reptilian realness
OBVIOUSLY contacts, but still this youtube wormhole is so immensely satisfying.
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Went to Middle East Technical University (one of, if not the, best university in Turkey) with Yase (who’s an alumna) and her friends for their Bahar Şenliği (Spring Festival). Universities in Turkey had spring festivals for the last two weeks, where the universities bring in musical acts and food and clubs put on activities, etc. KKÜ’s was a little disappointing, but man, METU is a completely different world.
First of all, it’s really really green. And super liberal politically—in the photos you can see before the concert a group of about 50 people paraded through the stadiums with rainbow flags against homophobia and transphobia (the sign says LET’S TEAR DOWN THE RECTOR’S OFFICE AND REPLACE IT WITH A GAY BAR…and the audience cheered along! And everyone was dancing, etc. On a public university in Turkey! Of course, this creates some problems…there are gates and checkpoints to get onto (all) universities in Turkey, and while at METU I sort of ridiculed it in comparison to the open model of the US, but Reco (Y’s friend) told me it’s because non-students would sometimes come onto campus and randomly attack people.Basically I felt like an idiot, for a) assuming Turkey is all Anadolu koçlar (‘Anatolian rams’, aka macho bros) and that somehow METU is “suprising” and b) making fun of the gates. It’s usually good when I feel like an idiot, because it means I’m learning.
But yeah, still, as Yase and her friends told me, many METU graduates linger on or don’t graduate or do MA programs, etc., because it is so different from the rest of Turkey. As they said, you “feel safe” and “free” at METU, which is not the case for them outside. Oof.
Anyway, it rained for a bit but it didn’t stop people from dancing! We played pool inside during some of it (I won, surprise. Like, actually, surprise.), but in the stadium (which says REVOLUTION (‘DEVRİM’)) people danced and danced and danced (and drank), and just whipped out umbrellas.
Some other questionable highlights: we did shots of absinthe Y’s friends smuggled from Georgia (sugar cube and fire and everything) and for drunk food I ate kokoreç (chopped up offal in bread) again from a van.
LET’S TEAR DOWN THE RECTOR’S OFFICE AND REPLACE IT WITH A GAY BAR
I love how my brain jumps from “you should sleep” to “you haven’t read Steve Albini’s cooking blog in MONTHS” with basically no prompting.
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a store & space for art & non-art by local artists and non-artists dealing summer supplies: knives, bathing suits, rocks and herbs, ceramics and surf and skate stuff. Set in an abandoned shack in a garden in Greenpoint, The Nothing will be hosting artists and non-artists in a series of micro-residencies throughout the summer. Offering small work space, garden access, and event opportunity.
216 India Street,Greenpoint, Brooklyn,Wednesday-Saturday 12-8
the truest of summers, is only brought to you by the truest of franks! wish I could see this in the flesh. brooklyn lovers of the free sun, rejoice!
