Saturday, April 30, 2011

The World's Smallest Trailer



How awesome would it be to have one of these?! For your bike or something.

Via Gizmodo.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Midweek Madness!!!



As I've mentioned time and time again, one of the fringe benefits of living with a man in his early 30s, whose metabolism is all out of whack, is that he'll set out to cook steak and sauce béarnaise on a godforsaken Wednesday, when you should really just be having a mid-week salad.

It was the first time I tasted sauce béarnaise (you see my dollop on the plate there above), because when it comes to sauces, I take on after my dad who's not very fond of sauces that involve a lot of dairy and thus have a pale, white-ish color.

But it was good. I have to say though, that if anything rocked my boat, it was the tarragon and the vinegar, and not the aftertaste of the two sticks of butter he added to taste.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

building with blue

This was the first thing I took a photo of in Istanbul, thinking to myself it would be kind of neat to live in a house with a big, blue square on it.

"Where do you live?"
"At the top of the hill in the house with the big, blue square on it". 

 

Istanbul Travelogue: The Place Where Byzantine Emperors Have Been Coronated





Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Istanbul Travelogue: Lunching with Atatürk


Considering the fact that I studied the humanities, I know I ought to know better than digging all things colonial. But I can't help it! I'm a sucker for the western concept of the Orient! Hence I kind of enjoyed this little lunching spot in the Grand Bazaar with a Mediterranean menu and a picture of the handsome father of Turkey looming above us.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Istanbul Travelogue: Mongers



I'll tell you something that's peculiar about the Istanbul market place: The lack of differentiation. I don't think I've ever experienced anything like it. People selling the exact same things at the exact same price have their stalls standing right next to each other.

There was a street filled with tools, a street filled with paint- and pigments, a street filled with fishing and boating gear, and a street filled with lawn tractors. I kid you not!

Istanbul Travelogue: Snacks




Disclaimer: I didn't try the almonds. I wanted to, but never got around to it. (They are almonds, right?)

Istanbul Travelogue: Curiosities



creepiest mannequin I've ever seen

smoke

Apart from teenage girls, I have never in my life experienced a people that smokes as much as the Turkish do. It's nothing less than insane.

Istanbul Travelogue: The Grand Bazaar






I kind of wanted a Kelim, but figured that no matter how much I'd haggle, I'd still wind up paying double its worth. Then I decided to settle for a pair of Kelim shoes, but after asking about the prize in a couple of different places, I realized that no matter how much I'd haggle, I'd still wind up paying double their worth.

Hence, we bought very little in the Grand Bazaar.

In fact, I think all we got were Turkish bath towels to use as scarves. And you know, they were so little, I figured that even if I paid double their worth, they were still pretty cheap.

Istanbul Travelogue: The Blue Mosque



I read on Wikipedia that Pope Benedict the XVI visited the mosque in 2006 and conducted a silent prayer standing next to the Mufti of Istanbul and the Imam of the Blue Mosque. Despite the fact that I despise the Vatican for possessing such riches and not practicing the benevolence they preach - and thus find myself inclined to think badly of most things they do - I have to say I think it's kind of lovely that such an amiable meeting between religious leaders at that level is possible. Or is it all a sham, you think? Either way, diplomacy is good.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

We arrived during tulip season.

How cute is that little lady?! I dig her. I kind of envision her traveling off to all the different corners of the world, sitting in front of the Taj Mahal here, by a melting ice cap here. You know, like one of those garden gnomes:O)

Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople

Greetings from Istanbul where Johan and I have been vacationing since the wee hours of Thursday morning along with a bunch of other tourists. Despite the fact that it's a gorgeous city, with breathtaking vistas, ceramics and Kelims lurking around every corner, there are moments where I'm tempted to conclude that the Turks have succeeded in commodifying Istanbul's cultural heritage to an extent only surpassed in the Kingdom of Disneyland.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

what a drama

Johan and I went to the opera last night and it was quite a dramatic event. I went to the wrong opera you see, and once I found out I was supposed to be somewhere entirely else, I had to jump on my bike and race through town like a mad woman in order to get to the right place on time. Because I'm so fast though, I was still there 15 minutes ahead of time. Didn't even break a sweat. (The latter is a lie. I was sweating heaps!).

We were lucky to be treated to the tickets by my grandparents, who were supposed to come down from Sweden this week. But alas, they were prevented from going, and so we enjoyed La Bohème on their behalf:O)

Monday, April 18, 2011

doing the downward dog - for arm strength and muscle balance!

On Saturday, I went to the name giving party of my friend Anne's baby Alma, who is one seriosuly energetic 9-month old!

At six months, she was doing these weird push-ups on one hand - all while smiling. The other day, she took her first steps. During the party, she did something that looked a lot like the downward dog yoga position, and held it for a good long while too. 

Sunday, April 17, 2011

In terms of cell phones, I guess we're not excatly what you'd call first movers.

When I was in high school, all my peers had cell phones. Except me. By the time I was an undergrad, I had got myself one, except I didn't know how to text. In fact, it wasn't until the year 2005 and during my 24th year of age on this planet that I actually became close with my phone. (You know, in the sense that I carried it with me when I went outside.) But even then I considered my land line my primary phone.

Anyway, Johan and I just inherited dad's old iPhone, and you should have seen us last night as were sitting there touching away on its screen for the first time. I lost interest pretty quickly and went back to my laptop, but Johan seemed kind of hooked with the darn gadget.

In fact, I think he might be ready to upgrade from his sassy Nokia.

My Saturday Schwing!

A couple of months ago, Johan came home with a bunch of grocery bags, all smiling and happy because he'd stumbled upon a really nice supermarket. It's something like five minutes from our house - except in a different direction from where we usually go - and apparently they had had a most impressively wide selection of produce. 

For some bizarre reason it wasn't until yesterday that I went, but sweet lord, am I happy that I finally did! I mean, first of all the place was huge (and hence they had room for just about a gazillion different kinds of cheeses), there were very little people, and to boot, the food was decently prized. I'm telling you, all in all it felt a bit like going to Whole Foods or something. They even had aisles of food dedicated to different corners of the world.  

Aisles, you guys. Not three shelves of some kind of Santa Maria something. 

Anyway, as per the above, we got moules and cooked them marienière. Apart from the one bad mollusk I had that tasted as if the sea had taken a poop in my mouth, it was all very delicious.  

Party on. Excellent.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

would it be fun, in that cooly detached way, to name my polar bear 'Knut'?





I had one of those mornings where everything around your house looks so pretty. It's Friday and the sun is shining out, so that might be why.

It's crazy how much the sun gets all the positive chemicals aflow in my little ol' self.

So, I decided. I'm moving to Jamaica.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

this is not an elegant nude

"Of all terrible naked pregnant poses, man hand bra is my least favorite. The problem is that, when a man puts his hands on his wife's tits, he automatically makes a grabbing motion. See how Nick's fingers are tensed, his thumbs outstretched and gripping? That is the source of the awkwardness. This is not an elegant nude. This is a virile man getting to second base with a lady he recently knocked up."

- Maureen O'Conner on Gawker

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Monday, April 11, 2011

Merry-time. (You know, as in "maritime." Merry/mari? Get it?)


In either event, expect to see a lot of boats on this blog this spring and summer, because when I step out the front door, they're definitely the most picturesque subject matter around.