I announced to my course-mates and my Russian host family that I wanted to cook them a Thanksgiving dinner, and was both surprised and gratified by the enthusiastic response. Everyone had an idea of what to expect, but no one was sure about the particulars, myself included. Cooking in foreign countries is difficult, because the … Continue reading I got walnut brownie brains, and molasses in my veins: part II
Eric Hobsbawm died a few weeks back. I noticed at the time, because he, along with Terence Ranger, edited a history book called The Invention of Tradition, the significance of which I judge to be fairly high given the number of times it has been on the “recommended reading” lists for my history courses. I … Continue reading I got walnut brownie brains, and molasses in my veins: part I
Water in Russia is weird, a fact of which I am reminded every time I touch my hair. The first few times I showered, I thought I hadn’t rinsed out all the shampoo. After a few more attempts, when my newly-washed hair dried to appear even more oily and dirty than before, I came to … Continue reading dirty water gonna cover me over
When I was trying to decide where to go for my year abroad, everyone told me that the people in Perm were exceptionally friendly. Upon my arrival, I doubted this, not because of a failing on the part of anyone I had spoken with, but because everyone on the street looked so depressed. I have … Continue reading We didn’t ask what it seems like, we asked what it is.
History is weird, you guys, but Russian history is the weirdest, and that’s what makes it cool.I am thinking of going to visit Kazan in a week or so with some friends, and preparatory to this (partly due to my own indecision with regard to going), I did what we all do, and checked the … Continue reading More Grist for the Malady Mill
Russia is weird. I remember that when I first came to Germany, I was startled to find that is was not as foreign as I had imagined it would be. This was the condescension of one who had not yet traveled beyond her own country. It is justified here. My coursemates tell me I will … Continue reading “Coming home after school, flying my bike past the gates of the factory…”
I don't think too hard about how I spend my time. When I pause to reflect, I have a vague sense that I have been fairly busy, but not terribly productive. A few weeks ago, after playing a game of Hearts with my family, it occurred to me that I could probably find a computer … Continue reading you pour your life down the rifle spiral
What I love about “The Lord of the Rings” is how long it takes to end. Not because I never want it to end, but because if it ended right away with the ring being thrown into Mount Doom, and Aragorn being crowned king, the story wouldn’t have finished. And it wouldn’t have been finished … Continue reading The road goes ever, ever on.
People do not always believe me when I say I am absent-minded. It isn’t that I’m a hopeless case, so maybe people think that my occasional lapses fail to extend far enough beyond the realms of what is ordinary and expected to be considered unusual. Maybe it is because, when I give an example of … Continue reading I just don’t know what to do with myself.
I have a memory from very long ago, when I was maybe three or four. I was playing in the basement, when I began to hear the most beautiful music. I could hear it very clearly. It filled the air around me, but it was quiet. I remember now the same way I first experienced … Continue reading Song For the Asking