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Oh spring, where art thou?
Mar. 30th, 2009 08:50 amThis is the absolutely worst winter we've had since I arrived here in Ankara.
On the plus side, there was a tremendous amount of snow and rain, so we're in no danger of another water shortage.
I'm not really susceptible to winter depression, and it isn't the lack of sun that's beginning to annoy me. It's the thought that I'm being cheated out of my favourite time of year (both in spring and autumn), when it's not yet hot but warm, and I can have all the doors and windows open all day. And keep the bedroom window(s) open during the night, which I want/need even more.
As things are, we'll probably go from 8° maximum temperature to 30° within three days, and everybody's circulation will be breaking down, and there won't be any spring.
I have high hopes for Skopje, therefore. I look at their forecast every day and turn green with envy. They're having a bloody spring!
The kind of weather we're having now, i.e. very cold air but strong sun, is also conducive to people getting sick -- getting all sweaty in the sun and then being cooled down in the shade is a very unhealthy thing.
I finally motivated myself to dye my hair yesterday, and today I'm going to have it cut.
I went to see Slumdog Millionaire on Sunday with Jasmin, Stephan and Tamara (she has to remain in Ankara till the end of the school year; right now she's staying with Jasmin and Stephan, and after the midterm hols her grandmother will be taking care of her).
It was rather heavy on the stomach (worst: Jamal diving into the shit and the gangster blinding children by pouring boiling oil in their eyes). I've never been to India -- and don't particularly want to -- and therefore have no idea if the horrors the film describes are realistic or not. I'm rather afraid, though, that they might be.
What I liked about the film was its structure, which I guess is the same as the structure of the novel the film is based on. I'll have to get that -- has anybody read it, BTW?
The idea of arranging a biography around the game show "Who wants to be a millionaire?", because the candidate (and protagonist of the film) wouldn't be able to answer the questions correctly if they weren't linked to the most traumatic events of his life, is absolutely brilliant.
The experience would've been even more enjoyable, had the stupid Turks not eliminated the English subtitles. Hindi with Turkish subtitles is definitely not my thing (but certainly the most exotic combination I've ever had).
On the plus side, there was a tremendous amount of snow and rain, so we're in no danger of another water shortage.
I'm not really susceptible to winter depression, and it isn't the lack of sun that's beginning to annoy me. It's the thought that I'm being cheated out of my favourite time of year (both in spring and autumn), when it's not yet hot but warm, and I can have all the doors and windows open all day. And keep the bedroom window(s) open during the night, which I want/need even more.
As things are, we'll probably go from 8° maximum temperature to 30° within three days, and everybody's circulation will be breaking down, and there won't be any spring.
I have high hopes for Skopje, therefore. I look at their forecast every day and turn green with envy. They're having a bloody spring!
The kind of weather we're having now, i.e. very cold air but strong sun, is also conducive to people getting sick -- getting all sweaty in the sun and then being cooled down in the shade is a very unhealthy thing.
I finally motivated myself to dye my hair yesterday, and today I'm going to have it cut.
I went to see Slumdog Millionaire on Sunday with Jasmin, Stephan and Tamara (she has to remain in Ankara till the end of the school year; right now she's staying with Jasmin and Stephan, and after the midterm hols her grandmother will be taking care of her).
It was rather heavy on the stomach (worst: Jamal diving into the shit and the gangster blinding children by pouring boiling oil in their eyes). I've never been to India -- and don't particularly want to -- and therefore have no idea if the horrors the film describes are realistic or not. I'm rather afraid, though, that they might be.
What I liked about the film was its structure, which I guess is the same as the structure of the novel the film is based on. I'll have to get that -- has anybody read it, BTW?
The idea of arranging a biography around the game show "Who wants to be a millionaire?", because the candidate (and protagonist of the film) wouldn't be able to answer the questions correctly if they weren't linked to the most traumatic events of his life, is absolutely brilliant.
The experience would've been even more enjoyable, had the stupid Turks not eliminated the English subtitles. Hindi with Turkish subtitles is definitely not my thing (but certainly the most exotic combination I've ever had).
