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Dentists and Doctors and Splinters and Such
At the risk of drawing criticism for “whining about things you could change,” or whatever (still cracks me up), yesterday was quite the medically trying day. It started with minor (and highly unsuccessful) self-surgery yesterday morning. Actually, it started the night before. At some point in the evening, I noticed that there was a very…
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I Actually Like Mine Better
Oh hey, did y’all see Emma Stone at the SAG Awards on Sunday? Cute, right? I know. I love Alexander McQueen. Oh hey, what’s that adorable clutch she’s holding? Well, well, well. What do we have here? Is that a clutch with an ornate built-in knuckle duster ring? Hmmm, it reminds me something I saw…
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Good Thing I’m a Supremely Confident Person
When one starts a blog, one knows that putting oneself out there is a risk. Am I as funny as I think I am? Am I bringing a unique voice to the debate? Will they like me out there on the Internets? Then, about a minute into it, one decides that one does not really…
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Totally Pretentious Food Truck Review: Lasagna Plus Gets a Big Minus
Last week, I registered for a super important off-site event. I told my bosses all about it, printed out the agenda, remembered to take my digital recorder and reporter’s notebook home over the weekend and looked up directions for where I was going. I sent a reminder email to my bosses and closest co-workers on…
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Swingers on Ketamine Make the Worst Party Hosts
Listen, I’m a girl who likes a party. Heck, I’m a girl who likes to find out about a birthday party secretly being planned for her (oh yes, that happened this weekend. As someone who cannot keep a secret, and hates surprises, I’m quite relieved and excited to find out about this surprise birthday party.…
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Awesomeness: Vosge’s Mo’s Dark Bar
I have a new favorite thing in the whole entire world. Sorry, cezi receli. Our affair, while brief, was passionate nonetheless. Alas, today I discovered Mo’s Dark Bar from Vosges Haut Chocolat. (You have to say that while swanning around waving your arms to and fro, by the way). Here’s a little tip: If you…
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Don’t Cry for Me, Istanbul: Shopping Part II
Before we all start crying into our luxurious Turkish carpets because I missed out on the Mother of All Shopping Meccas, please know that while I did not purchase tons of trinkets at the Grand Bazaar, I did come back with an overstuffed suitcase. In addition to buying possibly-illegal-for-export sahlep and ceviz receli, and, the…
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At Least We Didn’t Bring Home a $24,000 Rug: Shopping in Istanbul
I’m not even going to pretend that I am ambivalent about shopping. I’m the furthest thing from it. I shop quite a bit. Some might even say I shop more than my fair share. Other’s might suggest that I shop enough to keep a (very) small economy going. Perhaps something along the lines of self-proclaimed…
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Everybody’s a Comedian When They Get Bit By a Shark
***We interrupt our regular Istanbul vacation recap posts to have yet another panic attack over an upcoming vacation that I’m certain will result in my death, or at the very least, a maiming.*** I knew something was up. While perusing the search terms that had brought people to the Poe Log yesterday, I noticed something…
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Unbuckle Your Pants, This is a Long Post About Turkish Food
I think I must have been Turkish in a previous life. Which I guess would make me an Ottoman. And despite the fact that I don’t believe in reincarnation. But neither do the Turks, who are predominantly Muslim, and not Buddhist. Which is just another fact that reinforces my belief that I must have been…