Yay! I skated for the first time in two weeks today. Despite all the coughing, I feel better than ever.
Yesterday, Justin and I seriously went grocery shopping, which has resulted in eating cheese-stuffed olives on three separate occasions today. Another delicacy: I'm currently chowing on a wedge of brie dribbled with cherry preserves. Like heaven.
Have I mentioned that Selda's self-titled album has been blowing my mind? It was originally recorded in the 70s and combines traditional Turkish folk with psych rock. According to the hoopla surrounding the re-release, Selda is a protest album and the lyrics were, in part, the basis for jailing Selda the singer a few years later. Despite not understanding the words, the emotion and pathos ring clear. There are several moments in the album when it's nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but her shiver-inducing voice. On my favorite track
Yaz Gazeteci Yaz, I feel as if she's prying apart my heart pulp with gentle, strong fingers. You can dl a few other tracks on the
Finders Keepers site, which I totally, totally, totally urge you to do right this second.