We’ve all done it: sniffing the contents of our refrigerator in search of funky smells or mold. Is it still good? Is it okay to eat? The language used to label foods can be confusing and misleading…
- Peanut Butter
- Whipped Cream
- Deli Meat
- Olive Oil
Nope, not an update on our lives or anything, but some NEED TO KNOW information. Click the link for details on how long past expiration/sell by dates to use these things.
I’m always having a struggle with the milk and yogurt in my fridge.
So, one of the major bummers about living abroad is that you don’t get to spend holidays with your family, unless you’ve been saving up money and vacation time.
Cause that’s the crap part about having an adult-person job. No summer. Since I was a teacher last year, this is the first one I’ve spent since 1994 without a summer break. I don’t know why adults have no pity for the recently graduated, when they totally went through the same thing. For 16 years I’ve been able to take a nice two-month break from “normal life.” That doesn’t mean I spent my summers doing nothing — it just meant I spent my summers doing something different. But now I see an endless stretch of “job.”
Luckily, I like mine.
Since I couldn’t visit the fam, I took as much advantage of my “Summer Break” as possible and spent a very happy Eid holiday camping on the beach, exploring Çanakkale with a friend, swimming and walking and ferrying and eating sausage by a fire and all that great stuff of summer.
Here’s something you may not have known: Troy, as in the Trojan War’s Troy (or Brad Pitt’s, depending on who you are), is in Çanakkale, Turkey, not Greece.
Bayraminiz Kutlu Olsun to you, Turkey. And a Happy Eid to the rest of ya!
How strong and foolish is man. He loses his health in gaining wealth, then to gain health he wastes his wealth. He ruins the present while worrying about the future, but weeps in the future by recalling his past…
Ali ibn-Abu Talib
My mom posted this on her Facebook page today. I wonder if she looks at the lectures she and my dad have been giving me about my future and finds this at all ironic.
Parents do the darndest things!
Sunsets are always gorgeous, always a private, personal moment. Whether you’re soaking in the last of the peach and primrose rays sitting on the sands of Folly Beach or standing on the rooftop of a NYC skyscraper, surrounded by twinkle lights and wine-wielding partygoers.
This one found me on a ferry boat, crossing from Europe to Asia on Istanbul’s Bosporus Strait. That’s the Golden Horn silhouetted against the sky. I finally understand why they call it that.
Sunsets are always special. Whether you’re watching one on the first night of your honeymoon with the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with or driving home from an unforgettable road trip with your best friends from college.
This one was at the very start of Ramadan. My first in Turkey. I was on my way to a special iftar (fast-breaking dinner) with my closest friends when I stepped onto the back deck of the boat to find this breathtaking sight waiting for me.
Sunsets are always magical. Whether they fill you, just for a moment, with that incredible sense of serenity, that all is right with your life, or remind you that there is real beauty in the world and that you’ve definitely seen a part of it, so stop worrying that you’re missing out.
This one…well, it’s only a picture but I think you can see the magic of this one.
Ramadan Mubarak y’all.
(photo taken by my new friend Elena, Istanbul, Turkey, ferry to Kadikoy)
you know you are in grad school when you are falling asleep in a lecture and to stay awake you start reading a software manual.
—Monica, fellow pgl’er and friend.
because, who am I if I’m not talking about boys?
postgradlife, undergradlife, life life life. Boys, why do we care so much?
Big crowd in Harbiye close to Taksim
people are real upset here in Turkey about tonight’s police “intervention.”
Also, some guy threatened me on twitter and called me a foreign agent and provocateur. If being a foreign agent involves rebloggings whatshouldwecallme gifs and ordering Little Caesar’s pizza instead of Doner Kebap on a Saturday night, then I guess I’m guilty.