In A Well-Ordered Society

The campus security guards who stopped me for running without a shirt were very nice about it. When one of them shouted unfamiliar words from their patrol car, I was at the bottom of a long hill and didn’t feel like stopping. I told him, “Yabancı’yım” – “I’m a foreigner”—hoping that the language barrier would [Read More...]

Here We Go Again, Folks

Don’t tell anyone I’m writing. I’m supposed to be beavering away on a new curriculum for advanced EFL students. Compared to most of the other jobs I’ve held, it’s more useful, less venal, and engages much more of the gray matter. It’s also deathly tedious. Unless I seize the odd chance to use language — [Read More...]

Running in Bursa

It would be nice to report that I begin every morning with a four-mile run, but it wouldn’t be true. Per immemorial custom, I begin it with a cigarette. Then I rifle my pockets for spare lira and stumble downstairs and across the street to the local convenience store for an ekmek, which I consume [Read More...]


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