still probably last me a lifetime.
So, having found the perfect one, I swore off dark-brown leather bags for good. I never ever looked at them, until recently I came across this beauty at Topshop. Fully aware that I am not likely to purchase a leather bag online nowadays, I dream of it night and day.

Tonsorial* discontent: Just a phase or "scissor envy"?
I started playing with my hair a lot, and daydreaming about getting a shorter haircut. It's always a critical decision but it's much worse when you get used to ridiculously long hair & want to get rid of it because it loses the volume & there are split ends all over the place - but then you can't because you've gotten used to it.  See what I mean?

You don't play with hair length. It's a leap of faith into the unknown.

So, all of you my friends out there who are thinking about a new haircut because your head's become one big shaggy mess like mine - Don't! Let's invest in some natural remedies instead. For your information, the products I've used & were immensely satisfied with are: Daddy-O shampoo from Lush, hair mist & repair mask from L'Occitane, and the dry ends serum from Avon. A more wallet-friendly and in fact better & longer lasting product is the essential oil mix I buy for 10 TL at my local aktar. Soak your hair in an oil mix once a week for half an hour before taking a shower. Seriously, it does wonders.

(*Tonsorial and sartorial are beautiful words.)

Desk Mess: Organizing clips
You've seen the state of my desks lately. These clips would come in very handy, obviously. But these 4 will not suffice. At the office, I'd also need an "ignore" clip for bureaucratic tasks that take a loooong time (like the equivalency letters to YOK), a "grudge" clip for tasks that need to wait because they relate to evil parents that prey on me, a "call to harass" clip for things that superiors forget or simply choose to ignore, and a "missed deadline" for things that are worse than urgent. Finally, not a clip but a whole folder entitled "if only there were 30 hours in a day & I could survive on 5 hours of sleep" for the relevant stuff in my life, such as the piling articles about public space, which need to be incorporated into the dullest discussion in my thesis.

Breakfast: Sit down and eat properly.
On weekdays I dunk one Cokoprens in my coffee at the office, and call it breakfast while actually skipping it. This is why I follow simply breakfast: in order to remind myself what a real weekday breakfast should look like.

I do know what they look like on weekends, of course:

Design: Space-Place-Culture-Identity (& Time)
Why would we want to pinch the earth? What memories does it have, and what do we want it to memorize? What do we want to attach to a place? What makes a (social) space hold-together? My heart skipped a beat when I first saw this picture below, which summarizes my theoretical feelings about space-place-identity. The artist is surprisingly very close, (really very close, across the corner in the next building) which lures me into thinking about an interview.

via Milk

Moleskine: Genius!
I asked my iPod Touch. Needless to say, we both like it.

Nese found it, we drooled over it.

Food for thought: Human parts of speech/act?
How about from now on we utter the word "human" not as a noun or an adjective, but a verb - a word signifying performance? I think the world would be a better place. How do we conjugate the verb that is human? Isn't it exciting to think of conjugation as deconstruction? Reference to this sweetest, most delicate thought can be found in original Turkish right here. (via EvvelFanzin)

Have a fun & productive weekend, everyone!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Chicken Soup & Pepper

I'm feeling a bit under the weather today, which is about the worst thing that can happen if it happens this week. (i.e., GRE in 8 days! About 3280 more words to memorize?!) (Not to mention Ph.D. Applications in 1 month! Thesis in 2 months!) (OK, to be realistic I can't memorize more than 500 vocab total).

But I'm optimistic, I feel that somehow my endless appetite for winter fruits (tangerines!) will get me through this one. I also stacked my metabolism with all the necessary preventive medicinal powers. I'm loving this rainy coldish fall weather, I will not complain about almost-catching-a-cold. I'll gulp down imuneks & linden tea instead.

I'm in a very dreamy, distracted, and (as is obvious above) very optimistic state of mind, as if I'm high on lollipops and jellybeans. I want to tousle fallen leaves, hold hands in the rain, wear chunky cardigans, study polynomials and memorize ridiculous words like lackluster. My inhumane work & study schedule almost seems... fun!? Could life really be... good?! I suspect that my euphoric state might be due to the prospect of leaving next year. Either that, or because we have the apartment's central heating system working finally and my feet are comfortably warm. Not sure.

This is why I use coasters,
you devilish cup o' jo!

Wouldn't that be nice:

If Hogwarts doesn't work,
I might like to go to Iceland instead,
where there are 

& cotton fields!

This is the perfect season for Smiths songs,
they thrive & ripen in rainy weather:

Dreams for the weekend:

This is a very clever way to promote

PS: When women with big feet find men with big feet, they make Avatar weddings. We'll have one this year. 

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Collected images

I like to collect fun and pretty images from around the websites I visit.
They all end up in the "Misc." folder on my desktop, which is getting kind of bulky.
Here are some of the images in the notorious "Misc." folder. 
Unfortunately, I don't keep records of where I found them. 
If someone recognizes an image, please let me know. 
I try to be pretty meticulous about correct references.

Shoes & security! One of the most wonderful moments 
in recent world history is when that man 
threw his shoe at a US president. 
Remember that day, it will make you smile.

This one was somewhere in Germany, 
perhaps as part of an art initiative or biennal..
Who doesn't like yellow umbrellas?


This picture always calms me down...

...and this one makes me remember to cherish people I love...

...and whenever I look at this one below, 
I feel sad because I can't find a nice 
coffee house near where I live. 
(We used to have Sili Kahve Evi just around the corner, 
next to a florist and an antique shop. I miss it.)

I think this guy defines coolness.

Did you know that I collect Marilyn Monroe photos, 
especially the rare ones taken when she was old and graceful?

Coffee & milk. And polaroid, of course.

"This is my outfit" blogs often bore me to death,
but there are a few out there that are just amazing.
This look below has won a permanent place in my heart.
Despite the peephole boots.

Did you know that I also collect Audrey Hepburn photos,
especially the ones in which she is almost sad (but not quite)?

Checkered skirt, pastel colors, polaroid.

I also started collecting Nico photos 
after someone said I looked like her.
Which was nice.

One of the hardest things in this life is to try and 
keep your eyes off a happy and confident woman,
especially when she wears polka dots. Isn't it?

 Pastel colors, cotton flannel shirts, polaroid.
Sleepiness, at-home-ness.
I might've dyed my hair back to its natural darker color after this picture.

Some of the people around me live by this code:
(bkz. el sakalari)

More umbrellas! More bright colors!
This time in France, I think.

There's something infinitely alluring about
a young Mick Jagger gaping at the TV
as he reclines casually on the sofa...
(And also this might be the first time I saw a 
B&W television on a B&W picture.)

... but then, there's always something alluring 
about the young Mick Jagger.

Red Velvet Cupcakes.

Haha I like this one,
"Cupcake devours cookie":

Birol Unel. He also oozes coolness.

These are some of the photos I collected while looking for
apartments to rent. They exemplify what I mean when I say
I want BIG windows and OPEN spaces.

I can't remember the name of the artist. 
It's an unfinished auto-portrait I saw in 
the National Portrait Gallery in London. 
I was mesmerized by the eyes.

Jacques Derrida's library
of the books he's written.

The revolution.

There's also something innocent yet devilish
 about the young Meryl Streep.
I want to watch Manhattan again.

Another picture that calms me down.

I love exteriors painted in primary colors...

...which always reminds me of Frida.

I'm sure I'd like Picasso best 
if I happened to meet every famous artist personally.
Look at him: he's so funny, so witty, and always so very friendly.
Bread fingers!

two favorite inspirational quotes.

PS:We overdosed on The Smiths yesterday night. I felt like nineteen again.
Here's a charming man to brighten up your cloudy Sunday afternoon.

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