we made it!
though we were held up in wyoming for a day, what with the migrating jackalopes taking over the freeways and all... must be global warming. the jackalopes were not previously a migratory species, don't you know. i blame president bush.
as soon as we got here, the furnace promptly broke down, so i stayed in bed under the covers for 2 days and read 4 russian novels, 3 of which were translated by various people sharing the first name of Andrew, and then one written by an Andrei, which is practically the same as Andrew (anyone want to guess what that might be?) And I didn't notice the coincidence until I'd finished.
then, when the furnace was fixed, I made half of my weight's worth of saurkraut, which is sitting in a bucket in the kitchen right now. in the mean time, i've been eating almost exclusively the potatoes that we hauled with us almost 3000 miles.
it's pretty safe to say i now understand Mother Russia a little bit better now, even though sputnik refused to play chess with me.
and tomorrow the nashville symphony is playing shostakovich's first violin concerto, which i may or may not get to go to.
and all this in tennessee. well, at least i've been drinking whisky lately and not vodka, or it'd just be too strange.
so, here's a question: what's a book that might be good to read drunk?
myself, should the occasion arise, i'd reach for moscow to the end of the line
though we were held up in wyoming for a day, what with the migrating jackalopes taking over the freeways and all... must be global warming. the jackalopes were not previously a migratory species, don't you know. i blame president bush.
as soon as we got here, the furnace promptly broke down, so i stayed in bed under the covers for 2 days and read 4 russian novels, 3 of which were translated by various people sharing the first name of Andrew, and then one written by an Andrei, which is practically the same as Andrew (anyone want to guess what that might be?) And I didn't notice the coincidence until I'd finished.
then, when the furnace was fixed, I made half of my weight's worth of saurkraut, which is sitting in a bucket in the kitchen right now. in the mean time, i've been eating almost exclusively the potatoes that we hauled with us almost 3000 miles.
it's pretty safe to say i now understand Mother Russia a little bit better now, even though sputnik refused to play chess with me.
and tomorrow the nashville symphony is playing shostakovich's first violin concerto, which i may or may not get to go to.
and all this in tennessee. well, at least i've been drinking whisky lately and not vodka, or it'd just be too strange.
so, here's a question: what's a book that might be good to read drunk?
myself, should the occasion arise, i'd reach for moscow to the end of the line
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toothpickmoe:
Well, all Russians are fishmongers.
piracy:
congratulations on safe arrival. welcome!