Winnipeg.

arbitrary annexation

A land mass in the shape of a bird as a million little nation-states and an unclaimed mountain range.

I understand the conjugation of the verb.

I saw this sign on St. Laurent the other day, which was rather exciting as I don't get to test my comprehension on signage much around these parts.


The People Want the Regime to Fall. I got the (first) verb but had to look up the rest. It turns out it's a popular slogan from the Arab Spring.

While presumably an expression of solidarity for the happenings overseas I suppose one can think of it as a protest against Harper.

stage IV, XXI

warp eye(s), windows.

Apparently, I'm not the first person to stumble upon Chicago around midday as seen from the reflections of the Art Institute.

Squirrels OCCUPY Parc La Fontaine

Indicators have shown that the squirrels of Montreal's Parc La Fontaine have begun to congregate to form something they are calling "OCCUPY PARC La FONTAINE." While engaging in a collective and democratic discourse, the exact intention of the squirrel movement remains uncertain.

A white cloaked squirrel, commonly referred to as "the White Rat" has become a prominent spokesperson for the movement. (While this might sound like a derogatory heading, keep in mind that squirrels operate within a different social stratification and may aspire towards the lifestyle habits of rats as opposed to classifying them as "vermin.")

He attests that their operative is multifaceted, though they mutually agree on feeling subjugated by the human population. This includes human lack of consideration to the park's natural inhabitants, willful human manipulation of the minority squirrel population, and the complete disregard of squirrel traffic by cyclists on transit routes.

Chicago.

visual scripts.

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[road block]

Istanbul, büyükşehir belediyesi.

On our last days in Istanbul we ambled arbitrarily.


We took the ferry across the Bosphorous and watched the black cranes congregate on the breakwater beyond the bobbing kadıköy balon.


One afternoon I stared into the bustling throttle of an underpass between the Eminonu esplanade and the Yeni Camii, waiting for the emergence of the only recognizable face. In time this became osmosis with the microcosm.


I became recognizable on the streets as "girl with toothpick",


sometimes incarnated as "dragon with toothpick."


I photographed the architecture of colliding eras.


We befriended cats and watched them conduct social etiquette far less amicable with each other than with us.


Andrew got a 1 up.


We ate perfectly collaborated meal combinations and had our last sliver of baklava eyed by a cat.


And then it was skipping stones at dawn, to München before the great hop of the Atlantic.

Amasra, black sea.

We administered a last scramble to the black sea coast before we were due to fly out. We veered though Safronbolu and came out into the crescent of scraggly rocks that is Amasra.


Directly across the sea, though completely indiscernible, lies the jutting landmass of Sevastopol, Ukraine.



More readily apparent was the landfill directly across from the workout park.



Mystery tickets to the wind.

nargileh + chess.

When I first got to Istanbul someone exposed to me to a nargileh cafe behind a graveyard in the University district of Cemberlitas. It felt like a smoking room on a luxury liner from the early part of the century, probably right up to the class segregation.


Waiters would shuffle up and down the aisles stocked with pyramids of tea amidst shelves of Turkish academia. They'd put a glass down on your table when you appeared finished, making 1 lira tallies on your corresponding order sheet accordingly.


Assuming you obliged this gesture regularly, you could were welcomed to spend hours smoking a single pipe of nargileh. And we did, every day, for at least a couple hours.





Perhaps nothing is more conducive to chess.


Aspects of my genial subconscious are forever indebted to the Turk Ocağı.