mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (furgles up)
2018-11-07 02:30 pm
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2018-08-27 12:29 pm
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Friends Only?

Lately, as much as I try to post 'public' stuff once in a while, almost everything of any importance has become 'friends only'. For that reason, I kind of don't see a point of even making public entries any more. First of all, 99% of people that read me are my friends already, and that would make no difference to them, and for me going friends-only would eliminate the need to wander what level of privacy to assign to this or that post. Second, if somebody does come in to read and sees only public entries, that gives them somewhat distorted impression of me and my journal - for they wouldn't even know there's a 'double bottom' to it :)

Therefore, I decided to go friends-only, and if there's anyone I haven't added as a friend but who'd like to keep in touch, please comment on this post.

UPD: I did restart with some public entries lately.. Mostly nothing of personal importantce. I plan to post book/movie/show reviews as public, that's about it. Or maybe occasional political rants :) The point is, there will be public posts, but few and far. And not really about me :)
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2013-06-04 05:27 pm

Очень грустный пост, о дне "Защиты детей"...

1 июня,  Международный день защиты детей...  И основное тут слово - ЗАЩИТЫ.
Но это в других странах, в этот день задумываются о проблемах детства, о том как хрупка жизнь ребёнка. А у нас ?  А у нас это праздник, как всегда шумный и зачастую помпезный. Ведь можно устроить много-много мероприятий, под шумок отмыть денежки, и отпраздновать вечерком в ресторане удачный день...
А я задумалась о названии этого дня, стоя у  "Семейной аптеки" г. Северодонецка, Луганской обл. в  шесть вечера,  Тут собрались люди, которым было не до праздничных мероприятий и салютов. Эти люди пришли стоять долгую очередь, длинной в двое суток. И стоять они будут ради своих детей, которых как выясняется защитить кроме них самих и некому. Эти люди пришли за призрачной возможностью получить несколько упаковок, жизненно необходимых лекарств. Как, спросите вы, они будут стоять двое суток ? Да, до утра 3 числа, когда откроется аптека и на смехотворную сумму в 5 000 грн (или 625 $) счастливчики смогут получить, то без чего их дети не могут жить. - лекарства. А остальные- остальные уйдут со слезами на глазах до следующего месяца.

                  Нормативно-правовым актом, которым регулируется выдача бесплатных лекарств  является Закон Украины "Об основах социальной защищенности инвалидов в Украине",       Инвалиды всех групп, получающие пенсию, которая не превышает минимального размера пенсии, или государственную социальную помощь, предназначенную вместо пенсии, дети-инвалиды имеют право на бесплатное приобретение лекарственных средств по рецептам врачей в случае амбулаторного лечения.
Существует закон, есть дети которые очень нуждаются в его выполнении, и как всегда, нет такого малого - денег. Они остались в карманах чиновников и пошли на их роскошные особняки, на  их катера и часы за тысячи долларов. И разве, стоит им задумываться в такой светлый праздник, о той маме двух месячного ребёнка с кистой мозга, которому так необходим противосудорожный препарат. К стати, практически, все стоящие в очереди пришли как и я именно за противосудорожными препаратами.  У нас в стране,как то совсем забыли о таком заболевании как эпилепсия, и о  том что дети не получившие  эти лекарства  могут завтра просто не проснуться, впав в кому и умерев. Просто потому, что не выпьют один день пару таблеток. И родители зная это готовы стоять сутками, потому что  таблетки эти очень-очень дороги... И тут возникает вопрос к нашим бизнесменам от фармакологии - а вы помните о названии праздника 1 июня, о том что детей надо защищать. Почему же ваши препараты, так дороги? Почему упаковка из 20 таблеток себазона стоит всего 8 грн, а  одна ампула уже 10? Вы же просто развели его водой и  запечатали в ампулы... А Ливицитам - с его явно завышенной ценой в 360 грн за  упаковку?  А их надо маленькому Паше аутисту 3 штуки на месяц. И почему в тендере стоит только очень дорогой импортный Топомакс за 306 грн за упаковку,  которых надо моему сыну 4 штуки, и нет более дешевого украинского производства... Да Топомакс  лучше, но если бы его давали бесплатно. И это только два из небольшого количества препаратов название которых звучало в очереди.  И как вы думаете, сколько детей реально могло получить препараты?     В очереди знали, что мои шансы - 8 по очереди очень не велики. А поскольку я могла стоять там только в обнимку с Антошей, мне к его оставить было не на кого, меня отпустили до понедельника. А кто пришел позже и вовсе отговаривали надеяться... Люди были тут бывалые и проведшие уже не одно дежурство вместе.
Ну а в понедельник 3 июня , я подняла Антона в 6 утра и мы пошли  за призрачной надеждой.




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Я очень прошу сделать перепост.  Люди очень мало знают об этой проблеме, и что бы переломить ситуацию, нужна ваша помощь!!!!
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (note 2 self)
2013-05-21 11:10 am

Мысль / Oh, the lies..

Когда-то учили нас родители, что врать нехорошо. Что за вранье всегда приходится расплачиваться. Все чаще замечаю, что так оно и есть, вот только жизнь нелинейна: за вранье одного часто (хоть и не всегда) приходится расплачиваться другому.

One of the moral lessons good parents try to teach is that if you lie - you'll pay. If only life was that predictable! Very often (luckily not always) someone else ends up paying for the lies, not just figuratively speaking.

Хочу написать несколько мыслей о вранье. Не связанных с вышепроцитированной :) Экспертное, так сказать, мнение :) Я существо ленивое, поэтому будет сначала только по-русски, потом, возможно, перевод...

I want to pen down a few thoughts on lying; share my expert opinion, so to say :) But because I'm lazy as heck, this is going to be in Russian only, with English translation to follow some day. Sorry about that; don't think you're missing out on much though... ;)
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (mouse hug)
2013-02-14 10:40 pm

УРА! ЛОТЕРЕЯ!

Редко бегаю за конфетами, но Бианку свою мы с Плюхой уже просто и в хвост и в гриву угоняли, а Карауш - тоже отличник рюкзачки!

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] skatikom at УРА! ЛОТЕРЕЯ!
У всех сегодня день влюблённых, а я уже готовлюсь к 8 марта! У меня уже практически весна :)))

Чем я вас порадую? - конечно же эргономичным слингорюкзаком Karaush!



Разыгрываться будет два приза:
Основной - Слингорюкзак Karaush Blue Lagoon
И второй - маленький сюрприз :)


Итак, что нужно сделать, чтобы принять участие в лотерее?

1. Перепост, это просто, достаточно нажать во на эту прекрасную кнопочку:
2. Написать комментарий к этому посту (имеется в виду основной пост в журнале skatikom): в нем оставить ссылку на свой перепост и ждать присвоения Вам персонального номера
3. Терпеливо дожидаться 5 марта. Именно тогда в 21.00 по Московскому времени с помощью генератора случайных чисел я определю победителя!
4. И самое главное правило! Всем участвовавшим, но не победившим после розыгрыша предоставляется скидка 5% на весь ассортимент нашего магазинчика
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2012-11-06 05:16 am

7 песен, которые потрясли (мой) мир...

Нет, это конечно зверство - ограничиться семью. But I will rise to the challenge :) Любимые песни мною любимы за текст, а поскольку с текстом у современных исполнителей зачастую проблемы - ну или мне не везет :) - большая часть моего списка стара как Оззи Озборн... Но тем не менее, понеслись - в порядке не по степени любимости, а просто как в голову взбрели:

1. Green Day - Working Class Hero

Песня считается политической, но для меня она - просто "о жизни". О грустной жизни "маленького человека", которому (себе) особенно сочувствуешь, выезжая в пять утра на работу :) Поэтому эта песня стоит у меня в качестве будильника на 4:45, рабочий день.

2. Leonard Cohen - The Future

Песня мрачно-завораживающая, рисующая мрачные картины будущего под веселые припевы хора. Радостно о безысходности. Вообще, тексты у Коэна всегда потрясающие и выбрать только одну его песню очень тяжело. Светски поэт он и есть поэт. Поэтому, наверное, песни Высоцкого и Окуджавы до сих пор с списках моих самых любимых. Много, много песен.. Пусть они невидимым хором стоят тут, с Коэном, и подразумеваются :)

3. Наутилус Помпилиус - Человек без Имени

Песня о вызове одного - сильного - всему миру. У Нау много таких песен, "Боксер" например, или "Падший Ангел". Этот мотив вызова, противостояния большинству, пусть даже безнадежного, часто встречается в русском роке и опьяняет сильнее вина. Видимо, за это и люблю нежно русский рок... Да и любой рок в принципе, альтернатива вся выросла из этого мотива противостояния попсе. Фрейда на меня нет: почему именно эта тема так мне близка? Я в жизни человек безумно далекий от вызова обществу и эпатажа...

4. Наутилус Помпилиус - Воздух

"Ну не шмагла я"(с) ограничиться одной песней. Все-таки любимая группа, все тексты наизусть, формативные годы мои... И да, тот же мотив вызова отчасти присутствует.

5. Celentano - Donde Portano (i Passi che Facciamo)

Вы думали, Челентано - это итальянская попса? Попса-то попса, но глубокие тексты у него встречаются часто. Эта песня вообще очень философская. Настолько, что в рассуждения можно вложить свой конкретный смысл, каждый раз новый - мне вообще это очень нравится в песнях.

6. Чиж - Стою на Скале

Ну просто хорошо. И ностальгично, ибо точно описывает мое состояние в позднем подростковом возрасте.

7. Pink - Family Portrait

Песня о реакции ребенка на ссоры родителей. С некоторых пор перестала вызывать у меня слезы: видимо, перешла из разряда личной памяти в разряд суровых напоминаний об ответственности перед детьми.

Ссылок не даю: песни все не новые, бесплатные клипы легко находятся. Кто хочет, принимайте эстафету!

mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (meditation)
2012-07-24 02:08 pm
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Leonard Cohen: various

Still enjoying and discovering... Pearls like this:

(lyrics are in the video)



Democracy )

First we take Manhattan )
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (old mail)
2012-07-12 07:53 am
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Blast from the past... into The Future

Thank you [livejournal.com profile] sylviabarrett - for reminding me about this great artist of my youth! (Yeah, being 30 I can say this now ;-p ). Not that he isn't great any more, I just kind of fallen out of listening to his work. But now, after a reminder from her, I have dug up my dusty old favorites - "Dance Me to the End of Love", and, even more so, "The Future":



And this one - this one I didn't even know was his, enjoying it in Ritchie Blackmore's cover - Leaving Green Sleeves:

"Alas, my love, you did me wrong,
to cast me out discourteously,
for I have loved you so long,
delighting in your very company"...

No wonder, he was born the same year as my grandmother (and on the day of my anniversary), and everybody and their brother covered him... I know Johnny Cash and Guns'n'Roses did. So, I got his two-disk Best Of on Amazon now and can't wait for it to get here!
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2011-08-01 04:52 am

Dreamwidth

I'm not leaving LJ, not at all, but I'm actively backing up on DW (about once every couple of posts), so please take a moment to add me there if you are migrating (or just backing up too). Username is the same as on LJ.

Будьте добры, кто уходит или дублируется на сабже, добавьте меня, а? Отвечу взаимностью, конечно. Ник тот же.
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (hug bible)
2011-06-16 06:16 pm

I wish I wrote that

As the Presidential campaign begins and various economic and political issues cause political debates to become increasingly heated, I feel that we stand divided - separated by the difference of our opinions - more than ever before. I was going to post this translation below as my response (even though not really mine) to this growing chasm. But then I realized that this piece is universally applicable. It is written by a Russian man from Sankt-Petersburg, and in the days when political rhetoric of some in his own home becomes especially violent and blood-thirsty, I would like to post this as a reminder to all of us, Russian- or English-speaking, Conservative or Liberal. It is a thoroughly Christian piece, hence it is under cut. Sorry, but I do not have an all-inclusive version: the author is a Christian. Russian-language original can be read here.

English translation )


(c) [livejournal.com profile] vadim_drapkin
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (everybody lies)
2011-06-01 01:09 am
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[pre-Prompt] Deconstruction

Deconstruction is a philosophic term that is more complex to define than the concept behind it. I love this quote from Wiki, it comes as close to giving an idea as possible while being sort of poetic about it:

"Whenever deconstruction finds a nutshell—a secure axiom or a pithy maxim—the very idea is to crack it open and disturb this tranquility. Indeed, that is a good rule of thumb in deconstruction. That is what deconstruction is all about, its very meaning and mission, if it has any. One might even say that cracking nutshells is what deconstruction is. In a nutshell. ...Have we not run up against a paradox and an aporia [something contradictory]...the paralysis and impossibility of an aporia is just what impels deconstruction, what rouses it out of bed in the morning..." (Caputo 1997, p.32)

If you really want to know what it's all about, read this: 
http://www.fudco.com/chip/deconstr.html
It's lengthy, but brainy and hilarious and you will walk away knowing exactly what deconstruction is... Even if you might have to write an article as long just to explain it to someone else ;) 

Basically, deconstruction is an art of proving that any given text - from Star Wars script to Kafka's writing to your mate's last text message - is meant to say exactly the opposite of what it's actually saying. There are several logical hoops that you have to jump to arrive at this point, but if you're good enough philosopher or literary critic, you'll no doubt get there...

That is, if you're a guy. Because if you're a woman, you're born with innate captivity for this. Consider this old joke:
"A husband playfully addresses his wife as "my bunny". The wife thinks:
- He said "bunny"... This is an animal... He compares me to an animal.. Like a dog.. Are you calling me a bitch?!"
(in another version of this, she arrives at the conclusion that he called her a fat cow)

Now the real funny part about the joke (which is hardly funny in itself) is this: I firmly believe both genders are equally capable of pulling this crap. Only if you're a guy, you get to be a philosopher, heck, you even get to invent this technique as if it's not centuries old and reap the glory. If you're a woman - you're a laughing stake. Gee, I wonder why there aren't as many female philosophers out there?

I don't really mean any of this, of course; the point of this blog post is a challenge: prove this post only pretends to sound feminist while in fact it deconstructs to assert male intellectual superiority :) And whether you're up for it or not, consider this post a warm-up prior to real prompt entry.

P.S. Yes, I finished the last class before my self-indulgent summer break (in fall, I will go back to work and studies). So there will be entries in this journal again.. maybe :)
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (ambush)
2011-04-22 04:36 pm
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It wasn't just a Tax day!

My Russian-language entry just now was basically me saying Happy Birthday to myself and being weird. My birthday was April 15 and I turned 29. End of public announcement; keep calm and carry on :)
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (flowers)
2011-04-22 04:30 pm
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Неделю назад в этот день...

"Поздравляю себя с этой ранней находкой, с тобою,
Поздравляю себя с удивительно горькой судьбою"...
(с) И. Бродский

С опозданием - поздравляю себя. Мне 29. В следующем году в этот день я буду картинно страдать на работе, потому что так положено. Женщине 30, и она кокетливо прощается с юностью (но не с молодостью), и это так печально... Я уже блин дождаться не могу :) Хронологический возраст стремительно приближается к возрасту самоощущения, и это придает некоей гармонии.

Апрель странный месяц, а посреди него 15е - странный день. В апреле умер мой дед, полетел в космос Гагарин, рвануло на ЧАЭС, родился Гитлер, убит Линкольн. В апреле день юмора (или как говорят, дурака) и день освобождения Одессы. На апрель чаще всего приходятся Песах и Пасха. 15го родились Леонардо ДаВинчи и Б. Стругацкий, создался ЮКОС, американцы заплатили налоги, на Ходорковского покушались в колонии, Титаник затонул... День прошел - и слава Богу. В отношении этого же дня сие верно даже в большей степени. Но если у кого-то есть желание меня поздравить, и не хватало для этого спецпоста, то вот :) Хотя многие справились и так, и всем им за это - большое спасибо!
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2011-04-09 03:25 pm
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Not leaving LiveJournal, but...

I love LiveJournal, I really do. It has become so much a part of my life, I cannot ever leave it - not voluntarily at least. It's the source of my inspiration, my creative flow, my social encouragement. It expands, if not substitutes, my social life, my real-life friendships, my support network. But LJ is also a major political scene (mainly Russian, because nowhere else, among the countries I care for, is political opposition self-exiled to blogs). I dig it, yes, I read some communities etc., but these recent DDoS attacks highlighted two major trends for me:

1. In life, you have to try very hard not to take sides on an issue - political or not, - and no matter how hard you try, you still may get lumped in with one side or another based on the things you did not say, did not do, or simply based on your proximity. So if one side is attacked and you have not been strongly and openly against it - prepare to go down with it. Many ordinary users of LJ had been affected by this sudden blow of DDoS even though they had nothing to do with Russian opposition. Heck, some of them downright hate it! But by virtue of sharing the same blog hosting... Well, to cut the long story short: watch carefully who's your neighbor. Association matters. Me, personally? I was honored to feel the pinch together with the people I respect, if that is all not a rumor. But...

2. ...but I really don't want to loose my entire 'internet footprint', i.e. virtually die for the cause. I don't care enough for that cause to do so. And the major exodus from LJ onto here only proves many people feel the same. That is a lesson to LJ: if they want to be a business first, political platform second, they have to stop favoring Russian top-bloggers over the majority of low-impact users who generate 99.9% of income. It is us 'blogger plankton' who splurge on paid accounts, extra icons and all that stuff. And it is us who come there to read those top bloggers and ring up LJ ad income. If a handful of LJs and communities are being attacked, bringing down the whole service - by all means, suspend them! No matter what they stand for and what it's all about! If I was one of those, I'd expect nothing else from my host, acting as a business. The fact that LJ stood by them and took a hit as well, dragging us all down along the way, shows that the service no longer sees itself as a mere business. Which is very noble, but hey - they still charge me for the service like a business would! ;)

So, in closing... I'll stay on LJ for as long as it lives, but I won't trust it to act as a business and make decisions in favor of the majority of its customers any more. Hence this Dreamwidth back-up: no ads. No political affiliations, implicit or explicit. Full LJ compatibility. New level of freedom... This is what we cosmopolites do: we take the best from every source and live the worst behind. That is why many patriots, including those of LJ, hate our guts :)
mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (bellyapple)
2011-04-03 05:16 pm
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[Prompt] Winding Up

When I think of getting wound up, the first thing I imagine is getting agitated, but that is, after all, not the original and direct meaning of the word, is it? Winding up, literally, is something you'd do to a mechanism, like a clock, to make sure it keeps on going for a while...

I don't think this is a good read for someone pregnant or TTC, but the final choice is yours of course )

mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (minions)
2011-04-01 03:09 pm
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Women's History Month propaganda

Disclaimer: this post may appear a bit (or a lot) too preachy - that is because it is, well, political and has, um, an agenda :) But don't take it personal for a moment: I don't consider myself in any kind of a position to preach to any of my friends on here. I respect you and your opinions just the way they are. Rather, consider it an exercise in persuasive writing directed towards some unspecified female population. If it does strike a chord for you though - feel free to comment.

I have to make an apology to those who may have expected a traditional 8th of March congratulatory vignette here and never got one. In fact, this is one gift to myself I've given for several years now: not to congratulate anyone on that day and thus celebrate the true meaning of the holiday: the liberation of women. So how's that related? I'll explain.

You see, I grew up in ex-USSR. And ever since it was, well, not ex yet, but very much alive, ever since I can remember myself, 8th of March was the day of stress. Imagine your typical Mother's Day, and then imagine that you owe the same type of attention you'd give your mom - some flowers and a note, at a minimum - to every respected woman in your life: all your relatives. All your teachers. No doubt, your boss. In some instances, your co-workers. If you're smart, your business partners. Yes, if you're a woman yourself, you'll get some goodies too - but the sheer stress and expense of trying not to forget anyone and stretch your finances in the likeness of a shower cap trying to fit a globe makes them seriously not worth it. Ever since I left that area, I celebrate the feminist, liberating spirit of the holiday by not participating in this circus show, besides an obligatory call to family members.

The tradition that I embrace, instead, is Women's History Month (the whole month of March). The month to remember where we've come, what we've accomplished. As it just ended, I happened to ponder why feminist movement has fallen out of favor these days. Some say we've won all we needed and it's time to make love, figuratively speaking (because literally we've never stopped) and not war. Some say feminists won more than most women bargained for. Some say without any real battles to fight feminists have become a caricature to their fore-mothers. I say it is because women had fun fighting for freedom - until they realized it was mostly freedom to give.

Today, we have the right to serve in the military and give lives for our country (and, as recent polls show, majority is now in favor of allowing women in direct combat). To give our time and effort to something else besides our family if we work outside of home. To give ourselves in love to the partner of our choice. Even the coveted freedom over our own finances implies to be used to give - either to charity, or as part of a transaction. Let's face it, we wanted to be able to spend that money :) Yes, it's old news: freedom almost always means more responsibility. It's like growing up: most kids want all that freedom and they roll their eyes when you talk to them about the burdens of being an adult, but we know better, don't we?

I think that we as women 'grew up' into adulthood as citizens and sometimes, some of us anyway, feel nostalgic for the peaceful and carefree times of our social 'childhood' - traditional times. The atrocities of oppression are forgotten as suppressed memories of child abuse. After all, it all happened to someone else, right?

Wrong. It still happens to someone else - and will continue to, as long as we find ourselves too weary to fight any more. I just hope that 'someone else' won't be our daughters one day. I wouldn't want my baby girl to be abused by her teacher because she has special needs and can't report him (still happens today). I don't want her to have to work harder in college so her male classmates could bully her and copy her work (still happens today, to my mother's students). I don't want her to get less birthday money because her mom doesn't get paid as much as her co-workers, or doesn't get deserved promotions as fast (we all know this sometimes still happens - attempted Wal-Mart class action in point).

So let's not become complacent, but I'm not calling for marches of protest either. God knows there's been enough of those already, everywhere. Let's just exercise our freedom, give our passion or time or money to causes that matter to us: even if they have nothing to do with the feminist cause, by the very act of being responsible adults of the society, conscious citizens, we affirm the position of all women, so when some speak out for our kind, in their countries or abroad, their voices will be heard.

P.S. I wouldn't have written this post if the month of March (by pure coincidence) didn't actually turn into a month of giving for me. As many of you did, I gave to Japan disaster relief; I had given a lot of hours to my volunteer job; I contributed to my regular charities (still pending review, as per my New Year's resolutions) and I attempted to give blood, directly on March 8. Regretfully, the military can no longer use my blood - I have been in Germany for too long :(, but that felt like a very appropriate thing to do on such a day. And that got me thinking about the whole 'free to give' idea...

mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (playful)
2011-03-31 12:36 am
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[Prompt] Introduction

Every time it gets close to a final exam, due date of an important paper, translation overload or all of the above, I get an inkling for writing. And frankly, not the usual play-by-play recount of the day: that I do when I'm anxious, and that I do on Twitter. Now that it's broadcasted here and y'all are privy to the minutiae of my life, I want to do something different for a change.

I'd considered the idea of joining LJ Idol contest since I first learned about it: like, two years ago. But there's a deadline. And the need, although not mandated, to read what everyone else writes. I do enjoyed reading what my friends who participate have to write, but some hundred people, most of whom will produce painfully pitiful, pretentious prose? I may be no good writer, but I'm rather picky reader with little lime on my hands.

So I decided to follow Idol's prompts on my own terms and my own schedule. I might have chosen some other source of topics just as well but the tricky breadth of Idol's headlines captivates me... So here we go. Topic Zero was the intro (if you're wondering, they get more interesting starting with the next :)).

I thought about skipping this one for the sake of sparing your time. Most of you know me well enough. You know I have a soft spot for memes, as well, and those are mostly of 'all-the-stuff-about-me-you-never-wanted-to-know' kind. But for Idol, if I was to lay the ground for the future stories, I would have written my intro a bit differently, so here it goes.

There are three kinds of people that earn their living by lying: the spies (and I liberally lump in undercover agents, desk-bound analysts and all sort of folks serving Uncle Sam by nobly pretending to be someone else in this category), the writers and PR professionals (advertisers and politicians belong here too). I am neither of those, although I did at one time make living by lying. Let's say, for your peace of mind, I was a writer? ..Oh, yes, I was a writer. I was a poet, even, translating poetry from Russian into English in verse on occasion :) There's a whole host of other things I was, some briefly, some for a longer term, and just so you don't think I suffer from split personality syndrome as you read on, let me just confirm that I, indeed, was/am/have been:
- class outcast
- teacher's pet
- highschool valedictorian
- college drop-out
- straight-A student
- aspiring writer
- art student
- computer geek
- office manager
- business owner
- volunteer
- translator
- accountant
- unemployed
- in long-distance relationship
- in long-term relationship
- married
- parent
- activist
- opportunist
- conservative-turning-liberal
- yogini
- Christian Orthodox
- Evangelical
- patriot (of various countries)
- cosmopolite
- feminist
..I could have continued the list, but I think by the this point you're all convinced that I'm either a nut or a lier. The first is arguable, the second is possible, but in this LJ, even in some 'creative' entries, I have managed to say nothing but the truth so far, and I hope to keep it this way. But I am, you know, trying to be a writer now ;) - do keep that in mind.



























We'll meet again, soon, as I continue to follow the prompts, and I'm sure you'll see some pages from the past and present and meet some, if not all, these people that once-were or could-have-been. I myself am looking forward, although with great anxiety, to see them again. I like the person I am now: just about 30, just about graduated with a psych degree, caring mom and faithful wife, hardworking, passionate about some causes, but sometimes a song I used to like or an author I used to read remind me of how much has changed about me... and how little I have changed.

P.S. The userpic is a picture of me. Couple of years old, but rather close still :)

mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (bullshit)
2011-03-11 07:14 am
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Happy belated March 8 :)

March 8 is celebrated (in some countries rather lavishly) as International Women's day. The day to celebrate our accomplishments in the fight for equal rights etc. Well, read the below and you'll wander if we have accomplished anything... I read the entire article discussed here, it does contain the quoted below; moreover, the entire overarching tone is that of mourning - for the community and partially for defendants, but NOT the victim.

Warning: heavy F-bombing by original poster, somewhat warranted.

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] lavenderfrost at ...WTF.


NYTimes, the bastion of quality reporting, reported on the gang-rape of an 11 year-old girl in Texas  that's led to charges against 18 high-school boys so far - all well and good so far, right?  Shit like this NEEDS publicity to raise awareness. 

Only problem is, they repeated - without refutation or critical commentary - the claims that the girl brought the rape on herself because of the way she was dressed.

Choice Quotes (No cut b/c everyone needs to see this - DEAL.):

“It’s just destroyed our community,” said Sheila Harrison, 48, a hospital worker who says she knows several of the defendants. “These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.  As opposed to the victim, who's gonna bounce back lickety-fucking-split, right?

Residents in the neighborhood where the abandoned trailer stands — known as the Quarters — said the victim had been visiting various friends there for months. They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said.  TOTALLY BEGGING FOR IT.

THIS IS RAPE CULTURE, PEOPLE.

Now, what's being said and done in this community is bad enough, but the NY Times should be fucking ashamed of themselves right now.

Here's how to contact NYT: )

mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (study rat)
2010-11-28 05:46 am
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Воскресенье после бессонной ночи

Вставать уже скоро, а я не сплю. Напилась на ночь энергетического напитка, чтоб курсовую дописать, и вот - привет... Слушаю вот это:



Дай Бог )

mousetail: Sleeping mouse with a pink box (ipad)
2010-11-12 10:58 pm
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Високосный Год

Очаровательнейшая группа - Високосный Год. Сто лет не слушала, а тут подвернулся потертый диск... Умные, иногда ироничные тексты, легкая, изящная музыка. Они записали, кажется, всего один альбом, "Который Возвращается" но найти его и послушать - очень рекомендую.

Вот песня Метро, к примеру... )

Цитата:
Это мы придумали Windows,
Это мы объявили дефолт,
Hам играют живые Beatles
И стареющий Эдриан Пол.
Hаши матери в шлемах и латах
Бьются в кровь о железную старость,
Hаши дети ругаются матом,
Hас самих почти не осталось...(с)