A Russian Song

This one is going to be about a Russian song. It sounds weird even to myself as I am... well, very cautious, as it were, about our music. Most modern songs I simply loathe due to their being either bland and meaningless, or americanized-commercialized, or performed by gays. I don't give a button about gays, let them rub away each other's asses to their hearts' content - I couldn't care less; it's just that the songs I get appealed to mostly fall into two categories – romantic (or sentimentally-melancholically sappy if one wishes) or obscurely intricate and making think (on this, that and the other :-)), and the perception of neither of the two I want to be darkened by erm, equivocal connotations.

So controversial

I get awfully amused listening to my foreign acquaintances sharing their impressions about Russia, and those are especially bright after the first visit, of course. I do have a chance to discuss this now and then - online, or when on trips, or walking new fellow-teachers (native speakers) around places, whatever. 

When saying "amused", I don't in the slightest degree imply any sort of laughing, or getting satisfaction from their bafflement (and oooh, they are baffled, that's for sure:-)), or any other sort of pleasing the devilish side of me (I do have it, don't you?) at their expense, no, nothing of the kind! What I mean is experiencing the genuine, childish somewhat perhaps, enjoyment getting an opportunity to have a look through another person's eyes at the moments that are too natural and familiar for my Russian self to give them any proper thinking.

Thank you

Thank you.

Thank you for always being there, ready to talk, to discuss, to share, to encourage me - even if indirectly - to express myself naturally, lightly, explicitly; which I gratefully used to the full, sparing no efforts, keeping no words back.

Thank you for creating the perfect background for developing my inborn wordiness, my desire to bare the inside of my head, my heart, my soul, to deliver it to you, for I was sure you were the only one to understand, to appreciate, even to admire it, probably.

Curiosity

I'm awfully vexed now, just one huge fury! So I'm going to be harsh – it's a warning, mind you, and I'm being dead serious now!

Who said it? One of ancient Greek guys, I believe. Something like "Public only needs bread and entertainment". Well, "entertainment" is not correct. "Spectacularity" is closer, but I have strong doubts that such a word exists. Well, now it does.

Anyway, only simple straightforward easily apprehensible things that can be served, consumed and digested here and now leaving no trace either in heart or soul or mind. And that never fails to distress and upset me, at times even drive mad.

A new day

I’ve always held that nights are just a waste of time, you know. No, really, when do the brightest ideas (when I say “brightest”, huh :)) fall down on you? At night. What is the best time to realize one’s sexual potential? The nighttime, for sure (stigmatize me all a dull old-fashioned creature, please do! - yes, I am the one). Is there any other period when food tastes better? No way. So why lose those precious and fleet dark hours just sleeping? Seems to be a sacrilege, doesn’t it? All true, but…

Writing

I remember reading something like “people invented language with the only purpose to satisfy their need to complain”. I appreciate and truly love the sarcasm (the thing I feel almost as partial to as French fries) laying behind these words, and yes, it must have been fucking hard for an ancient guy to clumsily carve indistinct signs with a blunt something on a stone wall for days on end every time he felt upset by the number of holes in the animal skin he had got from a neighbor next cave in exchange for 17 pterodactyl’s bones dug out in the backyard the other day, or sad because of breaking up with his hairy girlfriend - “You're so down-to-earth, and don't give a button about my touching poems on migrating boars“ she said, her nose turned up high, taking her grass toothbrush and leaving for her smelly mom's.

Nai, ginetai!

When coming across an interesting thought or idea, my first instinct is to "try it on", dig out from my memory and experience (I'm a big girl, and have accumulated something so far in my life bag pack, - not much, and only a smallest part of it is worth digging in, truly) examples that could either prove or refute it. 

Seeing this one, the first thing that came to mind was Greece, or, rather, the Greek language, to be more exact. That's a long story, not in that it dates many years back, but in its being an eventful one, generously saturated with emotions and passions of all sorts, primarily the ones of sappy heart nature, grrrrr!)) I don't in the least want to go into detail on all that, oh my, no! – just on the linguistic aspect accompanied it.

Well, let's get it started, endaksi?)