My Japanese exam is only four weeks away and I am so going to flunk it. I bought two books last week to prepare and the more I study, the more I realize how little I know. The thing is, it’s self-inflicted pain so I can’t even whine. While I am too tired to study as much as I’m going to have to, I’m also too masochistic to give it up. I’ve come so close, I can’t give up now. And I sure as hell am not willing to fail. So the only alternative is to bust my ass.
It’s times like these that make me reconsider my willingness to go back to school.
I wish I could tell you something pithy about today but I spent the entire day studying Japanese, desperately trying to come up with an outline for my novel and mostly running away from both chores by watching a week’s worth of TiVo. I’m sure tomorrow won’t be shockingly different.
I did see Charlie’s Angels last night and loved it. It was funny. It was witty. It was silly. It was fun. It was the perfect Friday night movie.
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I was going to link to a neat link on MetaFilter about how penguins fall backwards as they watch planes flying over them, but, for some reason, MetaFilter seems to be down. That’s a major bummer on so many levels!
Are you nice to people? When was the last time you were rude to someone? It’s really amazing how some people don’t realize the importance of being nice to everyone. I’m not talking about kissing butt or faking it, but genuine cordiality. There is no reason to not be kind to everyone. It’s so interesting to me how something that goes around comes around. The person you’re mean to might be at the other end of an interview or might become a client. I just don’t understand what causes people to be rude. To me, it makes perfect sense to try and be nice to everyone. When someone is nice to me, especially when they have no reason to be, it so makes my day and I love the idea of doing that for someone else. Wouldn’t you?
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Goody Links
Can you summarize the last year in twenty words or fewer?
Thoughts
The weird thing about being sick is that I can never seem to remember the time when I wasn’t. As soon as I get sick, it feels like I will always be sick. I feel hopeless and miserable and each time I try to recall how I felt without the sickness, I can’t seem to. Maybe it’s just me, but it happens to me every time. It’s one of the major reasons I hate getting sick. The sore throat, chess pain, incessant sneezing, fever and nausea are some others.
Happy Halloween! This is the first time in my life that I’m giving out candy. Last year, I was at my friend Laura’s house for Halloween and it was the first time I carved pumpkins. Since I never gave candy out before I wanted to go all out. I bought full-size bars and lots of them and then I got worried and bought some snack sized ones as well, just in case too many kids showed up. I just hope the kids come to get it or my diet will become toast!
I was trying to link a picture of my plate of candies but I can’t get the image to be small enough, so it’ll have to wait.
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Last week, I bought the Aeron chair. Actually, I got it as a present from my grandmother. I’ve craved having this chair for a long time and, I must say, it hasn’t disappointed me. It’s the bestest chair! Yeay!!
I spent all of last week bummed that I was leaving town cause I had so much to do. Yesterday, we drove back to New Haven after working out in the cold an entire day. We took the 11:15 train from New Haven, getting home around 2am. All of this, so I could wake up in my own house and finish the list of things I had planned for this weekend. Do you want to know what I did all day? You guessed it: nothing! I woke up all congested and dizzy. I walked from the bed to the couch and planted myself in front of the TV, actually, the TiVo. I spent the entire day watching one program after another. I did write the scene for my novel that was due tomorrow, but that’s it. Nothing more. I am such a loser! Argh! I do the same thing every week. You’d think I would have learned by now.
Thanks to my portable Panasonic player, I watched High Fidelity on the train home yesterday. I’d read the book a while ago and loved it. The movie, as usual, wasn’t as good. Even though Cusak tried hard, Hornby’s cynicism just can’t come across on the movie screen as it did on the pages.
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I spent a large portion of the last two days in a car. Since I don’t drive, I did the passenger seat thing, which I must say is not much more fun than driving. When you drive, at least you are doing something. I always have these plans to do a lot of writing and reading that, somehow, never get done. If I were driving, I at least I would never hope to get other things done.
Anyhow, we drove from New York to Boston for the annual Serve-A-Thon. Since Jake was a City Year Corps member in 1992, he and his family do the Serve-A-Thon every year. If you’re from New York, it’s similar to the New York Cares Day. I really enjoy the day-long community service sessions cause everyone is so hyped up and you meet all sorts of interesting people. The best news I heard today as that City Year is planning to come to New York. I’ve been wanting to volunteer for them for a long time and now it looks like I might get the opportunity. Yeaay!
After cleaning the park and raking leaves all day, we drove to New Haven where Jake’s brother goes to college. His roommates and he are throwing a Halloween party. I didn’t even go to parties much when I was in college so it’s funny that I should choose to attend one four years after I graduated. We’ll see how this turns out.
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Another terribly long day. Life has been terrbily busy in the last few days. I am trying to wrap my arms around things but somehow I’m falling slighly short on energy. Today’s best advice comes from one of my teachers. She said, “…but forget about having someone else tell you if what you’re doing is worthwhile: that’s your business alone!”
Well said, and how true. If only I knew of a way to make my mind and heart listen.
Sorry about the lack of long posts and passages, they will be back real soon, I promise.
Today is the two-week anniversary of my Lasik surgery. I still haven’t really registered it all. I can see but I constantly think that I’m wearing contacts. I’m anxiously waiting for the moment it will all hit me.
Today’s word is obsession. Good word in my household. Both of us get totally obsessed about things. The funny thing is that the subject matter isn’t all that relevant. Only the strong obsession with which I throw myself at it. When I started writing a book, I obsessed about learning all the details of grammar (not that you can tell from my log). For some Godforsaken reason I decided to keep a blog and got totally obsessed with all the other ones. I spent hours of my day reading everyone’s words. I even wrote emails to some of these people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just that, for a while, it consumed me. I kept trying to think of ways to change my blog so I’d have more visitors. I checked my referrer logs every second. I’m trying to get across the difference between liking something and totally obsessing about it.
For better or worse, I seem to be over that one. I now read a few logs whenever I feel like it and if people don’t want to visit my page. So be it. I can’t force them. However, if you have been reading my page and do like it, it might be nice of you to make contact. Make me feel like less of a loser and all. Heh Heh.
There are good obsessions, too. For example, my two good obsessions are reading and learning. I can never have enough of either. But I guess the word obsession has bad connotations doesn’t it?
When I tell people of the obsessions I have, and in most cases the sorrow they cause me, (like how I am not worthy) they tell me to stop thinking that way and to appreciate all the great things in my life. The thing is, if I could do that I wouldn’t be obsessing!
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I love beautiful days like these, a perfect fall day. Sunny and warm but not hot and humid. I’m so glad that Jake made me go to Central Park. Just sitting there and reading the New York Times calmed me and made me feel happie to be alive. So much pleasure from such a small thing.
I also spent some of today scanning pictures of my awesome nephews. Are these not the cutest kids you’ve ever seen? Well, I might be partial but they make my heart do cartwheels.
Lately, I’ve been pondering how different my life might have been had I been born in the United States. Besides the small differences, I wonder if the major parts of my life would have been the same. Since no one in my family or surroundings was an avid reader, would I have been a book lover even if I were American? Would I still have learned as many languages? Would I have still chosen to major in computers? Or would I have wanted to be an artist or a writer? Being a writer was not a realistic possibility for me in Turkey. It’s not that we don’t have writers, it’s just that, in my limited surroundings, that would not have been an option. I have a feeling I would have been much more involved in environmental causes and community service. I might have been a vegetarian. It comes down to how much your genes affect you versus your environment. I wonder what about me would have been exactly the same (besides the physical appearance, of course). I will never have the answers but I still can’t help wondering.
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Awesome
This is really really awesome.
1. dial 1-800-888-3999 (it’s free)
2. listen to the options
3. when you hear number 7 press number 7
This so made my day!!! Thanks go to Jessica!
Thoughts
My first day back home and it’s pouring. What a bummer.
I watch a lot of TV and I mean a lot. For me to get my work done, the television set has to be on or I can’t function. I generally watch what most people call crappy shows since I multitask while the set is on. Last week I’ve started watching Gilmore Girls and I must say it’s awesome. The dialogue is great, the characters act well and it doesn’t hurt that they are gorgeous. It’s funny. It’s witty. Watch it. You know you want to.
I woke up at 7am today, which isn’t so bad for jetlag. Hopefully, this means I can stay up past 7pm tonight. I managed to write my scene for the novel writing class and get my shit together in enough time. It’s amazing how I get all the necessary stuff done when I have a minimum amount of time left to do them. On the other hand, when I have a week to do something, I never get it done.
Last week, when we had the terrible bombings and killings in the Middle East, the thing that terrified me most was that CNN had a logo for the whole thing within seconds. I find that offensive.
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Well I am back in the land of bagels and cream cheese. My plants are dead but the birdie is joyful and it’s great to see Jake and my apartment. I have a huge headache and my eyes are tired. I still have to write my scene for the novel writing class tomorrow. I am wondering whether I can squueze it after my Japanese class or should I just ask the teacher to hand in both week’s worth. Oh well, we’ll see what comes out tomorrow.
Just a week ago I was all excited to go back to Turkey and today I couldn’t wait to get back to New York. I met three jazz musicians on the plane who play locally, so now I’ll get to see them perform. One of the advantages of living in New York. I always thought New York would be a bad place to raise children. I planned to move to Boston whenever it was time to start a family, but these kids on the plane seemed to hate Boston so much that they made me reconsider. I don’t want my kids raised anywhere with close minded people, which seems to leave only New York or San Francisco as possible alternatives. I just always thought it would be cruel to bring up a kid in an apartment building when I could offer him or her grass to run on. I guess we all wants things for our children that we couldn’t have ourselves. But maybe that’s not the answer.
Very very jetlagged. Going to sleep. Hopefully I’ll be coherent soon.
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So I want to the doctor yesterday for a control and ended up having surgery on my eyes. The Lasik surgery. I’ve had pretty bad eyesight since I was in third grade so the idea of opening my eyes in the morning and actually being able to see is amazing beyond belief. The operation was pretty painless tho weird since my eyes were open the entire time. Watching them do the thing is not that much fun but it lasts all of 4 minutes per eye. Afterwards I felt some burning and stinging and today I see kinda blurry but I am all good. No more pain, just bothered by light.
Anyhow gotta go now since I’m not even supposed to use the computer much. More short pdates this week and longer ones later.
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Goody Links
As an animal lover, I urge you to visit paws for a cause.
Thoughts
Only ONE day before I fly home; two till I get there. It’s so weird. I only start missing home when I know I’m about to go there. I mean, I miss my family and my friends all the time, but right before I am about to fly home, everything increases by several orders of magnitude. Suddenly, I can’t get home soon enough. I want to be there now. I start calling my friends and telling them that I’m coming and the excitement in their voices makes me ache to be there immediately. Since my sister had her amazing twins, I have started going home about ever four months and it’s never enough. I can and do spend every waking moment of my vacation with them. Oh, I’m homesick all over again. Only 48 hours to my plane.
I read this article in Real Simple magazine about a couple who moved from Los Angeles to a farm in Oregon where they grow lavender. He’s an actor and she’s a documentary writer and they talk about how much their life has changed for the better since the move. They talk about the hikes, walks, and rafting. They talk about how they made friends immediately. I often tell myself that I want to leave New York and my friends make fun of me. Someone who can never do fewer than six things at a time could never live anywhere else probably. Still, the idea of living in between lavender or walking by a lake with my dog by my side spawns dreamy images. I hope I can muster the courage to try such a drastic life change. Maybe we can have a trial run in Martha’s Vineyard. Then again, I hear it gets freezing there over the winter…Sigh!
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