"from Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali, now i consider Ferraris and Salvador Dali's..." --Malice (1/2 of The Clipse)

yo, yo, yo...
i've been owing ya'll this blog for a minute...
i'm trying to get my thoughts and my pictures together.
soon come
and here goes: i hope it's worth the wait.

"one morning, there was a group of friends who decided to get out and do something with their lives. sitting around the house all the time was too much of a bore, and exploring a new city became too much of a chore. they tired of cooking in the small-kitchened apartments with no oven and dull knives. instead of sitting in my room and bumping Kid Cudi and Talib Kweli, i decided to join them and see Salvador Dali..."
so basically, since i've been in Istanbul i've wanted to see the Salvador Dali exhibit, which i see signs for all the time. but it wasn't until a couple days ago that anyone else had expressed interest. a group of us got up and 10 in the morning and took the bus up the Bosphorous and went to the exhibit.
the place was coo for a couple reasons: it was only 3 lira to get in with student id and they allow you to take pictures! i felt kinda weird at first and tried to snap shots on the sly, but eventually, i just went around gettin pics of all the work that i liked. the bad thing is, they didn't have any of the Dali works that i know... namely the painting of the melting clock (it's the only pic you ever see when someone mentions Salvador Dali). "the persistence of memory"
they had everything in chronological order, and that man came from HUMBLE beginnings with his artwork. so much so that i started telling people "yo, i think i can be Salvador Dali. his first stuff was wack. like i did that when i was in middle school. and it took three years before he could do that **and i'd point to a decent painting**" everybody responded the same way: "nah, you can't be that crazy" i'm like how crazy can this guy be?... by the time i was halfway through the first floors exhibit, i saw that this dude was crazy!
i could write a lot more about Dali, but i'm tired of writing and bought to eat, so i'll get on to the Bosphorous. after the exhibit we walked along the water looking for a restaurant to eat some fish, which we found. it was fairly reasonably priced, but they always give you just what you order: e.g. i ordered grilled trout or seabass, and they gave me a plate that had the whole fish (no need for filet) and some decorative veggies... no rice, no pasta, so potatoes, no nothing but the fish! it may not sound like much of an issue, but any who knows me, know that i must have a meal. i at least need something to go with whatever i'm eating... it's just weird to me to eat one thing by itself.
after that, most of the group went back to the apt, where i rested, watched some episodes of the wire. (i have seen seasons 4 and 5, but i want to watch them all. so i have seasons one and two on my computer, and trying to get the rest). i can't remember the other things that happened; right now all i can think about is food, so i'll add to this post when i can remember. pics too

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