I haven't posted in a while, sorry about that. School started last wednesday and it has been incredibly awful. Not only do I pander to the professors and their silly whims (I need a new room because the boards are in the wrong place) but then also the lazy whims of JB. Ordering new forms is her job, but that doesn't really mean anything. Not when she can dictate down to me. Now she lectured me for a few minutes on calling them, and then she also typed---please note typed a memo to me--reminding me to order them. I did it this morning, it was a 30 seconds call. So now who is using their time more wisely.

On to other subjects, I got a comment on my blog yesterday. Which one, was kind of cool because I really didn't think that anyone read the dribble that I write. The author was Medya, one of the few but excellent Kurdish blogs. Incidently I just noticed that I have been added to the list of blogs in the Kurdistan Bloggers Union....oh my god...that is cool, but I am not sure that I am worthy of that honor. Perhaps I will have to clean up my act on this. His comments I felt needed to be answered.

1. the use of the work "turk" in my blog. It was originally made in reference to the candy turkish delight. When I first started this blog, I intended to use it as something that my friends and family could check to get updates on me while I was away in Turkey over the summers. The internet in Bismil and in Diyarbakir was incredibly unreliable, and I could never trust an email to go out. The name choice was neutral, and if, heaven forbid, we were being watched by the jandarma ---which was the case the majority of the time---I wouldn't draw suspision to myself. And I also chose the name before I realized how close the Kurdish cause would become to my heart. I have lots of stories of Diyarbakir (I was origially there for an archeaological dig).
2. Delal is not my real name, it was given to me by Kurdish friends that I worked with in DC. Sadly I am not a Kurd, but my friend Kani does consider me as a true daughter of Kurdistan. I wish that I could do more sometimes. This friday I am going to go to a conference in San Francisco on Kurdish Human Rights, which I am very excited and nervous about.
3. Medya, bless his heart, was very concerned about the phone line job. Yes, it is America, but it is also an America where 2 college degrees manage to get you a secretary position and forces you to get a sleazy second job to pay for that education. Honestly, I strongly dislike the job. When I come home from work, I don't want to sit and wait by the phone so that horny old men can breathe heavily into the receiver. It is also a job without challenge, which is perhaps the worse crime of all. My friend Marco is working a security job at night and he might be able to get me a job at the same firm, but time will tell on that one. In the meantime I will work the phone line, but I actually need to work it more because 2 and a half hours a week makes nothing for money. My friends DJ and Danelle want me to document the calls and turn it into some sort of documentary about American Sexuality. Which is a possiblity, and possibly the only reason why I would continue that stupid job. Ryan (Stephanie's husband) said that I would become messed up because everyone in the porn industry that he has ever known can't quit because they love the money so much. I can't even get to the point where I am making money. The perfect future for me would be to be poor and happy with the man that I could "return to the village for".

Medya, I know that probably doesn't answer all of the questions that you have, but I hope that it makes a dent. Thanks to the Kurdistan Bloggers Union for including me, it is an honor, it truly is.