No maps for these territories

Now we are in Transylvania. It is unbelievably refreshing after Bucharest — look, there are mountains! And trees! And stuff. We haven’t done much except hang out at the hostel (which is nice enough that I demanded a second night after we got there) and chat with the other people who came up from Bucharest [...]

It was raining when we got to Bucharest, so I insisted that we take a taxi instead of the bus to the hostel. There was some trouble about the meter, but I wasn’t too terribly concerned, and then at the end he charged us some amount of money that was the equivalent of around $8. [...]

istanbul is amazing. it is exotic and crowded with people & things to buy of every descriptıon; propane tank vendors hawk their wares on the backs of wooden carts along with the ice cream men, the broom and t-shirt men, the men selling roasted nuts and simit and roasted corn. The call to prayer sounds [...]

Space Cadet. N. Def: Someone who participates in moving their sofa, and then, a couple hours later, thinks to themselves, “hmm. I’ve been moving all day. I think I’ll go curl up on the couch & read for a bit” and gets all the way into the living room with book & cup of tea [...]

I think I enjoyed the iSchool, at least in pieces, because for approximentally the first time in forever I felt like being smart and being happy were compatible. Now I just need to find a boyfriend who likes to read & write as much as I do, and I’ll be set. Maybe not having one [...]

Earlier today I was driving around a rented Civic full of my crap, courtesy of Flexcar. In between dropping off at Goodwill and taking the second load to storage, I stopped at Ivar’s for some greasiness (which made me ill, sadly). On the way back some fat man in a minivan honked at me angrily [...]

For some on my friends list — , , , , and , for instance — graduation from the iSchool happened this weekend. For us, our personal lives have just radically changed. Some no’s: no homework, no classes in the fall. No student status; no u-pass to use. Some yeses: use of the “L” term [...]