| A few photos from Russia |
[03 Jul 2008|09:42am] |
Most of us at the airport leaving Russia. Note Anna Aleskandrovna Maslennikova, my professor and mentor, and the coolest person ever.
Rachel and I having a little fun in the Museum of Ethnography.(I was like a kid in a candy store)
"Russia is so big!"
Church of the Split Blood
A possibly very illegal candid photo of two guards at the Kremlin.
Goose stepping guards
One of the three cathedrals in the Kremlin, they're OLDOLDOLD, note the old style domes.
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[01 Jul 2008|10:42pm] |
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tomorrow I leave for czech republic!
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[30 Jun 2008|01:56pm] |
even the good is bad...
i'm afraid the glass is perpetually half empty for me
yes, this is how it will be
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[30 Jun 2008|10:13am] |
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Elena Terleeva - Lyubi menya |
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I'm back!
Once I get my pictures up on a computer I'll organize them and post the best ones here, and talk about my time in Russia.
I'm still really exhausted, but so glad to be back. I miss some things, like blinchiki and going out with my friends, but I'm glad to be back in a country with clean free bathrooms and free water, and hot water in the house, rofl, among other things. Even with all the bad things, the whole experience was amazing and I learned a lot. I got to spend lots of time with Anna Aleksandrovna, my favorite professor and mentor. And my Russian is better!
I'll be in Hagerstown on Wednesday, methinks. I need a few days of doing nothing just to recharge, I'm all sorts of jet-lagged and just tuckered out.
More later.
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| Amy Millan |
[27 Jun 2008|12:39pm] |
Today I'm sinkin' lower than the sun does on a Sunday
And I look around
But you're nowhere and I don't know
If I can pick up, because when I wake up
You're still gone
And all the water in you is putting out the fire in me
And all the miles have no sympathy
Then tomorrow comes, and you're knocking at my door
And I forget it all
I forget that I spend every night thinkin' of your hands
Trying to make myself understand that I,
I will love you anyway
Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway
Yeah, I'll keep on lo-lo-lovin' you anyway
Today, I'm sinking lower than the sun does on a Sunday
And I look around
But you're nowhere, and I don't know
If I can pick up, because when I wake up
You're still gone
It's a today song. For sure.....
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| can only get so much from someone e e e |
[22 Jun 2008|12:12pm] |
Recap?
It's a beautiful Sunday morning. I've just showered and half a bottle of hairspray has been successfully removed from my scalp and all surrounding areas. I just put on two of my favorite pieces of clothing and am now wishing my hair will never dry because wet hair can be comforting, reminding you of being clean, refreshed, new almost. Lilly is asleep beside me probably dreaming of cat like things, mice? I have a good view of outside from where I'm laying on my bed.. the green green trees, and a sunny blue sky with a few hopeless clouds. I distinctly remember moving home from Maine and wanting to get back into my bedroom. To have my bed in proper childhood memories placement, to have my window wide open and just to wake up to whatever I wanted. The first day back involved moving into the house with my Dad because the rest of my family had wished to stay in Maine for a few more days to get in more goodbyes, more this and that. I was itching to get back though. After a tiring day of moving, I made my bed strategically and got ready for anything, for being home, for being content and young. The next morning I woke up to the sound of lawnmowers and that neighborhood breeze; warm and lazily drifting from house to house. It was what I had missed all along, and to this day has been the most important and comforting sound in the world. It's funny, how calm I felt, I didn't want to ever get out of bed, and I probably could have stayed there for a day or two with Dad's undying permission. Nonetheless, I took a moment to relax into the atmosphere again, to relax into childhood and the things I had always known, it was perfect if memory serves. I got up though, and I really can't remember anything else about the next few days or of summer. Nothing was terribly relevant, things we're back to normal. This memory has always stuck as a major turning point in life. It packs a lot of who I am in it, it packs it well enough that I don't think I will begin to understand the reminisce until it's time to unpack, to settle down for a while, brush out the wrinkles. And for once, I'm not dying to know. I need to find a new bench mark of absolute happiness, of my ethereal youth and hope. Even that can wait, my things are packed, and I'm not letting them go anytime soon. It's all me now.
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