On My Way

On My Way
To Turkey, To Turkey, to buy a fat pig

Saturday, July 17, 2010

G.I. Joe: the Architect

So, time in Turkey is different. It doesn’t exist. Life is just life, and you live it. We eat dinner when we’re hungry, not because it’s time to eat dinner. (Which means we’ll often eat after 9:00 or 9:30). Because of this beautiful take on living, Turks often stay up very, very late. Consequently, they sleep in very, very late. This brings me to my next favorite little tidbit about Turkey—their blinds. Turks are serious about their sleep and no dainty, thin, IKEA blinds that feebly attempt to keep out the sun in the morning will do. The sun here is hot and unforgiving and there’s LOTS of it. That is why many moons ago the Turkish government contacted G.I. Joe to find the kryptonite for their morning-time nemesis. The result? Blinds made from army tank armor. Seriously. They have electricity-run blinds that lower down over every window like a garage door. Try getting through that, Mr. sun. The effect is marvelous—a cruise ship cabin darkness as late as you want it. Although, now that I think about it, I guess I don’t mind getting woken up by the sun tip-toeing past my old, feeble guardian-blinds every morning—there’s something terribly romantic about it. I guess I appreciate both options—the Gary Cooper old-timer and the Robert Downey, Jr., Stark Industries new-age thing. Do you think I could make it as a venture capitalist by investing in tank armor blinds in the U.S.?

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