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Sasha Volynets
20 January 2009 @ 11:44 am
Когда я вернулась из Европы, меня ждала дома Аська. Иногда я ее заставляю фотографироваться со мной, и вот результат: она растет на глазах!
15 December 2008 @ 12:26 am
05 November 2008 @ 05:25 pm
Я знаю что многие в Израэле горюют по поводу выбора Обамы. Зря!
Вот копия поста с другого блога.
It was a beautiful thing when the campus kept erupting in cheers of elation all throughout last night. Strangers were hugging one another, high fiving each other as they passed on the street. "WE DID IT! WE GOT ONE!" I kept hearing. "OBAMMAAAAAAAA"
An image that sticks out in my head was that of one girl standing up on the third platform of our famous statue with her fist raised. Yeah, this one:
Black Power, girl... black power.
I'm not sure if my political affiliations are clear from my previous posts, but I'll just say it: I'm really happy Obama won. Bush has been in power since I was 14! I grew up under that guy. I haven't been happy about election results in 12 years and I don't even remember what that feels like!
But come on, people. Do you really think he'll change that much? I *know* we'll be a lot better off under Obama than we were under Bush. Bush isn't hard to beat! I just can't help but feel cynical that Obama will fix all our problems.
People see what they want to see in their candidate. Bill Maher said on the Daily Show that he doesn't believe Obama is all that religious, but only says he is to garner votes. Alright, Bill. Mr. Maher can't respect a religious person, so he assumes anyone he respects is not religious. I LOVE that kind of logic *eye roll.* My classmates believe that Obama secretly supports gay marriage, even though he says he doesn't. "He couldn't get elected if he says he supports it!" Yes, that's true. It's become even more painfully apparent what even the most liberal states think of gay marriage after last night (WHAT THE FUCK, CALIFORNIA!! GRRRRRR)... but just because you want him to, doesn't mean Obama actually ascribes to your philosophy! (P.S. All this can be said about McCain supporters too.)
And EVERYONE believes that Obama represents Hope with a capital H (capital H for Hussein? heh, ok sorry). That's great. I'm hopeful too. I would absolutely love to be proven wrong and have my cynicism dissipate.
Вот копия поста с другого блога.
It was a beautiful thing when the campus kept erupting in cheers of elation all throughout last night. Strangers were hugging one another, high fiving each other as they passed on the street. "WE DID IT! WE GOT ONE!" I kept hearing. "OBAMMAAAAAAAA"
An image that sticks out in my head was that of one girl standing up on the third platform of our famous statue with her fist raised. Yeah, this one:
Black Power, girl... black power.
I'm not sure if my political affiliations are clear from my previous posts, but I'll just say it: I'm really happy Obama won. Bush has been in power since I was 14! I grew up under that guy. I haven't been happy about election results in 12 years and I don't even remember what that feels like!
But come on, people. Do you really think he'll change that much? I *know* we'll be a lot better off under Obama than we were under Bush. Bush isn't hard to beat! I just can't help but feel cynical that Obama will fix all our problems.
People see what they want to see in their candidate. Bill Maher said on the Daily Show that he doesn't believe Obama is all that religious, but only says he is to garner votes. Alright, Bill. Mr. Maher can't respect a religious person, so he assumes anyone he respects is not religious. I LOVE that kind of logic *eye roll.* My classmates believe that Obama secretly supports gay marriage, even though he says he doesn't. "He couldn't get elected if he says he supports it!" Yes, that's true. It's become even more painfully apparent what even the most liberal states think of gay marriage after last night (WHAT THE FUCK, CALIFORNIA!! GRRRRRR)... but just because you want him to, doesn't mean Obama actually ascribes to your philosophy! (P.S. All this can be said about McCain supporters too.)
And EVERYONE believes that Obama represents Hope with a capital H (capital H for Hussein? heh, ok sorry). That's great. I'm hopeful too. I would absolutely love to be proven wrong and have my cynicism dissipate.
08 August 2008 @ 02:07 pm
Прошлась по Европе: месяц в Париже, потом Лондон, Венеция, Венна, Крым, Киев, и возвращение в Париж. Не плохо!
16 May 2008 @ 08:50 am
КТО ХОЧЕТ СО МНОЙ СГОНЯТЬ ПО ЕВРОПЕ В ИЮЛЕ? Мой друг, с которым я должна была поехать вдруг оказался без денег (и на кой хрен он решил бросить работу????!)
05 May 2008 @ 07:35 am
Aka Mexican Independence Day.
What.... shup up. It's an important American holiday....
What.... shup up. It's an important American holiday....
03 May 2008 @ 06:16 pm
http://shm-directory.blogspot.com/
16 April 2008 @ 12:19 am
10 April 2008 @ 11:32 pm
Сегодня узнала что я вдохновила одного парня написать его песню "Балерина Акробатка." Там описываются несколько моментов из нашего знакомства и несколько идей которые всплыли по этому поводу.
So today I found out that I inspired this one guy to write his song "Ballerina Acrobat." He mentions there a couple moments from our past and some ideas that surfaced therein.
Был рисунок который я ему подарила. Там была изображена девушка которая шла против ветра, и была надпись "Лучше идти против ветра, чем стоять дрожа, и ждать пока измениться ветер."
There was a drawing I gave him. There was a girl there walking against the wind and I wrote on it, "It is better to walk against the wind than to stand there shivering, waiting for the wind direction to change."
Вот фотография которая дала имя песне/ Here is the photo that gave the song its name:
А вот линк/ Here is the link to the song: http://www.myspace.com/krisolinger
А вот слова песни/ Here are the lyrics:
So today I found out that I inspired this one guy to write his song "Ballerina Acrobat." He mentions there a couple moments from our past and some ideas that surfaced therein.
Был рисунок который я ему подарила. Там была изображена девушка которая шла против ветра, и была надпись "Лучше идти против ветра, чем стоять дрожа, и ждать пока измениться ветер."
There was a drawing I gave him. There was a girl there walking against the wind and I wrote on it, "It is better to walk against the wind than to stand there shivering, waiting for the wind direction to change."
Вот фотография которая дала имя песне/ Here is the photo that gave the song its name:
А вот линк/ Here is the link to the song: http://www.myspace.com/krisolinger
А вот слова песни/ Here are the lyrics:
"Ballerina Acrobat"
It seems like so long since we sat upon a rooftop,
And watched the setting sun slip behind the trees,
And we talked about our lives
And the limits thereof.
And the limits thereof...
I don't remember much, except that you were beautiful,
And intelligent, and witty, and mysterious, and wise,
And, above all, (how could I forget?)
You were the object of another's love.
Of another's love...
The echoes of the things we said and did sound through my memory
Like a grand orchestral symphony heard from afar,
Like the distant sigh of cello strings,
Reverberating in a darkened hall.
Inside a darkened hall...
With desperate movements of my pen I try to capture them,
Secure them from Eternity for all to see.
I'd swear it's been forever,
But I know it hasn't been so long at all.
I see you standing on some cliff-side by the ocean
With the night sky high above and the rocks below,
And the cold, cruel wind
Blowin' in your auburn hair.
Blowin' in your hair...
Fists clenched and jaw set determinate,
You're braced against the forces that assail you,
And it's cold, but you're not shivering.
No, you're not shivering...
As midnight fast approaches and I lie upon my mattress,
Awaiting sleep to overtake me and reclaim my mind,
I listen for those breakers,
But hear nothing as the moonlight softly gleams.
Morning breaks at dawn and, when it does, I change the calendar,
Wondering just how many nights will pass before I find
A fleeting glimpse of your face
In the deepest reaches of my darkest dreams.
And watched the setting sun slip behind the trees,
And we talked about our lives
And the limits thereof.
And the limits thereof...
I don't remember much, except that you were beautiful,
And intelligent, and witty, and mysterious, and wise,
And, above all, (how could I forget?)
You were the object of another's love.
Of another's love...
The echoes of the things we said and did sound through my memory
Like a grand orchestral symphony heard from afar,
Like the distant sigh of cello strings,
Reverberating in a darkened hall.
Inside a darkened hall...
With desperate movements of my pen I try to capture them,
Secure them from Eternity for all to see.
I'd swear it's been forever,
But I know it hasn't been so long at all.
The landscape of the mind is vast;
The present intertwines the past.
A single moment holds so much,
The warmest smile, the coldest touch.
But this sand-trap called reality
Engulfs and swallows all of me
And clouds the view.
As I sink, I think of you.
The present intertwines the past.
A single moment holds so much,
The warmest smile, the coldest touch.
But this sand-trap called reality
Engulfs and swallows all of me
And clouds the view.
As I sink, I think of you.
I blink and think of you.
I see you standing on some cliff-side by the ocean
With the night sky high above and the rocks below,
And the cold, cruel wind
Blowin' in your auburn hair.
Blowin' in your hair...
Fists clenched and jaw set determinate,
You're braced against the forces that assail you,
And it's cold, but you're not shivering.
No, you're not shivering...
Poised upon this stony ledge
In a delicate balancing act,
You're like a spider on a silken thread,
A ballerina acrobat.
The waves roll in and the waves rush out,
And the tide ebbs and flows,
And nobody knows what it's all about,
But it's all right,
Because I'll dance with you tonight.
In a delicate balancing act,
You're like a spider on a silken thread,
A ballerina acrobat.
The waves roll in and the waves rush out,
And the tide ebbs and flows,
And nobody knows what it's all about,
But it's all right,
Because I'll dance with you tonight.
Yes, I'll dance with you tonight.
As midnight fast approaches and I lie upon my mattress,
Awaiting sleep to overtake me and reclaim my mind,
I listen for those breakers,
But hear nothing as the moonlight softly gleams.
Morning breaks at dawn and, when it does, I change the calendar,
Wondering just how many nights will pass before I find
A fleeting glimpse of your face
In the deepest reaches of my darkest dreams.
The Earth, she spins; her rivers flow.
I try to make sense of this world I know,
To reconcile what I have seen inside
With everything that I must be denied.
The wisps of inspiration dance,
In the harshest light of naked chance,
With such fragile skill.
I dream about you still.
I try to make sense of this world I know,
To reconcile what I have seen inside
With everything that I must be denied.
The wisps of inspiration dance,
In the harshest light of naked chance,
With such fragile skill.
I dream about you still.
Oh, yes, I dream about you still.
09 April 2008 @ 01:43 am
02 April 2008 @ 10:56 pm
"Creativity is simply the finding of unexpected logic" - Arthur Kesser (my teacher's teacher) Well put
"Творчество это просто обнаружение неожиданной логики" - Артур Кессэр (учитель моего учителя) Красиво сказано
"Творчество это просто обнаружение неожиданной логики" - Артур Кессэр (учитель моего учителя) Красиво сказано
01 April 2008 @ 10:15 pm
31 March 2008 @ 08:17 pm
Лев: нужно его заставить прыгать на морозе кругами вокруг портфеля и подпевать "Надо меньше пить! Пить надо меньше!"
я: давай!
я: а как мороз будем устраивать??
Лев: хм, а вот это уже потруднее задача - можно в Тахо его свезти для этого
я: ха! сослали в Тахо за плохое поведение
(на всякий случай объясняю -- Тахо это озеро в горах в Калифорнии. Там падает снег и люди катаются на лыжах, строят снежных баб, и проче веселятся)
я: давай!
я: а как мороз будем устраивать??
Лев: хм, а вот это уже потруднее задача - можно в Тахо его свезти для этого
я: ха! сослали в Тахо за плохое поведение
(на всякий случай объясняю -- Тахо это озеро в горах в Калифорнии. Там падает снег и люди катаются на лыжах, строят снежных баб, и проче веселятся)
30 March 2008 @ 10:16 pm
So I bought some crimini mushrooms at Trader Joe's just to get some variety in my mushroom consumption, but I don't really know what they are or how to use em though, so I left them in the fridge for a while.
I decided to battle them, finally and took them out of the refrigerator only to discover that they are moldy.
I actually exclaimed out loud, "What the hell! There's fungus on my fungus!"
Moral of the story: apparently I have to say clever oddities even when alone in my kitchen.
Не очень переводиться.
I decided to battle them, finally and took them out of the refrigerator only to discover that they are moldy.
I actually exclaimed out loud, "What the hell! There's fungus on my fungus!"
Moral of the story: apparently I have to say clever oddities even when alone in my kitchen.
Не очень переводиться.