September 30, 2007

Dialog Russkih v Amerike :-)

Вечер. В ливинг руме--Он и Она. Он сидит на кауче перед TV, ленивоперелистывает кэйбл-ченелс. В свободной руке держит пакет спотэйто-чипсами. Слышится мерное похрустывание. Сбоку от ТV, влав-софе сидит Она. Долго глядит на одну и ту же страницу раскрытогона коленях "Космополитена", но не читает, а как бы задумалась о чем-тосвоем

ОН: Тань, а Тань, ты шо там делаешь?

ОНА (после некоторой паузы): Та нишо. Магазин читаю.

ОН: Тань, иди сюда. Кино с Джулией Робертс посмотрим.

ОНА (вздыхает, но ничего не говорит).

ОН (продолжая есть чипсы): Тань, ты шо, анхэппи?

ОНА (громко и с внезапным волнением): А шо мне быть хэппи-то?Никакого у меня в жизни нет ни фана, ни эксайтмента! Целый день сижу вкондо, клиню китчен, как дура. Шопинг
делаю. Ну динер, там,приготовлю. В джим схожу поэксерсайзиться, фэйшиал с бьюти-салонсделаю. А вечером ты прийдешь--и сразу к ТВ. Ни тебе в аут пойти, нитебе парти сделать.

ОН (перестает есть чипсы, с трудом сдерживает нарастающееволнение): Айм сори! А у меня шо? С утра еду в офис, целый час втрафике торчу. Работаю овэр тайм. Софтвер пишу новый--у меня дэдлайнчерез месяц. Хоть дома я могу релакс спокойно?

ОНА (как бы постепенно успокаиваясь): Можешь, Жорик, можешь. Но увсех бывает моумент, когда надо подумать и сделать свой чойс.

ОН (с осторожным подозрением в голосе): Так в чем твой пойнт? Не пойму.

ОНА: А в том, шо любовь--это, извиняюсь, комитмент и шэринг. В том,шо не кэраешь ты обо мне, Жора!

ОН (обрасывает ремоут-контрол и чипсы и подбегает к Ней): Танечка,да как ты можешь? Я же кэраю, кэраю. Я просто так бизи с этим трэвл-эйджент хороший дил предлагал.

ОНА (расстрогавшись, смахивает слезу): Хочу, Жорик, хочу. А в уикэнд пойдем в аут?

ОН: Пойдем. В сандэй у Миши барбекью будет.

ОНА (счастливо смеется И Они вместе садятся смотреть Джулию Робертс)

September 28, 2007

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned. -Tyler (Fight Club)
THIS IS JUST NUTS. GRRR. 4 DAYS STRAIGHT.

If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep. -Dale Carnegie

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows. -Gaston Bachelard

Dawn: When men of reason go to bed. -Ambrose Bierce

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. -Charles Caleb Colton

Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it's time to get up. -Author Unknown

When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake. -From the movie Fight Club

The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more. -Wilson Mizener

September 27, 2007

Как тяжело ходить среди людей...

Александр Блок 10 мая 1910

Там человек сгорел.
Фет

Как тяжело ходить среди людей
И притворяться непогибшим,
И об игре трагической страстей
Повествовать еще не жившим.

И, вглядываясь в свой ночной кошмар,
Строй находить в нестройном вихре чувства,
Чтобы по бледным заревам искусства
Узнали жизни гибельный пожар!

И СКУЧНО И ГРУСТНО . . .

Михаил Лермонтов 1840

И скучно и грустно, и некому руку подать
В минуту душевной невзгоды...
Желанья!.. что пользы напрасно и вечно желать?..
А годы проходят - все лучшие годы!

Любить... но кого же?.. на время - не стоит труда,
А вечно любить невозможно.
В себя ли заглянешь? - там прошлого нет и следа:
И радость, и муки, и всё там ничтожно...

Что страсти? - ведь рано иль поздно их сладкий недуг
Исчезнет при слове рассудка;
И жизнь, как посмотришь с холодным вниманьем вокруг -
Такая пустая и глупая шутка...

Insomnia. . .

It's the third day in a row that I'm waking up at 5 am and the only "productive" thing I do is check my email. . .no wonder I'm walking around like a zombie.

. . . And I keep steeling quotes from my cousins' facebooks, but it's okay (they read a lot) :-)

"Today is gonna be a, uh, a less bad day. I can feel it. Sometimes I wake up and I just know that everything is going to be... less bad."
- Ally McBeal

"A man always has two reasons for doing anything--a good reason and the real reason."
-J.P. Morgan

September 26, 2007

This just about sums it all up . . .



a favorite of Joni Mitchell

From a conversation with a friend. . .

All names have been randomly changed for the privacy of the individuals.

Chat: Kate is evidently miserable with Mike or she like hates him or something
Chat: Dina is miserable in general, I mean that is apparently her best character trait
Chat: I am unaccomplished and since I have the potential to be, but can't get there I am miserable
Chat: You have all this stuff going on that to think of, makes people miserable, so you are like double miserable
Chat: Mark is MISERABLE
Chat: Simon, is still miserable, but will be happy
Chat: Jane wants to get married but John isnt the person she wants to marry but the marriage idea is so overpowering that she will in turn, be misreable as well
Chat: Caroline is miserable because she feels like she is always miserable
Chat: Do you not see a theme???

Why can't we all be happy? Not co-dependedly happy, but happy on our own and in turn making each other happy?

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World

I just can't seem to get that song out of my head all morning, an oldie, but classic, so I decided to share . . .

September 24, 2007

"Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again." -Rosa Parks

Когда ты говоришь - не верь себе!
Свой голос ты услышишь лишь в молчанье.
Зачем мы говорим в земной судьбе?
Единственно для чуда Пониманья...

С точки зрения свиней, ничто так не портит воздух в свинарнике как ветер перемен.

Спокойствие приходит и уходит, - а страх остается...

Любовь - это как полет, но без гарантии удачного приземления.

Чем решительнее сомнение, тем сомнительнее решение.

September 22, 2007

Happy Birthday to Me!

Birthday
an annual 24-hour chink in one’s cynicism, during which a few quick jabs of disappointment can inflict wounds that fester for a lifetime.


From the Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Pierce


BIRTH, n. The first and direst of all disasters. As to the nature of it there appears to be no uniformity. Castor and Pollux were born from the egg. Pallas came out of a skull. Galatea was once a block of stone. Peresilis, who wrote in the tenth century, avers that he grew up out of the ground where a priest had spilled holy water. It is known that Arimaxus was derived from a hole in the earth, made by a stroke of lightning. Leucomedon was the son of a cavern in Mount Aetna, and I have myself seen a man come out of a wine cellar.


YEAR, n. A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.


YESTERDAY, n. The infancy of youth, the youth of manhood, the entire past of age. But yesterday I should have thought me blest To stand high-pinnacled upon the peak Of middle life and look adown the bleak And unfamiliar foreslope to the West, Where solemn shadows all the land invest And stilly voices, half-remembered, speak Unfinished prophecy, and witch-fires freak The haunted twilight of the Dark of Rest. Yea, yesterday my soul was all aflame To stay the shadow on the dial's face At manhood's noonmark! Now, in God His name I chide aloud the little interspace Disparting me from Certitude, and fain Would know the dream and vision ne'er again.B aruch Arnegriff

September 21, 2007

Easy Fast

I want to ask anyone and everyone that I have in any way, shape or form offended or hurt in the last year for forgiveness. We all make mistakes and life goes on. While certain things aren't forgotten, I hope that we can all learn to forgive and ask for forgiveness. Have an easy fast and everyone is welome for drinks at anyway cafe tomorrow night after they break the fast.

Again, I'm sorry.

From my cousin's facebook wall. . .

It confused the hell out of me at first, but I think I'm beginning to understand...

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

September 20, 2007

Jaded 2007

This year, the year of the “fire pig” has been hell for many of us. So many things have changed – friendships destroyed, relationships fallen apart, health deteriorated, people losing jobs and the list goes on. Is it really the year? This year? Or is it every year? Is it every year that’s bad and we keep on looking for the light at the end of the tunnel and all we get is the headlights of another oncoming train?

We are all a bit jaded; sometimes looking at life through pink glasses, sometimes through dark ones and sometimes through dirty ones, making everything just a bit fuzzier. We scream and we pick the wrong choice of words. We cry and often there’s not a shoulder near. In the end, it somehow falls into place and we move on, life goes on and we start anew – looking to the next year, hoping that it will be better, but problems don’t go away if they are not resolved and new ones always seem to creep up when you least expect them and when you have no clue as to how to even begin to deal with them. We grow up and troubles seem to multiply and this world isn’t this beautiful place that it was even a year ago. . .

Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor. ~Homer, Iliad

Lily, My condolences are with you and your family. There's never a "right time" and it's never easy and fortunately, or unfortunately, I'm not sure, but life goes on. You always have a shoulder to cry on. I'm sorry.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. ~Mark Twain

There is always death and taxes; however, death doesn't get worse every year. ~Author Unknown

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. ~Mark Twain

Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live. ~Henry Van Dyke

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me.

The Carriage held but just ourselves

And Immortality

~Emily Dickinson

There's nothing certain in a man's life except this: That he must lose it. ~Aeschylus, Agamemnon

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ~Norman Cousins

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own. ~Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath. ~John Donne

Years, following years, steal something every day;At last they steal us from ourselves away. ~Horace

In any man who dies there dies with himhis first snow and kiss and fight....Not people die but worlds die in them. ~Yevgeny Yevtushenko, "People"

The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Madame de Stael

September 19, 2007

CooL ArT

I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

by Emily Dickinson

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

(And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down--
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing--then--)

I put the last stanza in paranthesis as it is omitted in a lot of versions of this poem.

September 13, 2007

The Dark Side . . .

So I've gone over to the dark side! I joined Facebook and in less than 24 hours I have 16 friends (not counting people that have sent requests for me, but haven't logged in yet). I guess I found my new vice, but it's pretty cool. Facebook or not, my blog is still my primary source of self-well, not always self, but expression. :-)

Please leave comments, I haven't gotten any (comments) in a very long time. :-)

September 12, 2007

September 10, 2007

What a difference a year makes!


Happy Anniversary, Danik!

As you said, a tough year, but a year nonetheless. :-)















...I was such a beautiful bride, if I do say so myself :-)
net, ot skromnosti, ne umru, for sure.

The score from one of my favorite movies, "The Way We Were," springs to mind:

"Can it be that it was all so simple then/or has time rewritten every line?/ If we could, would we do it all again?/ Would we? Could we?"

Thank you to everyone that called/emailed us to wish their warm congratulations.

September 9, 2007

World's Funniest Commercials

Watching World's Funniest Commercials the other night was pretty funny. I thought that this one was especially good. Enjoy.

September 6, 2007

"Family Fun"

Our Teams:














Podnyatie Flaga ;-)

drinking "Coffee Glice"

Mommy Dearest :-)
dve sestritsi pod oknom




Winner's Circle




Obzhora

Devushki v Golubom ;-)
Praise the king


Myaso

Peace in the Middle East
Alla's Lunch











Smeh esche bivaet ot schikotki

Beware of Dogs and Katz


Nash Koster . . . I don't know the rest of the lyrics

Koster by daylight


















September 5, 2007

No More White

Well, Labor Day came and went and the summer is over. We can't wear white, the heat is pretty much over and the summer just flew by. I spent my Labor Day weekend in the Poconos with my family (pics to come) as my nephew referred to it, "Family Fun" getaway. It was fun - relaxing. It's always good to get away, even for a few days especially the kind of hours I've been working lately. I wish I could work smarter, not harder, but my management does not seem to agree.

Here's a few for the road:

Как найти своё место в жизни? Места знать надо!

Нельзя попасть в Рай одной религии, не попав в Ад всех других.

Гибрид акулы с золотой рыбкой: исполняет три последних желания...

Из всех писков моды белые тапки - самый последний.

Скажи мне, кто твой друг, и я скажу ему, кто ты!

Как сделать человеку хорошо? Сделать плохо, а потом так же, как было.

Четыре этапа человеческой жизни: ещё нет, уже да, ещё да, уже нет.

Спокойствие приходит и уходит ,- а страх остается...

Быть мужчиной - это преступление, а женщина - это наказание.

Противными людьми называют тех, кто владеет методом доказательства отпротивного.

Чем решительнее сомнение, тем сомнительнее решение.

Любовь - это как полет, но без гарантии удачного приземления.

А стоит ли вкладывать душу в тех, кому достаточно дать денег?

Послать человека на*** - легко. Гораздо труднее проследить, чтоб он именно туда и отправился.

Лучше нечестно, чем нечасто.

Любовь убивает время, а время убивает любовь

Если бы архитекторы строили здания так, как пишут программы программисты, то первый же залетевший дятел разрушил бы цивилизацию.

Пришел на работу, включил компьютер, к Интернету подключиться не смог... Пришлось работать.

В любви как в школе: самое интересное перемена...

Если ежедневно отдавать ужин врагу - можно приобрести друга.

Джентльмен всегда пропустит даму, а донжуан - никогда!

Секретарь - девушка, которой платят, чтобы она научилась печатать, пока она ищет себе мужа.

Вот уже и модемы у всех есть, а счастья все нет...

Можно ли называть изделия колбасными, если от них не колбасит? Irachka, eto dlya tebya :-)

Многие женщины не знают, чего они хотят - но они решительно пытаются это получить.

Диплом позволяет ошибаться значительно увереннее.

Цель денег - обмен, а суть - обман.

Чем больше глупости в голове, тем больше радости в жизни.