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Home, sweet home
Monday, March 8th, 2004 12:28 amIn this "happiness" course, as in previous ones, I'm getting students to keep a diary of moments when they feel happy. Entries are posted to an email list, so we all read them (those who wish to remain semi-anonymous can do so by posting under a different address, and I insist that names of people in the class be changed if students write about them, and recommend using codes for any potentially embarrassing activities, e.g. "I felt happy today because I saw my girlfriend and we had an interesting game of chess."). Re-posting list material elsewhere is forbidden, but since this is my own entry, I suppose it's OK for me to cross-post ....
Today I went to Migros with my wife, her sister and her mother. The idea was to look at JBL speakers, but of course it couldn't stop there. I spent hours in a place with more people than oxygen molecules, going round shops that might have been slightly interesting if they were somewhere else, having to dodge people who aren't looking where they are going, listening to screaming children etc. And they call this torture "gezmek" [Turkish for "wander around in an enjoyable way"]! I consoled myself by remembering what Epictetus said about going to the baths. It is inevitable that if you go to Migros on a Sunday, you will be thrown in the shallow end of the gene pool.
The good part was when it was over. Driving back, listening to Nil's wonderful new album ("Beni öldürdün, akbaba olmasın") then at last, "home, sweet home." Now I'm happy. I'm home, I've just finished my lesson plan for tomorrow (it's not good, but it'll work, I think) and I have a computer in front of me and a glass of vodka at my side. All is well in my world.
By the way, for all the girls reading this, a piece of advice: do not take your boyfriends shopping. We do not like it. We are not designed by either God or evolution to like shopping.
Today I went to Migros with my wife, her sister and her mother. The idea was to look at JBL speakers, but of course it couldn't stop there. I spent hours in a place with more people than oxygen molecules, going round shops that might have been slightly interesting if they were somewhere else, having to dodge people who aren't looking where they are going, listening to screaming children etc. And they call this torture "gezmek" [Turkish for "wander around in an enjoyable way"]! I consoled myself by remembering what Epictetus said about going to the baths. It is inevitable that if you go to Migros on a Sunday, you will be thrown in the shallow end of the gene pool.
The good part was when it was over. Driving back, listening to Nil's wonderful new album ("Beni öldürdün, akbaba olmasın") then at last, "home, sweet home." Now I'm happy. I'm home, I've just finished my lesson plan for tomorrow (it's not good, but it'll work, I think) and I have a computer in front of me and a glass of vodka at my side. All is well in my world.
By the way, for all the girls reading this, a piece of advice: do not take your boyfriends shopping. We do not like it. We are not designed by either God or evolution to like shopping.
