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
When this whole business first started about going to Scotland for school, I felt an odd mixture of giddy excitement, mixed with a sense that it couldn't possibly work out. I felt very similar about going to Germany. Attending college at the University of Edinburgh was so exactly what I wanted, it didn't seem possible … Continue reading Under Pressure