I spent the last two or so hours trying to get the photo gallery to work in a better way. I have partially succeeded. This makes me a bit proud. However, I had no idea I’d begin to sound like a luddite in my own head with my complaints about managing my webpage. Never fear, however, beer is here.
Of course, I’m at Pizza Pepino again. I met with a woman who will give me some Turkish lessons, as I think some guidance and accountability may just help. On the other hand, I will be traveling again at the end of March, for about a month. While I’m not sure of all the places I will visit, I am very, very much looking forward to Göbekli Tepe. And I now have a collection of about twenty or some such articles discussing this most very important archeological find.
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Mostly because I tend towards being a climate change activist, I notice the weather. Perhaps, I’m just a weather geek. Several years ago, my sister told me her favorite cable TV channel was The Weather Channel. We laughed about that. I follow the temperatures in London, Chicago, Istanbul, Trabzon, Barcelona, Cordoba, and Fethiye on my iPhone. Last night, it grew warmer and warmer in Kayaköy. For the first time, I opened the doors and windows after I had closed them. It also grew windier and windier, spilling my çay bardak vase of laleler ( :o( ) onto my homemade Turkish/English flashcards. The flashcards were salvageable (read: ink didn’t run), so that was cool. And the flowers survived (I still think they are really poppies rather than tulips, but the Turks insist on tulips.) So … no harm done. I finally closed the windows after chasing down all my other loose papers. The friend who had given me the editing assignment (can you proofread my English? Of course), emailed me to let me know the storm was coming from the south. I guess that means the Arabian Peninsula. That explains the layer of dust. Very interesting.
When I was outside about 10 p.m. while the electricity was off, I noticed a young lady walking up the road. A pick-up truck was following her. At first I thought it was very strange. Then I had a moment of panic for her. Then I realized that whoever was driving the truck was helping her out. If they had meant any harm at all, they wouldn’t be going so slowly. So I just watched. They turned up onto another street about 100 yards from my balcony. This road leads toward some other KAYA ruins, not a part of Karmylassos. It leads toward the windmill that I once romanticized was part of a castle. I watched until I couldn’t see anyone any longer. Facebook and my lefty news connections had contributed to my fears for this youngster. Also, though at this point I rather hate to admit it, cultural prejudices are a challenge to overcome. They hit you when you are vulnerable–late at night, PMSing, unsure about your language skills, etc. They could hit you all the time, even if you have made the conscientious attempt over and over again to rid yourself of them.
One of the conclusions I drew a few years ago is this: it’s nearly impossible to think yourself out of the imprint your culture cultivated within you. And I recently read an very interesting article addressing this phenomenon: http://www.psmag.com/magazines/pacific-standard-cover-story/joe-henrich-weird-ultimatum-game-shaking-up-psychology-economics-53135/
Have a look. It’s a fascinating piece.