Thursday, December 19, 2013

On Geekery and College Majors

Right, I know now why I'm an English major. Well, I've always had an inkling that I might be an English major, but various reasons came to mind in the past - I like writing, I like reading, I like words. But my former choir director said something the other day that kind of made me think about it. He told me that one thing he liked about me is that I'm fascinated with a lot of things. (I was being a bit of a nerd and telling him about my honors essay on Pueblo mythology and death practices in Blood Meridian, and how I couldn't put in a cool detail about a supernova in 1054 AD, recorded only by Chinese scholars and Anasazi artists).

Anyway, that got me thinking about my major. I haven't officially declared yet, but I'm going to declare in English for the reason my choir teacher described. I'm interested in ALL THE THINGS, and lit courses study a lot of things. This semester was Cormac McCarthy, last semester was early Brit Lit (think Beowulf), next semester is King Arthur. I'm typing this on my new iPhone in Barnes and Noble; in front of me is a book on Pope Celestine V, who reigned in the 13th century for a mere 15 weeks before quitting. He was the only Pope to quit for almost 800 years, until the resignation that opened the way for Pope Francis.

Everything is really interesting for me - Popes AND prehistoric cultures AND GSM rights AND DnD AND writing scifi AND knitting geeky items and socks for cats - so it's sort of difficult to pick just one major. I think there are two important things about college: one is to learn how to make your way in the world; the other is to learn all the cool stuff you can. 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

What I Learned This Semester

Five Academic Lessons:
  1. A supernova occurred during the summer of 1054 AD, which was visible for 23 days, just over the horizon. The only known records of it are Chinese records, Mimbres pottery, and Anasazi cave paintings.
  2. "Peace on Earth and Good Will to Men" is not an accurate translation of the Bible. It could read "peace on earth to men of good will." Interesting, yes? 
  3. Math Modeling is basically differential equations for stupid people (or, alternatively, people who get intimidated by things like 'calculus' and 'differential equations').
  4. Study your economics.
  5. Cormac McCarthy is really dark. You should read him. I suggest Blood Meridian, The Sunset Limited, and The Road.

Six Life Lessons:
  1. Don't get involved with new romantic partners without officially calling it off with your old romantic partners. It'll save you a lot of stress.
  2. Talk about breakups with your current romantic partner before you actually break up with them. The things that could be an issue for you in the relationship could be talked out in that conversation.
  3. Study during the afternoons so you can goof off in the evenings. If you goof off in the afternoons and study in the evenings, it will probably screw with your sleep cycle, as evidenced by my roommate, who spent a total of two nights in our room between Thanksgiving and Finals because she crashed with friends in a study room.
  4. Talk things out with your roommate. If they're being an ass, bring it up with them. If they're consistently doing stuff with their romantic partner in your room and you're not okay with that, bring it up with them. If they keep doing it, ask to be moved.
  5. Don't assume that everything is your fault. Your lack of turning in an assignment is definitely your fault. If you don't see your friends around campus, it might be because you study better alone or because you do most of your studying in the local coffee shop.
  6. Don't overdose on coffee. In other words, caffeine after 3:00 is not a good idea if you have an 8:00 exam.

Friday, December 13, 2013

End of Finals

hello!

My apologies for not posting in... three weeks?  I should get on that.

My excuse is that in the last week, I've spent more time in the local coffee shop in a caffeine-induced stupor, trying to remember how to decline Classical Greek nouns and writing an essay about the Anasazi artifacts and Puebloan mythology in Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian. (that was the biggest stressor, because, despite my being an English major and everything... writing 10-15 pages on comparisons is difficult. Even though the topic was really cool).  Anyway, that's what I've been doing.  My last exam was this morning, so I'm packing to go home to real sleep, and hoping that I can get a lot of writing and knitting done over break.

I'm excited.

On the train home (or maybe even tonight, I don't know), I'll do a Semester Recap post.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Day 26: failure?

So I'm currently about 16000 words behind on NaNoWriMo.  I'm writing this on the train back home, but basically what this means is that I'm going to have to write maybe 3500 - 4000 words a day in order to finish on time; considering that my mother and honors professor have made the joint decision to schedule ALL OF THE THINGS during break, this is not particularly feasible.  I'm still going to write every day if I can, but right now I'm just going to write. I'm not going to work on word count, I'm just going to go.

Hopefully I'll still be able to get through with a lot of words.

Farewell for now.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Day 23: I haven't posted all week because reasons

Current Page: 112
Target Page: Let's just not
Place in story: shit, shit, more shit, and then a giant ball of poop.

Yeah.  That's basically what Spencer has gotten herself into now.  Every idea she has, the Empire foils it (SHUT UP ABOUT THE CLICHE NAME FOR THE EVIL PEOPLE).  Anyway, this has been a really slow week in terms of writing, so right now I'm just trying to write.  Not necessarily, like, the 10 daily necessary pages, but words.  I just hit 30,000 today - I'm at about 30,250 right now.  I'm probably not going to hit 50,000, but I'm going to work on it.  I'm going to at least try to get close.

Anyway, in other news, this week has been rather stressful.  On Monday, my roommate and I got called in to Res Life because we apparently had bedbugs.  On Tuesday, we got treated for bedbugs; this treatment not only messed up our personal organizational systems (the bedbug guys had to move stuff to treat everything - including the inside of my trunk, apparently, where I keep the Confidential Things of Confidentiality), but it resulted in a few things going missing - most irritatingly, one of the dolls (in a set of two) that my host mom in Turkey gave me on my last night staying with them.

I missed classes yesterday to go to the Ring Ceremony/ Ball at my boyfriend's school (he goes to military school, so yes, my dress was super fancy; it was required for it to be floor-length and white).  That was a lot of fun (except for the heels and the half-tripping over my dress for most of the night), because the band was actually really good and played decent music.

We woke up at around 7 this morning in order to head out by 8:00 or so; I needed to get back by 12 to attend a choir concert (this counts as the final, basically; College policy is that if you miss the final, you fail the course, so it's better to show up and get a 0 than to not show up at all).  My parents came to that, which was really nice.  When we went out to coffee afterwards, we saw one of the alumni of my fraternity, Alpha Phi Omega.  (that's another thing that's been on my plate this week: This is The Week That Shall Not Be Spoken Of But Which Involves Lots Of Gifts That Everyone Makes.)  I didn't know him terribly well, but that was not an excuse not to get excited and hug.

Right, I have to do some more service now - candlelight vigil from midnight to 3 AM.  Farewell!

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Day 16: when in doubt, switch universes

Current Page: 84
Target Page: GAH!
Place in Story: Well, while I try and buy myself some time to figure out how to get Spencer out of the craphole I've dug her into, I'm revisiting Myrtle for the first time in a while.  I spent a week ignoring her, but I'm pretty sure she's actually useful now in padding my word count.  So, Myrtle is at a sorority party now (one she got dragged along to because she hadn't been out of the house in weeks because NOVELING!); she just got sat on by a drunk freshman who thinks that Myrtle is trans* because the freshman sat on Myrtle's pen while Myrtle was sneakily trying to write.

With regards to Spencer, I'm sure you're wondering what craphole she's gotten into.  Well, her navigation and communications systems are both down (she had an idea that didn't work; instead of successfully leading the enemy ship away from the base planet of the rebellion, the King's Stiletto was brought onto the enemy flagship and sabotaged); also, the base planet of the rebellion - the only definitively friendly planet in the only definitively friendly system within a range where navigation is simple - has been overtaken by beings of a malicious nature.  She found this out when getting the coordinates to the base planet (she was calling the commander of the rebellion on their backup communicator, which is kind old), and then the bad guy took over.

I have no idea what to do about this.  Suggestions?

On that note, I'm going to continue to write this awkward encounter in Myrtle's world, to the sounds of drunken frolicking outside.  (Since today was the game against our rivals, there's even more drunken frolicking than normal, even though we lost).

Friday, November 15, 2013

Day 15: halfway!

Current Page: 83
Pages written today: 7.5
Target Page: please, no.
Location in story: PLOT TWIST!  You thought the Mentor's death was the low point?  THINK AGAIN!!  EVERYTHING THAT SPENCER KNOWS AND LOVES IS ABOUT TO GO KAPUT, THANKS TO THAT CREEPY CALL THAT SHE JUST MADE!  Doesn't help that her navigation and her communicators are busted, so she can't really go anywhere accurately and she has to call on her backup communications.  Also, she has ten unconscious guards in her cargo hold.

Yes, that's where I am right now. I've gotten a lot done today, but I still need to keep up this pace if I want to make sure I can get my word count.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Day 14: tired, behind, and should be studying for Greek...

Current Page: 75
Target (at this point): 77 (two more pages... maybe? yes?)
Location in story: well...

I spent a lot of lunch texting my boyfriend about the best thing to sabotage about a ship (would it be more detrimental to the sabotagee to take out the navigation or the communications? Life support would have been a good option to hurt the crew and passenger of the King's Stiletto if it wasn't possible for them to land on a friendly planet in about two minutes - aka before the oxygen ran out). It turns out that I've planned out the backups for the ship better than I thought I did.  Either that, or theatre experience has trained me well for improv, because I may have been making it up.

Anyway, where I am right now in the story is trying to figure out where to send people now that the King's Stiletto has... barely been compromised.

I've also realized today just how much I've written about revolutions.  The only year that didn't involve a revolution was the first one, and that was almost preventing something that was... what's the opposite of revolution?  Not necessarily peace and harmony, but... since I based it on a video game, I'll just put it in those terms: BOWSER had captured the equivalent of PEACH and if the equivalent of MARIO wasn't out to save the royal family, there would have been anarchy that MARIO, LUIGI, and FRIENDS could not have controlled.

So... that's that. I have to do homework now.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Day 13: when in doubt, go meta

Current Page: top of 71
Target Page: um...
Place in Story: um...

So the title of today's post is derived from the fact that I do, technically, have three planes of existence in one novel: Myrtle's level, Jess's level, and Spencer's level. I have barely touched Myrtle's level in the last week or so, but Jess and Spencer have been sharing the stage fairly regularly.
Anyway, in order to shamelessly pad my word count, I wrote a scene with Myrtle, Jenna (her flatmate), and Elijah (her good friend), as well as a brief reference to Myrtle's and Jenna's cats (Samwise and Quark).  The scene lasted only around a page, but it mostly involved Myrtle saying how she had writer's block, and Jenna and Elijah giving her ideas.

There are so many levels of this that I could write the sequel to Inception.

In other, related news, I have recently discovered that requiems are really good writing music. My two right now are Mozart's in D minor and John Rutter's.  GO LISTEN.  NOW.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Day 12: stress?

Current Page: 67
Target Page: beyond that
Written today: nothing
What's going on: a lot of things.

Right now, the internet on my computer is being really dumb - for some reason, it won't connect to the server, so I can only access a few academic sites as well as Facebook and Twitter and, occasionally, the NaNoWriMo site.  (This is the reason that I haven't posted for the last two days.  My apologies for that.)
Unfortunately, I haven't been able to write too much over the last few days. I've been involved in a lot of things with my fraternity, and I have an essay due tonight at midnight (I'm mostly done with it, which is nice).  Additionally, homework is starting to get to me, because all my professors have realized that there are about three weeks before finals (if you count the rest of this week and the two days before Thanksgiving as one whole week), and so they've all decided that now is the time to give out ALL OF THE ASSIGNMENTS.  So I had an econ test yesterday, an honors essay tonight, a Greek test on Friday (as well as a bunch of translations), and a bunch of math quizzes before finals begin.  Needless to say, there's been a lot going on.
Hopefully I'll find the time to write today and tomorrow and catch up - I'm now running behind, even on NaNo terms, so that needs to get fixed.

Finals.  Gah.
Grades.  Gah.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Day 9: Second Saturday and unnecessary romance scenes

Current Page: 57
Target Page: close enough (ish)
What's happened: bad things.  Very bad things.  Like plot-twisting things for Spencer and Crew.  To pad my word count, I wrote a romance scene between Jess and Leo in the Player Realm.  Will this affect anything?  Yes.  It will affect my word count.

And, with the Dungeons and Dragons quest completed for the night, I'm going to bed.  Goodnight.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Day 8: spaceship chases and strange coincidences

Current Page: 50
Target: 51 (current goal: not necessarily to do 2,000 words a day, but just to stay ahead of the curve, at least a bit)
Current Place in Story: Spencer is being a hooligan by trying to distract the Emperor's ship from the base of the rebellion.  Will it work?  No idea; I haven't written that bit yet.  (Spoiler alert: probably not).

In other news, I organized a bit of a writing session for four of us in my group of friends who are doing NaNo (there's at least one more, but he works at Starbucks, so he doesn't want to hang out at his workplace, because that's kind of weird).  Anyway, we somehow got distracted in conversation for a little bit, when we learned that both my roommate and my cousin have the same initials - BNM.  The weirdest thing is that the first two initials stand for the exact same name.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
My roommate is dating the guy she had a crush on in middle school.  My cousin is marrying her middle school crush in March.

Okay, the similarities end there, but I still think it's really weird how that worked out.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Day 7: Plot switch?

Current Page: 43
Target Page: shut up
Place in Novel: LOOKING FOR HELP! (the characters, I mean. Okay, and me too, kind of)

So many of you may realize that, before NaNo started this year, I had a pretty cool concept.  The issue is, as you may have noticed, that I didn't really have a plot to go with this cool world I had come up with. Thinking back on it, what I did have was way to isolated in one story - I could have followed Jess through all her tales, or something like that.

So my plot this year is in a weird spot. I'm keeping in the Players, to make sure I can use all the words possible, but I'm pretty much separated from what I initially planned. Instead, I'm ripping a bit off of Star Wars and making the novel-ception (because that's technically what it is, strictly speaking... I'll go back and fix it later) the main plot of the story.  From here on out, you'll hear fewer updates on Jess, Marcus, Leo, Tobias, Fabian, and Chelsea, and more updates on Spencer, Keegan, Arthur, Matthias, the Emperor, and Electra.  Just to let you know.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Day 6: on gender and stuff

Current Page: 39
Target Page: Please, no.
What's been happening: Second encounter with the villains. They have got a trace on the ship that a pirate captains, and which is harboring a 'fugitive' (and by 'fugitive,' I mean 'a prince who was being used as a pawn who has escaped from his cell and onto an escape pod and just happened to wind up on the King's Stiletto because that's where the other escapee was going.')
The trouble with going so slowly (and procrastinating so much) is that I can't get anywhere. It's royally frustrating. I'm going to try to boost my word count over the weekend, but I'm going to have to apologize for my lack of substance on the novel front today.

So, in other news, I'm going to do a Wild Card's Life Update today.
In the front of classes, I'm taking five next semester (six, if you're counting choir): two honors courses, a course in journalism, advanced Ancient Greek (eek!), and history 101: the sixties. I'm not sure whether to be excited or terrified. Maybe both?
In the juggling front, I have finally found success. I'm hitting a point that most people found a few weeks ago, but AS LONG AS I CAN DO STUFF FOR THE FINAL PERFORMANCE I'LL BE FINE. This point is the one where I'm not getting an epic workout from chasing my errant bean bags for half the class, and also the one where I can regularly catch more than ten times.  I also learned how to do cool things with a diabolo (photo here), which you spin really fast; one of the tricks I'm working on is to tighten the string so the diabolo goes in the air and then catch it on the string again.  I learned a cool way of starting it yesterday, as well as started (and by 'started' I mean 'tried a few times in the last twenty minutes of class and probably can't manage again because my teachers' son won't be there tomorrow') working on throwing it to a partner. This only works when we're facing each other because I'm left handed and he's right handed.


On Saturday when I was working at Train Day (because this small college town started out as a train town). For the last hour and a half I was there, I was giving a little talk inside a fake caboose - what happened where, who stayed back there, why the seats were elevated (so, when checking to make sure the cargo hadn't fallen off, the crew's heads wouldn't get lopped off by a tree branch. Yes, really), that kind of thing. I started off one group of people by asking if they had any questions. One girl asked if I was a boy or a girl.
I'm not surprised she asked that - I have short hair and I'm not as well-endowed as some girls (I'm just fine with my cup size, thanks), and my style can be very boyish at times. That day, my loose green jacket hid my v-neck shirt and orange hi-tops tend to be gender-neutral. Also, my voice was probably in a weirdly ambiguous range after talking for an hour and a half.
At the same time, I'm glad she asked. She could learn to phrase it better - 'what pronouns would you like?' rather than a question that directly correlates to the gender binary - but I'm willing to concede that point on account of the fact that she looked to be around seven. At age seven, girls can be 'tomboys' and boys can be 'girlish;' the terms 'agender' or 'genderqueer' aren't really in the common vocabulary when a kid is seven. I'm glad she asked because it meant that she knew to ask questions if she wasn't sure about something, and asking about gender is something that's important. Why? There are people who don't strictly identify as male or female. This is different from trans* individuals; in the case of trans* individuals, they tend to identify as gender A when their birth certificate and chromosomes tell the world that their sex is B. Someone who is genderqueer can be assigned the sex of A or B, but can identify as the gender AB, A+B, AAAAABBBABABAABA, or 0 (or any combination).

So that's my tangent for today. The only reason I bring the last point up (aside from the fact that it's something I've been thinking about in regards to my own life) is that I've noticed that the two leads in the Novel-Ception (the Star Wars type novel, which is turning out to be the primary story line here) tend to follow interesting gender lines. The captain of the King's Stiletto is Spencer Watkins, who runs the show now that the old captain has officially given her the title; she's probably gotten laid more times than anyone on the ship combined (her standards: 1. your gravity must not kill me; 2. you must not have any deadly viruses or bacteria; 3. you must ask politely and accept a rejection, should Spencer choose to issue one). On the other hand, the love interest, Prince Art Pennington (SHUT UP ABOUT THE PRISSY SOUNDING NAME) is... okay, he is kind of prissy. His first impression of the ship was that the cockpit needed some decoration. In his defense, it's a cramped pirate vessel and he's used to, like, palaces and stuff.

Anyhoo, that's all for tonight. Need to go to bed. Farewell.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Day 5: Suddenly, BACKSTORY!

Current Page: 35
Target Page: can we just not do this bit? It's kind of embarrassing... okay, it's 38.  MAY I WARN YOU, HOWEVER, THAT 38 WILL PUT ME AT OVER 10,000 WORDS. TECHNICALLY I'M WELL ON MY WAY TO 50,000 WORDS.
Pages to go: none, because I'm going to bed soon and waking up early.
What's happened so far: there's been character development and relationship development!  HUZZAH!  Accompanied by the soundtrack of Star Wars: A New Hope (what was available in one YouTube playlist, anyway), as well as the sounds of ThePianoGuys (whom you should all go look up on YouTube RIGHT NOW), my characters have discussed the loneliness of space and the fact that there is ridiculously cool life on other planets. They also discussed rebellions and the fact that the love interest has the wide-eyed enthusiasm of a twelve-year-old in the body of...
I just realized I haven't assigned anyone an age yet. Well, this is plenty awkward.
I mean, I know that the characters are all in their late teens or early twenties, but still.
You know what?  That's good enough.  I'm going to bed.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Day 4: it's Monday.

Current Page: 25
Target Page: 30
Pages Left: 5
Pages Completed: 2 (well, 1.5, really)
Stuff that's happened in the novel so far: they have talked about how the love interest is completely irritating and Jess has had a bit of an existential crisis about how she is basically in a pit stop between normal life and the afterlife.
Which is true.
And that's really all I can manage on a Monday.
Hoping for better next week.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Day 3: When my idea shifts

Current Page: 23
Target Page (counting the number shifts I did today): 23
Point In Story: well...

So I had a minor panic earlier today. Not necessarily about anything homework related (though you should not get me started on how much honors homework I have to do, and with Econ, at this point, I'm just hoping that my pretty graphs will be enough for a decent grade on the homework this week), but because it's day three and I'm already running out of character drama. Myrtle's world is very bland, and I didn't really know how to introduce drama to the Players without writing the Player novel. In other words, NOVELCEPTION! (as opposed to INCEPTION.)
I've done bits and pieces of Myrtle's Novel, and then done scenes where the Players react to what happen. I've only kept it to bits instead of really important scenes because I wanted to focus more on the Players and Myrtle, but now I'm realizing that Myrtle might not be as big a part of this as I thought she might be. Right now, a good chunk of the last few pages has been the introduction of Myrtle's novel - the actual writing of it.

This may turn into just writing the sci-fi novel, but I don't know. We'll see how this goes.

Day 2: DON'T JUDGE ME FOR POSTING AFTER MIDNIGHT

Current Page: 15 (I will point out that this does hit me at approximately my target word count, but I digress)
Target Page: 16
Pages Written Today: 3.5
Pages Left: 1
What has happened so far: I began to write Myrtle's novel (kind of).  I do not have any names for any of her characters; if I did give them proper names, I feel like it would all get really confusing. I'm in novel-ception as it is; I'm not sure how many more levels down I want to go (that is a novel for another time; maybe you, dear reader, can write that one).  The characters who are irritable have calmed down a bit; the villain and the assistant are neither villainous nor cunning in their non-Archetype personas. I can work with this! (maybe.)
I'm glad that the structuring of the Players in Myrtle's novel is working out the way I want (was that sentence grammatically correct? I'm not sure). I hoped that they would turn out to be kind of a peanut gallery, frequently breaking out of character to comment on the novel itself. This is slightly confusing, but I have the magic of MULTI-COLORED PENS, so I can differentiate between what's in Myrtle's Novel/ real life and what is in the Player world.

An example of the Peanut Gallery is the following:

"well, what probably happened was that the ship blew up," the copilot concluded after a few moments of thinking.
"That's logical," said the pilot. "Shall we radio over and see what they want?"
"No." Marcus had regained his voice. "I mean really, in whose universe is this a good idea?"

Friday, November 1, 2013

Day 1: Doing... well?

First NaNo post! WOOHOO!

Today's stats:

Current Page: 11
Target Page: 8
Progress: AHEAD OF THE GAME!!! WOOHOO!
Current Location: well, Myrtle's going to start writing soon.  I've already introduced the Players, and things have been... interesting among them.  The love interest is a complete jerk, and the best friend got his tongue temporarily removed for bad language by The Voice, an entity that just tells the Players where they are and what they're doing there.  So far, only one person is pleased to be there, and she's turning out to be peppier than I thought - that is, if I were to include her at all (she is the Villain's Cunning Assistant).  The mentor is a cranky old guy who just wants to get his last tale done and then get out of purgatory altogether, and the villain is someone who is actually kind of friendly.  The heroine is rather nervous (perhaps because nobody properly explained to her what's going on), and she's just trying not to get yelled at by the love interest.
In Myrtle's timeline, it turns out (not surprisingly, because I kind of hoped he'd turn out this way) that her advisor (she's in college) is sorta kinda sexist, but not in a WOMEN SHOULD STAY AT HOME AND I AM ANNOUNCING THIS FACT way - in a way of ARE YOU SURE THIS NAIVE GIRL IS THE ONE TO BE DRIVING A SPACESHIP AND STARTING A REVOLUTION?

I still haven't decided whether I'm going to include bits of Myrtle's novel (I haven't even plotted what that would be, but I'm not sure I need to), but I'm not quite at the point where I have to decide that yet.  I may have to do that tomorrow, or later tonight.

In other news, I'm going to the gym now.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

NaNoWriMo approaches!

Yes, tomorrow is National Novel Writing Month. I've tried to get hyped, and I kind of am. More than I was last year, anyway. (I was in slight panic mode last year). I don't really have a complete plot. I don't even have three-quarters of a plot. I'm not sure I even have time. But I have a world and a bunch of pens and a notebook that has already been decked out with NaNoWriMo stickers, and... really, what sort of Wrimo would I be if I didn't do NaNo this year? (don't answer that.)

Right, well, this is where the slight panic sets in. I'm not sure I can do it because of time. I keep telling myself that I can work on it - that I can work in the world I've set up for myself (mostly) and that the words will just come. It's happened before. But it hasn't happened in a while. I'm possibly less prepared than I was last year - at least I knew all the character names last year. This year, I keep mixing up Tobias with whatever I named my villain (Joshua? No, he was a protagonist last year.  Jericho?  No, he was last year's villain, and I don't recycle names. Oh right, his name is Jeremy. Damn you, J-names! Come to think of it, maybe I should change his name...); also, I can't keep my character sheets straight. For example, I can't find the definitive sheet that I have (I KNOW I WROTE ONE UP) that says the Players' names, strengths, and weaknesses. Gah!

Also, I tried to get into the NaNoWriMo spirit by putting a countdown on the whiteboard on the door of my room. Every day - sometimes multiple times a day - someone would come and erase the number. With 9 days to go, someone erased it and drew a penis.

So, this is my life right now. Will be back tomorrow to begin the hooliganry!

Friday, October 25, 2013

NaNo Building - Episode 1: WHAT IS A PLAYER?

In an attempt to maybe motivate myself to try and get the rest of my NaNo universe sorted out, I'm going to post some mechanics of my world here.

This first installment covers what and who exactly the Players are.


Simply put, a Player is a person whose soul isn’t quite ready for Heaven, but the soul is nowhere near bad enough to go to Hell. If the person chooses, they can go forth and right their wrongs and eventually be redeemed. If they choose not to go forth and be redeemed, they will be doomed to roam the Earth as a homeless, wandering soul... *cue soul-wandering Purgatory legends, etc*

If they choose to be redeemed, they will be cast as an Archetype in 1,001 tales. The Archetype they are cast in is one of two things, depending on the lessons needed to be learned: first, the Archetype can be opposite from the person's personality in life, to show them that what they could have done; second, the Archetype can be similar to the person's personality in life, to show them what they were doing wrong. The first instance tends to be a Hero or Villain's Turncoat Sidekick; the second, the Villain or the Hero's Sidekick (turncoat or not).

That's the basic mechanics of who they are and the start of what they do. Next Time: how you get there and what your gender is.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

An Update (and apologies for my lack of posts)

Once again, I must apologize for my lack of posts. I should really develop some sort of schedule for doing this if I want to keep it up...

Anyway, classes are going well.  We got back from fall break earlier this week, which meant that there were only three days of classes.  WOOHOO SHORT SCHOOL WEEK!  It's now homecoming weekend, and in celebration, I'm doing... nothing of consequence.
Actually, that's not really true.  A friend of mine has released his first official album (It's called "The Turn of Autumn," and you should ALL GO LOOK IT UP ON ITUNES), and the school has decided that they're throwing him a release party during homecoming weekend.  YAY PUBLICITY!  (I would like to point out that our school is tiny, and my friend is really active in the school community, so I'm pretty sure the combination of the two resulted in the shindig in an hour).

In terms of actual academics, I have finally figured out the full capacity of Classical Greek verbs.  Actually, that's not really true.  I still need to keep a verb sheet with me at all times during the difficult translations, but the point remains that I have a better idea of Classical Greek verbs than I used to.  In the midst of conjugating verbs, we somehow got onto the topic of Oreos and the correct way to consume them.  The only guy in class yesterday apparently eats his Oreos by splitting the cookie, sticking a fork in the cream, and dunking it in milk.  The conclusion of the class was that Greek verbs are difficult and that the school should offer an Oreos and Ethics class.  (If there were such a thing as an Oreos and Ethics class, I would most certainly take it).

Speaking of classes I may or may not take, class registration is coming up soon.  My chance to sign up comes in ten days; in order to get all the classes I want, I'll be up half an hour early in order to actually get a spot.  Like the Hunger Games, the motto of class registration on all college campuses is "May the Odds be Ever in your Favor."  Why?  Well, the first half-hour is total mayhem and only those of the strongest Internet and fastest clicks will survive to reap the benefits of things like no morning classes, no classes on Fridays, and the ability to graduate on time.

Right now, the classes that are actually interesting and also pertain to my major are all on Tuesdays and Thursdays; unless I get one or both of my backups, I'm going to have zero classes two days a week (choir is on Mondays).  Luckily, one of those days is a FRIDAY!!  Even if I do get the backup that's a MWF class, I'll still be out of class by 10:20, so that's really nice.


In a complete change of subject, I've started working out the mechanics of the world I'll be writing in for National Novel Writing Month this year.  This is something I've never actually had to do; normally, I work in a realm based out of the standard fantasy world (Middle Earth is the basis for the standards); this time, however, I'm almost entirely leaving fantasy (but not quite entirely).  I'm working in a world that's a part of a Purgatory - the souls go there in order to redeem themselves somewhat in order to go to Heaven.  They do this by performing the same sort of Archetype (Naïve Female Heroine, Dashing Love Interest, Elderly Mentor, etc); the catch is that the Archetype is a type of person that is completely different from what the person was in life.  This raises questions like "what do you do to get into this level of purgatory?" and "how do you get assigned your gender, age, and genre?" and "is this world actually workable?" and "would excessive college drunkenness count on your soul's permanent record?" (I remind you that it's homecoming weekend.  There are overage alumni around.  Need I say more?)

Anyhow, I need to peace out to think about these important structural questions.  I may be back soon to explain them all to you.  I may not.

Either way, I'll try to be back for at least most of November, so that's a thing.

Farewell!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Fall and Such

Greetings!

First of all, I owe you several apologies - first, for not finishing typing up the Turkey journals (I'll try and get to that soon, but I can make no certain promises); second, for not posting at all in September aside from those entries.  I know I should do better than that, and I'll certainly try, but I make no promises as to consistency of posts from here on out.

Secondly, An Update!  The first month of sophomore year has gone fairly well.  There were a few ups and several downs that have, thankfully, sorted themselves out.  Right now, I should be working on reading for my honors class (which focuses on the works of Cormac McCarthy), but, as you can tell, I'm not.  (For those who are about to yell at me for my procrastination, I would like to inform you that I still have until 12:00 to do this, because 12:00 is when I actually have to start classes today).

My classes are thus far actually kind of interesting.  The economics course I'm in is the sort of thing where you take the course to understand basic principles, but probably shouldn't switch your major because of it (I mean, unless you really wanted to).

Ancient Greek is... well... Ancient Greek.  Now that we're in Intermediate instead of Beginning Greek, the Intermediate students need to tutor the Beginning students.  My tutorees are cool; one picks things up fairly quickly and is taking it for her major; the other one is not taking it for her major and picks it up more slowly.  I enjoy working with them well enough, but I'm prouder of the second student, because she's still trudging through it despite the difficulty.

Math Modeling is kind of easy, to be honest.  It's picking up a bit now, but for the first month I was able to dance through the problems without much difficulty.  This is the sort of math that's a little bit above algebra; maybe it's easy to me because anything below AB calculus (which I took senior year of high school) feels like grade school.

The honors class I'm in, as I stated previously, focuses on Cormac McCarthy's works.  The first week, we read a bit of Suttree; since then, we've finished All the Pretty Horses and now we're working on Cities on the Plain (we skipped the middle book in The Border Trilogy for some reason).  It's a lot of reading - we have 75 pages and a journal entry due each class - but it's interesting stuff.  The difficulty in this is that it's very much a discussion-based course, and I don't do very well in discussion-based courses.  I don't really feel like I have anything to say; if I do come up with something, it never feels like it's relevant to the book at hand.

In addition to my actual credit-related courses, I'm also taking choir (which is great fun, because CHOIR) and juggling.  Juggling is harder than you'd expect; after a month of class, I can barely do the three-ball cascade.  Meanwhile, a good chunk of my peers are successfully pausing in the middle of their cascades and doing them overhand and successfully juggling multiple clubs (I can do one... at a time...) and other crazy things like that.

Anyhow, it's now time for me to sign off and actually start doing work.  I shall post... hopefully more often than I did last month.

HUZZAH!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

"Not I - nor anyone else, can travel that road for you. You must travel it for yourself." - Walt Whitman (Entry 19, Day 12)

10:46 PM; car

Yes, I know, I switched pens.  I lost the other one , somehow, in the last five minutes.

Anyway, the museum we went to was really cool.  It had to do with various technological developments - from the printing press and typewriter to the progression of planes, trains, and cars.

(pause for Friday planning)

We saw a video about the NASA trips to Saturn and its moons.  we were the only ones there for the film, which was in Turkish without English subtitles, so Begüm had to translate for me.  The rest of the museum had English sides to the info cards, so it all worked out fine after the film.

We left the museum around 1:00 or 1:30, and went to the Miniatürk museum.  We had lunch at the cafe there, and then we walked around to see the displays, which were really cool.  They were all laid out outside, and they're all plastic scale models of the major sites in Turkey with audio descriptions available.  There are places like Maiden's Tower in the Bosphorus, but also like Cappadochia and Ephesus and stuff.  It was really cool.  Paths connected each of the 'sites,' which are on plots of grass and blocked off with rope, like in normal museums (except for the water-based ones, like the Maiden's Tower; they have a pseudo-Bosphorous - an actual body of water - where the Maiden's Tower was place).

My apologies for my atrocious handwriting.  ....this, will write when we get back.

"Make voyages! Attempt them... there's nothing else." - Tennessee Williams (Entry 18, Day 12)

Thursday, 22 August, 2013; 10:30 PM; Waffle Line

Yep, we're standing in line to get waffles, because we're cool.  it's way after dinner, so this is dessert, I guess.  I'm excited.  I'm splitting one with Genesis, though.  I don't think I can handle she sugar otherwise.  (change: I'm stealing bits of others, because splitting won't work).

So this morning, we went to Istanbul with Hülya.  I don't recall the name of the museum we went to, but it was really cool.

"Make voyages! Attempt them... there's nothing else." - Tennessee Williams (Entry 17; Day 11/12)

Thursday, August 22, 2013; 12:46 AM; our room

I fear that this must be very brief, because we have to wake up before 9:00 tomorrow.  Well, today.  Whatever.  This etry is for the 21st of august, so... yeah.  I might not hit the page count; if I don't, I'm sorry.  I'll make up for it at some point.

This morning was fairly uneventful.  I woke up at around 9, had cereal for breakfast, painted my own nails, hung out on the balcony with my iPod for a while.  I was the only one awake, so it doesn't count as being antisocial.

I woke Gen up at 11:00 ish, just so I could have someone to talk to after a while.

After she was properly awake and showered and stuff, we hung out in the living room for a while.  Buse was up by 1:00; Begüm was up around 3:00.  At 4:00, all of us except Buse went to the pool and swam around a bit.  I remained radioactively pale.  It's rather unfortunate.

After that, we came back and made fried chicken and salad for dinner.  Buse and I played piano for a little bit.  I had a flashback to a piano recital when I was 7 - one of Buse's books has Bach's Minuet in G.  Muscle memories die hard, especially when established young.

When Hülya arrived, we all had a brief, joking discussion on how we should make sure to get the ferry back from Princes' Islands when we go - apparently (jokingly) there are vampires and werwolves on the islands.  We decided that Buse would be the bodyguard, because she's seen the most episodes of True Blood, so she knows best how to fight them.

Starting at around 11:15, Günay, Hülya, Gen, Buse, and I had a really intense game of 51.  We didn't play the full 11 hands - we only gout to around 8 before we decided we were tired enough to want to go to bed.

I WON!  The point is to have the fewest points, and I had 150.  Buse had 160; Günay had 168.  It was all really fun.

I was established in the first round as the biggest competition, because I made Gen, Buse, and Günay all get the 100-point penalty for not opening their hand by the time someone closes.  Günay is really competitive in n amusing sort of way.  He calls the Joker "JoJo" and ill frequently say something along the lines of "Where's my JoJo?  Where's my friend?  Hülya, do you have my JoJo?  Are you split between JoJo and me?" (that last bit was only once or twice, and definitely in a joking manner).  He frequently would talk as he inspected his hand, his cigarette wagging in his mouth and everything coming out in a really amusing manner.  It was hilarious.

In all, I think this evening has been one of the most memorable, because this evening we laughed the most.  It was the first time I've hung out with the whole family together, and it was great.

Now, sleep.

I should have written before.  Oh, well.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

"A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving." - Lao-Tsu (Entry 16, Day 10)

Tuesday, 20 August, 2013; 10:30 PM; living room, host family

Today has been long and exhausting.  We woke up early to leave by 9 or 9:30 (which is two hours earlier than we've been waking up previously).  Then we went off to the pharmacy where Hülya (the mom) works.  There, we ate breakfast.  Genesis had her fortune told by Hülya in the dregs of Gen's Turkish Coffee.  The way you do it is to flip the cup over when you're done with the coffee and wait for the bottom to go room temperature.  Then you look at what's on the cup's bottom and what's on the saucer.

After some inspection of the cup and a bit of translating, Gen learned that in six months, she will meet her true love on a long train ride.  They will share a romantic moment on a rainy night where the moon is a crescent.  Gen will also lose a close friend and will need to get two Evil Eyes, both of which are going to break.  Her mother also needs to be cautious about men her own age.

We concluded that Gen needs to be cautious around her friends and plan train rides around the lunar calendar.

I'd be more willing to do this sort of thing if it did not involve taking the caffeine equivalent of a double shot of espresso.  I can barely handle a single shot of espresso.

After that, we took a walk and several metro rides to THE GRAND BAZAAR.

Lemme tell you something: that place is HUGE. THere are several different areas: the spice area smells really good, the ceramics area is an explosion of color and pattern; the jewelry area, obviously, glitters; the scarves are obviously just as bright as the ceramics.  we didn't really see the carpet area, because if the four of us pooled together our available amounts of Lira, we'd probably be able to purchase something the size of a small placemat (or a table runner, if we haggled a lot, and only in Turkish, because they double the price for English-speakers, since 1:2 is about the dollar-to-Lira exchange rate). I spotted some really cool notebooks, too, in one of the stores.  I had Buse ask the price of them; 45 Lira is apparently a bit expensive for notebooks of that size (admittedly, when I went further notebook shopping, since I want to get one for my boyfriend, I found out she was right, but still.  I didn't see any Evil Eye notebooks anywhere else).  If I get a chance to go back, I'm getting a notebook.  If not, then my apologies to my boyfriend; he's going to get the standard, boring gift of Turkish Delight.

Apparently, just outside the Bazaar, which is closed-in, is an open-air bridal/ wedding area, which is also huge.  (Keep in mind that when I say 'area,' I mean several blocks worth, both inside and outside the bazaar).  Not only is this an area for dresses, it's also like the Buy Stuff From the Wedding Registry Area.  You'd think that a country where 99% of the citizens identify as Muslim would be kind of modest about some things, but lingerie is just as openly hung here as anything else.  we also spent at least an hour in a cheap jewelry shop.  I didn't buy anything.

In all, all my purchases before 2:00 included one mug.  It's a very nice mug.  I like it a lot.

Then we went to lunch.  The thing about the US is that, when doing 'ethnic' food, they only do it one way.  Kebaps are only served on a skewer and disregard the kind we had today.  It was mixed meat, build-your-own into toasted Pita bread.  As always, it was delicious.  We sat on the second floor and had a nice view of the street and the Golden Horn.

While we were there, one of the sisters called someone on the street a 'f*g,' as she was pointing him out in the conversation.  Gen and I were both surprised; that's not a term that LGBTQ friends hear lightly, at least in the US.  The sister said it wasn't as bad here; she, at least, greets her fiends in a joking, 'hey, asshole/ whore' sort of tone, and calling someone by that term she had just used was just a way to point out someone slightly different from the rest.  Sure, this guy was a tourist with the ends of his hair bleached, but that was the first time I'd heard her use the term.

It could be a cultural difference in connotation, but I feel like it could be something else, just by observing the way that she and her sister (and Gen, to an extant, by hanging out with them al summer) talk about themselves - eating until they're full and calling themselves 'fat' or 'glutton' or things like that.  Sometimes I want to talk sense into them when they say that.  IT'S FOOD. YOU HAVE A FUNCTIONING DIGESTIVE SYSTEM.  YOU CAN EAT UNTIL YOU ARE FULL, UNLIKE BILLIONS OF PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.  I'd feel like I was crossing some sort of line if I actually said that, though.

After lunch, we visited the New Mosque, which was pretty cool.  I didn't have as much context for it as some of the other mosques we've been to, so I couldn't appreciate it as much as the others, but it was still cool.

Then we walked to Taksim, where, after almost an hour's stop in Starbucks, we went on a Quest for Notebooks.  It was fun, and took us to small stores dedicated only to notebooks and pens (of the drawing sort, too), which is AMAZING.  We also went to a small bookstore.  I was tempted, but the danger in remaining there would be that I would later have a full capacity to speak Turkish and also an empty wallet from ALL THE TURKISH BOOKS I would buy.  I wound up with two notebooks; sadly, neither of them are any that James would appreciate.

Then Buse and I headed out to meet Hülya; Bergüm and Genesis stayed on to do some more shopping and meet up with Buse and Bergüm's dad later.

In all, today was fun.  Another slow day ahead, but I'm looking forward to it. :)

Monday, September 9, 2013

"If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears." - Glenn Clark (Entry 15, Day 9)

Monday, 19 August, 2013; 10:40 PM; Host family's living room.

Today, I learned several things.

1. Turkish soap Operas are... interesting.  I'm still trying to figure out whether I like this show or not.  It's a formulaic plot of "who slept with whose former fiancée/ spouse, who is this girl in love with, who is feeling guilty for stabbing the FMC in the uterus" type of shows (though I don't entirely understand why someone stabbed the FMC in the uterus).  I also don't get why the girl's former fiancée keeps bringing her flowers.  You'd think he'd get the hint after the third time he saw her put them in the dumpster.  Wait... no... she's keeping them this time.  Also, the ad break went during the Epic Romantic Stare on the Balcony.  The funny bit was that it was an ad for a set of fried eggs that were placed kind of like eyes.

2. Supermarkets are a good place to learn languages.

3. Ketchup is spelled similarly in Turkish.

4. 51 is a fun card game.  It involves trying to get rid of all one's cards in a manner that is difficult to explain.  It's called 51 because you have to have the cards you're trying to open with add up to 51.  You can open with 3/4 of the cards of a certain number (three eights, for example), but if it doesn't add up, you can't open.  You'll frequently need to open with multiple sets.  The other way to do it is to have a streak of numbers in the same suit.  Jokers are used if necessary, though if someone clears their hand and you still have one in your hand (aka not on the table), then you get a penalty. You also get penalized if you discard a card that someone else could use (like the fourth eight) and if you start to open and then realize you can't.  Also, Ace of Spades (incurs a penalty if you have it in your hand). All of those are a 25 - point penalty.  If you don't open by the time someone else clears their hand, then you get penalized 100 points.  The game uses two decks of cards; everyone gets dealt 14 cars; the person to the left of the dealer starts.  There's an upside-down pile that you draw your cards from.  The discard pile is face-up; you can draw from that, but only if it means you can open something with it.  That doesn't apply to the first person, who starts with the card face-up.

5.  Apparently, the adults in the house can get super competitive over a game of 51.

6. Bergüm, we learned, can play computer games until four in the morning, and then sleep until almost four in the afternoon.

7.  Coca-cola has way less sugar here than it does in the US.  In a 330 mL, there's 37 grams of sugar; in the US, it's at least 45.

That's basically what we did today.  Gen and I woke up at around 11and had a breakfast of Nutella and bread.  We tried to put honey on it, too, but Gen accidentally dropped the jar. Since it's glass, it broke.  We cleaned as best we could, but we still had to tread with caution for the rest of the day (Part of the issue is that it's frequently considered impolite to wear your shoes indoors, so we normally go barefoot).

At around 2:00, I learned to play 51.  I'm terrible at it - once we played with penalties, it quickly became clear that I would lose miserably (I kept putting away usable cards and not being able to open my hand before Buse cleared all of hers) (A/N: I would like to point out, for the record, that this has as much to do with Buse's being excellent at 51 as it does with my noob status).  In all, I as around 300 points behind Buse by the end of it all.

As previously mentioned, Bergüm woke up at around 4:00.  After she arrived in the living area and we wrapped up the card game, we all sat around and didn't do much.  I did a bit of reading, messed up my samurai sudoku, and did a little bit of writing.  For some reason, I was able to start in a new world (writing-wise) today.  Normally I stick to the ones I've already created, but this was a weird and unexpected combination of dystopia (not really) and DnD classes.  The setup is one of the darker things I've written.  The speaker is being hazed into this organization by participating in this underground revolution.  It has to be underground because if they get found out, they'll be found guilty in a ten-minute trial and wiped from existence.  Like, each of their names will be erased from the ledgers of their landlord, their grocer, the brothel, and the public library.  All debts will be erased, and mages will remove them from the memories of everyone except their mothers, who will be forbidden to speak of them.

I don't know where I'm going to go with this, but I like it.  I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that it kind of reminds me of 1984.  (I wasn't a huge fan of the work at the time I read it.  The only things that got me through it were patience and half a pound of jellybeans).

Ah, well.  It's not as bad as the time I had to read 80% of Wuthering Heights in a day.  That wasn't fun.  Wuthering Heights is obnoxiously dense.  At least Jane Austen has some sort of adaptability!  And Jane Austen, if experienced as an audiobook, is actually pretty good!

Conclusion:
If you ike dystopia, read George ORwell.
If you like character developmment in your romance novels, read Jane Austen.
If you want a super-massive brain fart, read Wuthering Heights.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

"It's where we go, and what we do when we get there, that tells us who we are." - Joyce Carol Oates (Entry 14, Day 8)

Sunday, 18 August, 2013; 9:49 PM; Host family's iving room.

Well, I've finally made it to my host family's house and met everyone.  They're all super nice.  genesis was an exchange student on a summer program a few years ago; she's from New York - she and I are the same age (she just finished her first year at NYU).  Buse and Begüm are the two sisters (and I just got Buse to spell their names so I didn't mess them up); Buse is going to start high school soon (she's hoping to go to a German school, since it focuses on sciences), Begüm is finishing up at an Italian school (that might be one that focuses on the humanities, but I'm not sure).

That's the interesting thing about schooling in Turkey: high school is almost like undergrad college in the US, and University is like getting grad degrees.  Turkey produces some of the youngest doctors in the world because of this system - they're done with their essential relevant sciences by the time they go to college, so they can go to their specialty right when they go to college.  Sometimes I wonder why the US doesn't do that, but Gizem said yesterday that some students could say the same about the admissions process in the US.  Maybe if the two could get meshed together, it would work out for the best.

The major events of today have mostly been coming to this house and having dinner here.  All the people are really nice.   The girls keep going on a bout this card game called 51.  Apparently it's addicting.  I'm just waiting for my tutorial on the matter so I can see for myself.

Right, Gen is back from showering, and Bergüm brought in water... I think we're waiting for Buse to go shower before we start.  Or maybe w're just waiting for Buse to finish watching Teen Wolf and... never mind.

I apparently just made up a new word - 'creepertude.'  It's when people are being very creepy.  Maybe.  I dunno.

Also, Genesis spoiled what happens at the Red Wedding (Game of Thrones).  I have been told that revealing the Red Wedding events is revealing the events of the Super Mega Epic Spoiler of the series. Now I know the Super Huge Twist at the end of the series, and I'm not even a real 20 pages into the first book yet.  Thanks, Gen.

(If any readers want to know who dies, it's EVERYONE YOU LOVE AND CARE ABOUT AND EVERYONE YOU HATE AND EVERYONE YOU ARE AMBIVALENT ABOUT.  THE REST OF THE SERIES IS A LIE.  That's the most spoiler-free spoiler I can come up with in the Game of Thrones universe).

I really need to get into GoT more.  It would save me a whole lad of hassle, like having to go "BLAH BLAH BLAH" and plug my ears whenever Alex and Sean go on about GoT, or getting kind of mad at Genesis about spoiling the Red Wedding.  (If your'e reading this, Gen, I'm still working on forgiving you about it).

I'm not sure what to say right now.  The four of us are hanging out in the living room.  I've taken a few breaks (from writing) to talk to people about stuff (like talk to Gen about the spoilers), but not much of consequence happened today.  Boring, I know.

Well, on the way, we stopped at one of the largest malls in Istanbul.  Gizem and I didn't get anything except some water at Starbucks, because we were waiting for her dad to pick something up.

We did stop at one place before that.  We went to a smaller mall that's open-air (the top level is, at least; all the shops have glass windows and roofs, but there's no universal ceiling to the walkways).  We didn't do much shopping there, but Gizem did stop at this one place called Watson's.  I'd call it a pharmacy type place, but it's not, really, because you can't fill meds there, and places like CVS have snacks and stuff, too.  Watson's is basically the entire personal care area of CVS, but a lot bigger.  Soap, shampoo, cosmetics, nail polish, toothbrushes, lip balm, all that sort of thing.  They have way more of it than CVS would ever stock, because it's a specialty store. I didn't think you could have that much of those specific items in one store.  Obviously, there's the places like Bath and Body Works, which do just the lotions and some air fresheners and stuff, and there's the outlets just for cosmetics, but this is like... this is not either of those.  Really, it's like personal care in CVS exploded into a premises bigger than it ever would have at CVS.

Right, enough about Watson's.  We didn't even do that much there.  Why did I spend so much time describing it?  I think I'm just trying to fill space, at this point.

To summarize:

1. my host family is really nice.
2. my host cousin makes really good crepes.
3. don't ask Genesis what happens at the Red Wedding.
4. Istanbul has rally big malls.
5. Some of these malls do not have proper ceilings on the top floor.
6. Watson' is basically the Personal Care Store of Everything You'd Possibly Need To Take Care Of Your Body (except maybe tampons.  Didn't check for those).

Wit that, I'm going to conclude this entry.  Goodnight.

P.S. Gen and I are on the top floor.  It gets kind of warm, but the view from our balcony is great.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

"The voyage of discovery lies not in finding new landscapes, but in having new eyes." - Michael Proust (Entry 13, Day 7)

Saturday 17 August, 2013; 10:59 PM; Host family Family's house

Today was quite interesting.  Gizem got the day off from her internship (she's studying architecture and is doing an internship in that field), and she went around the city with me.  It really makes a difference to go around a city with someone who actually knows something about it.  For example, we spent a good amount of time on the street where we were on Tuesday (the one that leads up to Taksim) (A/N: actually, this is what most of the locals actually call Taksim.  That is the street name.  When people asked me, 'have you been to Taksim?', they meant to inquire as to whether I had been to this market street), but Gizem and her friend, Aja (sp?), didn't go to any of the major stores - they knew where to turn for all of the small offshoots of shops of small trinket-type items that are still cool.

Today was also nice because I got a solid ten hours of sleep, and it was completely okay.  Of course, that and the post-dinner coffee will mean that I probably get a solid four hours tonight, but it was worth it.

Anyway, at breakfast I learned an important way to eat bread and eggs.  If the eggs are fried but the yolk is still gooey, EAT THE YOLK WITH THE BREAD FIRST, so it won't get all gross all over your plate.  I saw Gizem doing it this morning, and I realized just how genius it actually was.

THe way to eat bread, aside from with egg yolk, is with this Turkish milk-based spread and honey.  It's really good.  I wish Americans had Turkish food.  REAL Turkish food.  Can't we all just move to Turkey?  (Actually, no, I'm pretty sure the Turks would hate it).

Anyway, we went to the same street where the group was on Tuesday to meet up with Gizem's friend whose name I can't spell but is really nice.  After we met up with her, we passed a school (the one that Can and Mert described as a high-school Turkish Harvard, because you need practically full marks on the entry exams to get in), where people were staging a nonviolent protest.  Gizem's friend explained that it was a protest of the jailing of some people from the Taksim Square protests.

She also explained why people were doing the Taksim protests in the first place.  Apparently, the government is favoring a select number of people for benefits of some sort.  They say it's because these people are good Muslims (or something to that effect), but there are enough people who are equally fit under those terms that people are starting to get fed up with the whole thing (as in, "I DO THOSE THINGS! WHERE ARE MY BENEFITS?").  Initially the protest started with just some people in the square, tying to draw attention to it.  That happens a lot with political protests in Turkey, apparently - people try to draw attention to things, but it dies down after a few months.  The difference this time is that after the protesters went to their tents and square and went to bed one night, the police came and set fire to the tents.  Not many people died, thankfully, but still - there were kids in some of those tents.

Anyway, that's what made this not just another protest, I think - people aren't liking what's going on.  As far as I know, the people in jail weren't acting too far outside of the law, if at all.

After the protest explanations and the small shopping, we went to a cafe to get a snack.  Even lentil salads are really good here!  It's ridiculous!

I think I've been more daring with food since I've ben here - if you told me two weeks ago that I'd be having a lentil salad and enjoying it, I'd give you a weird look and tell you to keep telling yourself that. But today I had a lentil salad, and it was great.

After we paid, Gizem and I left her friend and went to Istanbul Modern - a museum for modern art.  Some of the pieces were actually really cool.  There was one really long textile that had a photo of cigarette smoke woven onto it (for lack of a better term).  There was also a film with two tapes running side-by-side - one of the daily comings and goings of home life, and the other of news footage of protests and bombings.  It's kind of saying 'people are oblivious' and 'life goes on' at the same time.

After the museum, we took a ferry to the Asian side and back again.  We saw the Maiden's Tower and Princes Islands on the way.  Gizem said that she didn't know why the Islands were called that, and the guidebook didn't say.  the story of the tower is kind of interesting, though.

So a king learns from a fortune teller that his daughter is going to be killed (A/N: some say that it was a prophetic dream that she will be killed on her eighteenth birthday).  What does he do?  BUILD A TOWER ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RIVER.  (okay, not in the middle, but but far enough away that if an assassin were to swim out there, they'd be too tired to do much except wheeze and groan upon arrival, and then they'd probably wouldn't have the energy to get back).  Anyway, the princess lives in the tower for a few years and doesn't die from direct assassination.  In a true twist of fate that normally only happens in tales like these, she does die, because someone manages to hide a venomous snake in the fruit bowl that was her meal one day (they took food out to her every day).  The moral of the story is that you can't escape fate, because Fate will find a way to stick a snake in your fruit if it has to.  If Fate has to stick a snake in your fruit, it probably means you're going to die alone in a tower in the Bosphorus.

On that happy note, I'm going to bed.

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Friday, September 6, 2013

"I sought trains; I found passengers." - Paul Theroux (Entry 12, Day 6)

Friday, 16 August, 2013; 10:53 PM; Host Family's House

Okay, that heading is a bit of a lie.  Im really at the Host Family's Family's house - that of their uncle, aunt, and cousin, Gizem (not sure I spelled that right).  Anyway, they're all really nice.  The mom kept giving me extra food during dinner - that's the culture here.  Pace yourself.  Being told you eat well is a compliment, but's also one of those things that you get asked about by inquiring family members. Gizem's grandma called during dinner and apparently asked whether I ate well.

(later, after hanging laundry)

Anyway, Gizem and her parents are really nice.  Gizem, for example, just brought me some tea.  The idfficult is, of course, that Gizem's third language is English (her second is French); she and her dad have to translate for her mom.  In all, it's worked out all right.

But now t tell about the rest of the day.

We woke up at 6 AM with six hours of sleep. We had to rush to make sure everything was where it should be by 7:00, but the bus was still haf an hour late.  Most of the ride to Edirne was spent asleep or trying to imitate it.  It's a three-hour ride, so we were able to catch up well enough.

The first place we went was founded in the fifteenth (or maybe sixteenth) century as an affordable hospital and med school. They even offered free meds on certain days of the week.  They also had inpatient care for people with mental or physical issues ranging from epilepsy to depression to melancholy to lunacy, and designed the inpatient area to be avery acoustically sound - the hospital used a lot of music therapy as treatment.  They even used different styles of music to treat different things.  I wasn't familiar with all the styles, so I can't say which belonged to which issue (I also can't remember any of the names of the styles).

After that, we had lunch at a meatball place.  Sean had liver, which I don't totally get; it's not necessarily that the liver is bad, it's just that the meatballs are really good. 
(Also, just wanted to say again how SUPER AMAZINGLY WONDERFUL the family is.  Just had the whole discussion of What Time To Wake Up Tomorrow.  We decided on the 9-10 range.  I can work with that.  Also, Gizem said that she just read the host family letter I had to write in April and she said she really liked it.  That makes me very happy :) ).

Right.  After our 2:00-ish lunch, we went to two mosques.  I don't recall the name of the first one, but it was interesting for two reasons (that I recall):
1. there were a lot of domes in the courtyard and they were ALL PAINTED, and they were each different from the ones on either side (I think they matched from across the courtyard, but it was still really cool).
2. There were a lot of domes inside, too, and THOSE were all unique, too, as well as the corners of the dome (well, the corners in the space below the dome). Some were honeycombed, some were fluted, all were really coo.  There are also carvings on the wooden shutters (for lack of a better term) on the windows in all the niches; those were all variations on the same pattern as well.

Backtrack for a second: before we went to this mosque, we went to a small bazaar (we went to one before lunch, too, and I got YARN. It's all acrylic, but still).  At the bazaar after lunch, I got two head scarves and some bracelets for some friends.  Mom had a mixup with the seller of the bracelets.  She wanted to buy a keychain; she thought he was asking 15 Lira for it (about $7.50), when he was really asking 1.5 Lira ($.75).  Obviously, $7.50 is a bit pricey for a keychain, so she tried to bargain it to 10 Lira. He seemed really confused, and eventually he had to pull out the exact amount from the change drawer to show her that 10 Lira is not what he'd take for a keychain.

Back to later.  The second mosque we visited was called the Old Mosque.  It was built in 1414 and was one of the original mosques in Turkey.  In style, it actually resembles some of the mosques in Egypt and that area.  It's really cool because the names of Allah and the prophets are written right onto the stone, not painted onto tile and hung up.

After the Old Mosque, we went and dropped Alex off at the place where she would meet her family.  However, the guide seemed to have thought that both Sean and I were going to the Asia side, so he said both of us would be dropped off with Can at the ferry.  We met Can, and he said Cemre told him that he only needed to handle Sean's passage (I thought that too).  After making a few calls, he sorted it all out, and we figured out what was going on and whom we had to meet where, and there I met Gizem and her dad, and it all worked out fine.  HUZZAH!

"Tip the world over on its side, and everything loose will land in Los Angeles." - Frank Lloyd Wright (Entry 11, Day 6)

Friday, 16 August, 2013; 4:23 PM; bus

Just got done being a tourist in Edina; heading back to Istanbul and the host families now.

Anyway, finishing yesterday:

After the Topkapi (did I mention it was huge?), we went to the Archaeological museum.  They have things from Mesopotamia, including the world's oldest love poem (also, nobody who has seen fragments of Cuneiform is allowed to call my handwriting small ever again); also, they had sarcophagi from Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as well as things like headstones and statues from the latter two (And the Alexander Sarcophagus!  That was pretty cool).  I kept trying to translate the Greek, but it wasn't really working.  What I found interesting is that they translated chaire/ chairete as 'farewell,' when I've always learned those to mean 'hello' or the singular/ plural imperative of 'rejoice.'





After the Archaeological museum, we went to the Hagia Sophia, which was really cool, if only because it's housed two different faiths.  You can kind of tell in the artwork - it's hard to get rid of the Christian mosaics, especially the ones on the ceiling, but there are places where crosses have been painted over with Muslim Iconography (I assume it's Muslim - Islam was the next faith to take up there).  Also, the Muslim influence is evident in the Arabic calligraphy hung up there - I think they're the names of Allah and the Prophets, and they show up in almost every mosque.  It's impressive in the fact that the idea, at least, of the Hagia Sophia has been on that spot for at least 1500 years (the building burned a few times).
After the Hagia Sophia, we went to the cisterns, which was really cool. The columns are all lit from the bottom so it looks a little creepy and a lot of epic.  There are always to go see through it, which is cool. there's one offshoot that leads to a column carved with Evil Eyes, and two more that each have a large carving of Medusa's face at the base.  For some reason, I remember the whole place smelling like a Smithsonian Museum.

After that was an info session about the Blue Mosque, and then the Blue Mosque itself.  We went to the info thing, partly because it sounded interesting and partly because evening prayers weren't done yet.

The mosque itself is enormous and is called the Blue Mosque for the simple fact that almost all of the 21000 tiles that decorate the inside have some little portion of blue on them somewhere.  In terms of grandeur, it's for sure more impressive than the Hagia Sophia, but I think the Hagia Sophia has more impressive of a story.

Interestingly, the mosques haven't really started running together in my had yet.  I know I had a major problem with the Italian Cathedrals, but I think part of it is that the mosques are far more individualized than the cathedrals.  Also, I never really got any backstories for any of the places in Italy.

For example, a sample of a conversation in Italy:

Mom: we're going to St. John's Basilica Today!!
Me: okay... what happened at St. John's Basilica?
Mom: I don't know... but it's famous, so we're going.
Me: blargh.

Here, though, the backstory is more readily available, so the whole thing is a lot more interesting.

I'm done for yesterday.  Will do today's recap tonight.

p.s. fish dinner last night = super good!!

Thursday, September 5, 2013

"Tip the world over on its side, and everything loose will land in Los Angeles." - Frank Lloyd Wright (Entry 10, Day 5)

Thursday, 15 August, 2013; 11:29 PM; Orient Hostel

We have to wake up early tomorrow, so I'll have to keep this as short as I can.  I might go halfway through and finish in the morning.

Anyway, we started off today with walking.  We went to the Topkapi Palace, which is now a museum exhibiting.... itself, really, because it's AMAZING.

Ways To Tell Your Empire Is Rich:
1. there are hand-painted tiles in everyone's room.
2. You have four thousand cooks in the palace.
3. The palace is not one but multiple buildings.
4. You inscribe the BLADES of swords, because the handles are encrusted with palm-sized emeralds.
5. The maces (the weapons, not the spice) are gold-plated and the spiky bits are semiprecious stones.

WHO CAN AFFORD THAT?  The Ottomans.

Oh, yeah:
6. "What 20-something karat emerald? Oh, you mean my cigarette case?"
7. "What 87-karat diamond? Oh, you mean my headpiece's little embellishment?" (WHO HAS FREAKING 87-KARAT DIAMONDS?  The Ottomans, apparently.)

For real, though, the Palace was really cool.  It's MASSIVE, with a bunch of courtyards and different areas and buildings and stuff.  We saw the treasury, where basically every gem under ten karats is called a trinket and stuck on as an accessory to something.

After the treasury, we went to the Harem.  It's where all the wives, the concubines, and the royal family lived.  The Sultan could have up to four wives, and whichever one bore him a son got some sort of special status.  If they all bore him sons, they all got it, I guess.  Or it could be the one that bore him the first son.

Anyway, the Ottomans didn't do primogeniture (A/N: for those who don't know, primogeniture is where the firstborn gets the throne), so if there were multiple sons, they did a lot of battling of politics and blood, and whoever came out on top was the Sultan. The Sultan Mother was actually very influential.

Later on, the custom changed from killing brothers to submitting them to cage life for life, so even if they outlived their sibling they'd be unfit to rule (because they wouldn't know squat about the goings-on of the world. Personally, I think this is worse than being conspiracied to death).  It's brutal, but I feel like it might have worked a bit better.  I could be wrong on that point, though.

Anyway, I'm going to bed.  I'll finish up tomorrow on the bus, hopefully.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

"When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable." - Clifton Fadiman (Entry 9, Day 4)

Wednesday, 14 August, 2013; 10:34 Pm; Orient Hostel

Today has been amazing. the last half-hour was the most informative and aazing for a personal level, some of which I probably shouldn't put here, or at least on the blog when I type this up.

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Right, so this morning, we went to a synagogue, which was really cool. There's a ton of security you have to go through before you can actually go in -  passport, metal detector, the works.  once we were in, we had to wait around a little fora guide to show us around. We also had to wait because the Olympics Application Committee for 2020 was doing a little bit of filming there while we were there.

Once the guide arrived, he talked a little bit about the symbolism of the various things (which I don't really recall) and how the various ceremonies were held.  He did the talking in Turkish, so Mert and Can had to translate.

Once we left the sanctuary-type area, we went out into a lobby-tpe place where he talked about kabbalah (spelling?), of mysticism and intellect and such.  It was really quite interesting.

As we were leaving, we asked about where the guide was from.  His family came from Spain during the Inquisition, as well as another place I can't recall.  His family his been in Istanbul for over 600 years, and we learned, on the tail end of the tour, that he also spoke Spanish.  (Of the group, not counting the Turks, 5/6 of us have a functional or better level of Spanish).

After that, we went to a museum aboutJews in Istanbul.  It was interesting, from what I read.  The Turks were very good about being a known haven for the Jews during the Inquisition, and provided refuge for many Jewish families who didn't want to convert and didn't want to die at the hands of the SPanish.  I don't recall what it said about World War Two, but I think that was a bit of a different sort of situation.

We had a really good lunch of beans and rice and yogurt and bread and deliciousness.

We went to a mosque afterwards.  It was enormous and beautiful.  There's an intricate amount of tiling and carving, all the way up to the top of the dome (well the inside of it, anyway).

We stayed there fora  while, and it was really nice.  We hung around on the grounds as well, which looks like a college campus, if your back is to the mosque.  The courtyard, on the other hand, is a place that no college campus can afford - unless they can afford a crap-ton of marble and a time machine to go back and replicate how the people back then did it.  There are pillars all around the edge, and above them were blue and white tiles - large ones - invoking the various names of Allah (Allah all-loving, Allah all-powerful, etc)  After the mosque, we made a quick stop by the hostel to drop off Katie, who wasn't feeling too well, and to maybe change shirts before we went to Batu's house for dinner.  We left an hour late, but we wound up getting there half an hour early.

His house is SO NICE.  the rooms are HUGE.  The family is so nice, especially his mom.  It's turkish custom to give gifts to a host as well as to a guest.  Also, she made THE MOST AMAZING FOOD I HAVE EVER HAD EVER.  The appetizers were stuffed grape leaves (not at all like what you might get at Lebanese Taverna - they too much olive oil on, and I can't stand olive oil), as well as these things where the outside was sort of like a croissant and the inside had melted cheese and Turkish bacon.  Then was the salad.  Then was THE BEST RICE EVER as well as this... I don't know what the outside was, but it was stuffed with meat and deliciousness (A/N Update: it was eggplant).  Also, for anyone who says that rice is only good with salt or sauce has clearly never had Turkish rice.  Seriously.  I don't know what Batu's mom did to it, but I didn't know rice came like that.  It actually has flavor.  Who knew rice could have flavor?

Dessert was three types of baklava that were all homemade, and it was the most amazing baklava that I've ever had.  You could tell that it was fresh because it wasn't super duper dry and flaky and hard, like you get a a grocery.  It was a bit dry and flaky, but it was clearly not hard, and calling it 'dry' is a bit of stretch.  it was so good.

On the way back to the hostel, we had an interesting discussion about politics after we dropped off Can and Mert at the transit they needed.  I put in a little bit (the topics were gay rights and abortion), but it was interesting to see Alex and Sean go at it.  Alex has done many debate tournaments, so she knows about current events, and Sean is Sean, so he knows a bit about everything.  Also, Sean is used to discussing points at length.

Also, when we got back, Jim found his camera, and the case in which he had left an exorbitant amount of money.  Huzzah!