Still kicking

 

yes

 Can't believe this blog is still up. I guess I should back up all these entries someday. I'm in the GIS lab at SPSCC in Olympia (still, of course, although I realized I only have like one real post since I moved here. Even though I've changed so so much. I never had like people to hang out with 24/7 before I moved into town. Now I still don't, but there was a golden age there for a minute where I was renaissancing. I'm including Kilian Eng stuff, because it's so amazing and what I would love to be doing.

 I don't do any art anymore though, well, some tiny tiny things. But I'm doing school full time for programming. And I can't manage to make that work together somehow. Thinking about moving to Walla Walla actually to finish this degree. Apparently they have a pretty good program and I've almost maxed the attractive classes here.

lorak: NEW ZEALAND

lorak: NEW ZEALAND: I want to go.........

Stefan Sagmeister

Stefan Sagmeister: The power of time off | Video on TED.com

This guy is still rocking it. I found his book a long time ago, the one that has the german shepherd printed in red and green with a red transparent slip cover, so when the cover is on he looks nice and when you take it off you can see the slavering jaws. But now he's working on some kind of movie and it looks awesome.

спещите видеть! [Hurry and see! (formal)]

Were you aware that the American Bison is related to the European Wisent? They still live in the forests of poland and germany, and were a big part of the Heck Cattle project to recreate an aesthetic twin of the extinct Auroch.

thoughts

Watch out now, let’s not be fucking everything up. Let’s not be…be-OW! Let’s not scrape our eyeballs out- fuck.

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Names that sound good but would not work in US, and also that look better written in english:

1: Nastia (vs. настя)

2: Vika (vs. вика)

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things I do that I got from joel:

save plastic bags for rain protection use

save rubber bands for whatever

calculate expenses

No me digas/Tú, él de la razón.

Un ou de doble rovall! Qué sort! De les pollastres de la casa. Bé, de una pollastre específic.

Estic acá, un altre día a la casa nova. Em sento....no sé. Vaig emprendre el día amb ganes de fer gran cosa, ja vaig trucar Goodwill, també Value Village i després de tot vaig tornar a midar les portes de la casa i decideixo que encara té més raó intentar de ficar l'escriptori d'en Beck al quart nou que gastar diners que no en tinc en dos arxivadors per a fer-me un. Suposo que...doncs m'agradaría tenir treball aquest día, o bé, que Beck sigui a casa. Però no. Sembla que tindré que practicar Català aquí, i Rus en Quizlet, i lamentar ho que no en tinc. O dibuixar. O fer la feina de buscar un treball. Millor això, a que si? Doncs som-hi!

твоего/твоих/твоим/тебе

Okay, so this has to be quick, because it's already 1.40 a.m. and I swore to myself for my looks I would start going to bed sooner. La madre que me parió! But I am so inspired, enthralled, enthused about the redesign I just did on this blog - after years and years! - that I must write something. I've been reading back over some of the old ones, and they really are good. I mean, I'm glad I wrote what I did, and I just wish I had written more about everything.

So let's see. About the here and now. Maybe I'll make a list of things that make me happy, like Lauren and I did the other day. We just had lasagna night at Lauren's with Anna and then walked around the lake and I told her grampa's story about Davy-Down-The-Well. Great Grampa Carl's dog who fell down a well for nigh on five days, and he threw food and sticks and bullets down there, in an alternating fashion, and the dog came out safe and sound!

Things that make me happy:

1. This is like the fifth month in a row that I have had a period. Perhaps I have finally left puberty!

2. That last time I talked with Gramma Marcella it was really fun, and she was talking about how she was never regular either, and had never planned on getting pregnant, or had really wanted kids. And also how she kind of wanted a girl.

3. My new house. I like the people here, I like my room, I like how free I feel to do stuff. I made a big drawing of a buffalo today for Youbelongtoyou, I chatted with Carlos who found two of their chickens in the street, so he threw them back in the pen, and then was like, "Wait...didn't we have five chickens before?" and they were FOUND CHICKENS and now they are living here. That's three that are random, the cat brought one home before too.

4. That I finally finished that application to grad school and EVEN BETTER that they will let us know in March. So we don't have much longer to wait until we know for sure. (Lauren and I, that is).

5. That I might hang out with James again in the near future, but also that I don't need to.

6. That is more or less it, for right now. O!

7. That I have a huge box of Honey Nut Cheerios from GrossOut.

8. That I got an email from a prof at Penn State saying he will have transcription later.

Things that make me not so happy. Hmm, actually I don't want to think about those right now. I think about them all the time. But I'll put on here a few language things that I found today. So that's another fun thing; I practiced Russian and Spanish today, and it's been too long.

I just found Quizlet, which I believe has been around for forever. I made a stack of flashcards and they have games you can play with them, etc. It was actually fun, it was like learning to type all over again. I guess because I was playing a game where the definition moves across the screen and you have to type out the word before it gets to the other side. Which typing in cyrillic is excruciatingly time consuming for me, so I get kind of hopped up and really engaged. So I like that. Now I need an app to run it on my phone.

The other one was Lenguajero- Oh geez. I just spent another twenty minutes on there. But it's the typical community where you can chat with people but I like that they have writing prompts that people respond to and then others critique them. It's fairly prompt feedback as well.

Okay, basta ya. Em vaig a la cama. Tinc set y son, y demà tindrá una cara, uf! de mort. A més a més demà em toca fer faina, Joel vindrá de hora per a netejar la casa, alhora que tots dues vivim fora del bog.

New Business Images: Bogside Transcription

Awesome, right? Beck and I designed these as I was taking my business course. I will soon have a matching website, hooray!

PALTA/ZANCUDOS!!

Holy hell I am feeling nostalgic! Joel just found his blog from when we were in Peru (I was so behind the times and didn't have one). I had forgotten so much stuff. Zancudos = mosquitos. Palta = avocado.

http://reid.typepad.com/joel_reid/2005/04/lb.html

The pictures of our house on the beach. Sigh....

Well, not time for much else, I have to finish printing my business plan.

kirill

okay so this is actually a good one. this dude invented...well okay we're not sure if it was cyrillic or just cyrillic type. I think it was just the movable type. But anyway this dude and his brother were very important in making Russian readable and deeply involved in printmaking. And guess what his name was? Kirill, which is the male version of my name. Cool eh? Also, he has a killer beard. Also, we think cyrillic is a derivation of his name. I'm not putting this in certain terms because it is first of all hearsay and second of all filtered through a slight language barrier. This is жена, I think was his name. Not sure on the spelling. But I just really liked the foto. He was a funny guy, he had a very soft voice and really animated manner, but all pent up. So he would speak very quietly and tenderly but with lots of enthusiasm. And he would lean close to you and whatever you said he'd be like "клас, это клас, очен класная" "Cool, that's cool, really cool" about whatever. We all also watched the new version of Hairspray and it was pretty good.
This below is Daksh dancing. He is a great dancer. He also is a model, self proclaimed. And a great cook. He comes into Anya's room all the time to use the mirror. Like every 5 minutes. And to ask how she would rate him on a scale of one to ten. Twelve, right? And he has a fiance in Canada and he can lay on his back on the floor and jump to his feet. All the indians are also very talented at wearing shiny great looking shirts and studying to be doctors.

This, my friends is the улица of киiв and very beautiful artwork. Well, pretty okay anyway. And then the very beautiful church complex that now houses things like a monk cafeteria, the museum of soviet miniatures and the silver and gold museum.

P.S. did you know that here they have holidays like Women's Day, The Parade of Humor and Health and Fitness day? I like this soviet remnants, which is what I'm assuming they are.

Fur Coats

Started reading The Master and Margarita ---->Tables, chairs and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best.

ALSO:

1. insouciant - carefree

2. polyglot - one who speaks many languages

Today walking down street:

a. Police convention/picnic/training of how to elicit bribes? The police cars were lined up for like a block and there was a huge crowd of them in blue and reflective yellow or orange in front of yevshenko's statue.

b. a black cat and a white cat yowling at each other in a tree and a man throwing rocks at them BUT _______ on the other side of the spectrum a woman with a big old sausage cutting pieces off and distributing them among the street dogs.

I went to Kiev recently. Saw the miniature museum and sweet couple and ate way too much sweet and danced a lot AND AND AND learned how to pour sambuca. You know, you light it on fire and twist it aroundandpouralongstreamoffireintotheotherglass and it's super fancy looking.

We kicked things off with a suprise birthday party in the planetarium, with a trumpet player accompaniment. And then a trumpet was given as a gift and was accompaniment to the activities of the rest of the weekend. Elevator rides, bus rides, walking down the street, laying in bed.

things continued with a party at Andre's house that he and his brother are building. Three stories! Huge. There was no proper bathroom and no heating but tons of good food and dancing. Fur coat salad, I forget how to say it in russian it's called that because of the plethora of grated roots that are smothered in mayonnaise in it. That was kind of gross. I ended up just eating a lot of cheese and chocolate but, really, that's nothing to complain about. Not that I am.

Okay, let me describe these pictures, although they are worth thousands of words already.

1. Old babushka with street dogs: this is very common. These dogs are everywhere, and adorable. There is one that lays outside our door and it is dusty and black and very cute. I gave him cereal one day but he ignored it.

2. Someone's window

3. The sign that I made for Shekhar and Sandeep's birthday. It was beautiful and so so are they. Wait, here I will add more fotos from that party. No, I take it back. I'll make a new post for that.

4. Anya in the snow on our way to выход, or exit, a club that played amazing music. People here are really fond of that, what's it called? Spanish Flea or something? I wanted every song they played. Speaking of which, I just have to mention this youtube video because I love it and the singer kind of reminds me of Beck. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYU7oG2V7uc&feature=popular Anyway this was awhile ago because now it is more sunny and there hasn't been snow for at least a week. Except in Kiev, which was covered with snow.

5. These last four are not really in order but go like this, the first one was the after dinner walk at Andre's second birthday party, the one at his house

6. These are my feet and an old man on the train. Sleeping on the train was great! I have never done that before and I liked it. I found the motion very relaxing. Anya talked my ear off on the way back which was not as relaxing, but then we read Agatha Cristie out loud which was good. A Poirot one that takes place in a hostel, fitting.

7. Birthday breakfast of champagne and cherry log cake. Andre is on phone, Nika is the other one.

8. Model at the planetarium

9. Climbing the stairs to the party at the party house. The girl in magenta is Maya, who does graphic design and is in love with Ollie from England. She is cool and we are hoping to make some t-shirts this summer

i have just recently met the coolest people ever

Com pasejar pel carrer a Ukraina.

Primer Haurás de fer pases petites, molt petites. Si, et vas a sentir idiota. Et fará vergonya, peró en el moment k descuidis de vigilar et cauràs, I l’estat de atenció medical a aquest pais fa riure, I por. Jo fa unes dies vaig tenir un malson on vaig trencar una cama I vaig tenir k suicidar-me en comptes de anar-me a l’hospital.

El cas és k si no et caus si k et vas a mullar. Els carrers són plens de llacs I rius, I si no en tens un ull acustombrat (com em manca jo) és molt dificil distinguir entre terra, neu, gel I aigua. Jo sempre acabo escollint un tros k em sembla terra ferma, i sempre acaba sent l’aigua més profunda.

Per aixó, quan pensis anar a un lloc I estas calculant l´hora de trobada, multiplica´l per dues.

Altre cosa. Potser k ets d’un pais, com jo, on no ens toquem al carrer. De fet fem esforços per NO tocar-nos. En canvi, a Ukraina, et dones el sentit de k ets l’unica k esta fent l’esforç. Comences a pensar, ¨I qué? Si no em moc van a deixar les altres k ens xoquem?

Si ets com jo, d´una societat molt quieta I ben educada, sentirás vergonya I por al intentar l’experiment de deixar-ho anar. Un consell. No has de seguir caminant en el moment d’impacte. Poc a poc, homme. Fes com jo. Quan es pot preveure l’accident imminent i realment has cansat de cedir sempre el pas, peró no trobas els pebrots necessaris per a xocar-te directament amb el teu company de carrer, a l’ultim moment ajuda si et paris. És molt senzill, I no fa tanta por. Simplement et pares en mig del carrer I deixes k l’altre et xoqui. Com el mar contra les roques. La mietat ho farán, l’altre mietat, miraclement, te esquivaran. Després d’algunes dies tindrás el coratge per a seguir caminant normalment I donar un bon cop als senyors que es creuen els amos de l’espai públic.

hi ha una jerarqui del carrer. Per ho que he vist. Una persona de la meva edat, més o menys, no et donará problemes. Tampóc els hommes, normalment. Peró les dones d’una certa edat no volen canviar-se de sentit, res, mai. Tenen els seus destincions pensats I res va a fer-les pausar.

Com tenir electricitat (електричества) a Ukraina

No intentar-ho en temps d’elecions.

Rezar?

Valentine's Day Special.

So there is this great market by my house. Everybody calls it the new market and it has a creepily ornate entrance on one side. The words “decadence” and, well “creepy” are brought to mind.

Also, I haven’t gone to bed yet, since 24 hrs ago so don’t mind me if this is a little disjointed.

Anyway this market is great. It’s a lot like the ones in south and north America except that everyone wears lots more clothes and gloves. I feel really guilty that I don’t go there more often, actually, but it just doesn’t seem economical when I have no idea of Russian. Ex: I can ask how much something costs but I cannot understand any of the answers. Even the numbers I “know” I don’t understand when they say them.

I like buying best from the asian ladies, because, hey, they’re foreign too. This morning I went, which felt nice. I haven’t been really awake and doing something at 7 or 8 in the morning in a long time. And the fact that I haven’t bee

n to bed yet means I just get to keep tallying my points on my points chart for today. I’m going to get a great score.

Okay, let me start again. So while I was typing this morning from about five thirty am to eight I saw it get light and was filled with happiness. Today is a beautiful day. I decided to go the market because yesterday I spent too long talking w/ the librarian and the two sashas (one male one female) at the lit. club so I didn’t have a chance to go to the market to look for project supplies. I resisted the call of bed and went out, and now feel refreshed from the cold air and ready to stay awake longer. So what did I do at this new market? I bought great yarn and some sequins and some needles (all words I had looked up and drew vocab for but didn’t end up using the words at all). Then I tried to buy a placemat, a gold placemat, but they wouldn’t break my fifty. So I walked the long way around the block (brain melting) and bought some cheese at the big grocery, обоже…something and they gave me change and I saw all the valentine’s day balloons and was reminded once again of the ridiculous use of plastic bags in this country.

Some of them they are dyign to get rid of. I bought cheese and it’s already wrapped in plastic, right? Then they put it in a small plastic bag. Then they ask you if you want a big plastic bag. They do this, normally, by saying “ пакет?” which is easy to remember. Sometimes they use different words so the first thing the cashier at a store asks you just know it will always be this question and say da or nyet depending on whether you desire a packet or not. If you say no they will still put whatever you are buying into a smaller, thinner plastic bag. If you say yes they will take out a big old bag to put over the small, thin plastic bag. Now, but the catch is if you buy a lot of groceries, for example 2 liters of juice, a jar of tomato sauce, two liters of milk, cereal, oats, a bread cake (that was bad by the way) and a big box of baking soda, oh and some onions and bananas and they are like, “пакет?” or more realistically they are like “афрщш ауршщзер фщывтащфзеруцзкцщш фыщшреыпа?” and you are like, ha, I know what you are aksing anyway and then you think, “This would be the time, right? cuase how will I carry all this such and not without some bags?” AH HA. But what she pulls out is ONE GIANT BAG. I think this must happen NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU BUY. So she proceeds to put the milk, juice, baking soda, tomato sauce, onions, bread cake etc etc and everything else into this giant bag and you like, “And what? I’m just going to sling this over my shoulder?” keeping your center of gravity while carrying this somewhere on the iciest streets ever invented- well. I guess that’s enough.

So anyway I was feeling guilty for never buying food at the new market as I wnet about buying these sequins (бёл…. I don’t remember) etc especially because I really do love pickled thigns and we don’t eat them that much at home. So I stopped to buy something but I played it safe by going to one of the asian ladies. I feel more comfortable buying from them because they use the more familiar social custom of looking at you and asking what your are going to buy (I love the security of someone assuming that you are buying something from the get-go) instead of ignoring you completely. So buy some pickled beet, which she even lets me try and it’s great, of course, but sketchier than a class of university artists but whatever. We’ll deal with that later. But as she’s telling me something else I notice that she has electric blue eyelashes! How impressive! I tell her they are kraseevaya and she’s totally unphased. Like yeah yeah. And I add that I will take some of the beets and she warms up a bit. She even shows me with her fingers the number of grivnas she si asking me for which makes me fall in love with her a little bit because suddenly her пять actually sounds like пять in my head. Anyway. So it was great.

Then walking back to my apartment I realized htat I had never walked down that street before noon before, nor in the sun. everything was so beautiful that I wanted to walk around more, but also wanted to get back here and unload my booty. Y’all ought to see the watercolor and acrylic painting I’m working on. They are not beautiful but they are exciting, I’m using some things I never have before, and they are going fast which is always pleasing. But I need a bigger watercolor brush.

OMG all the snow is melting off the balcony. Today is 36 degrees!

Someone told me a story someone else told them recently. He was asking a guy in a bar about the upcoming elections and what he thought about the candidates. This guy looks around for a way to explain, and pulls out two cigarettes. "These are the candidates," he says. "They are two different cigarettes but they both give you cancer."

We went to the beach recently and it was the best beach I have ever seen. Ever. It was beautiful. As you can see pictures all around.

Georgian Restaurant Menu Delicacies:

1. A red string bean, a nut, greens, the Georgian Seasonings, an onions, garlic

2. Female Quail of Tobacco

3. Language under Mayonnaise

4. An eggplant, a walnut, the Georgian Seasonings

5. Bread the Basket!!!!!!!! (exclamation points not mine)


On another separate note a guy I met told us this story. Imagine it in a scottish accent. "So I went out the other night and ate dinner and then asked where the bathroom was. This guy takes me back through the kitchen into a back room the staff use. It's all piled high with potatoes and onions and is where they store all the food. And there's a hole in the middle of the floor. I'm like, oh god, don't show me that. I just ate here!"
In the photo below maybe you're looking at it wondering if those people out on the pier are going to jump in. They are. Two of them already did. Three of them further down the beach are just walking around with no shirt or pants on.

Hmm, can I include another random quote? "People in this country have no fucking concept of what a sandwhich is."

So I am this close [fingers slightly apart] from getting an apartment. Unfortunately not in the center. We looked at one really close to my friend's house but the guy answered the door in his bathrobe, and was also middle aged, which is widely considered the sketchiest age. So I could see a lot of awkwardness there. My friend was like, "Living there would be a very Russian experience, but I would be more comfortable if
you lived with a girl." I agreed, although it turns out I will probably be living with two brothers who are medical students. I didn't meet them but was assured they are stellar people.

I also looked at a really cute place that I could have to myself for not much more, but I feel it will be better if I don't live alone or I will never associate with anyone. This may force me to meet people. Or I may just hate it. It shouldn't be too bad though because I am taking a pretty huge room. So I look forward to getting that sorted out.

I went to a play with my friend Masha last night, and then went back to their house again and we watched Dazed and Confused and An Education. It's really probably better I'll be moving far away because otherwise I would spend my life at their house and they would get very very sick of me. Oh! Also did I mention John runs a literature club for people learning English and I went to the last meeting and got to meet a LIBRARIAN? It was at a small library that is run by the US consulate or something. I think once I get myself together today and can face a world outside of bed and writing on this blog I will go see her and ask what she does etc. Maybe I should go do that now. Okay I also went out a few days ago and our party went back to another friend's house were the cops came and had to be heavily bribed because we were making too much noise and I didn't have my passport on me. Until later.

I am obsessed with the song Made in the Dark by Hot Chip and Lost Someone sung by Cat Power.

Odesa again

Well here we are. I arrived and am now looking for an apartment. It was great flying in, I have never seen a landscape like this before. It was all white. Not mountains that have white on top and then valleys, all white and then squares of brown. I couldn't figure out for the longest time what the squares of brown were because it was all flat. Why were these areas warmer than other areas? And it wasn't where the houses were either, those were white squares on white. So no warming due to people's bodies/cars/houses. Why would they heat these random pieces of land? Finally I realized they were trees sticking up out of the snow. Which then makes you think about the way we leave forests, just lines, connecting up irregular polygons. But makes you a little afraid, seeing so much white.
Odesa is, besides being the place where all your biggest baby dreams come true, a sea port and flying in we passed what I think was the Dniester river which was all frozen over too, except right before emptying into the sea. Anyway to cut to the chase last night it was about -20 degrees fahrenheit. Today it was also cold but bundled up and walking in the sun it was not bad at all.
Anyway hopefully the housing issue will be taken care of soon and in the meantime I will try to keep busy writing, drawing, taking pictures etc. Tomorrow I will get to see a library, a secret I could not unlock last time because I was yelled out.
Updates as events occur,
signing out,
Me

This is probably the best picture I ever took.

At least of me and Jade in her apartment in New York. I just rediscovered it and felt compelled to share it with the world.

No me di cuenta de que habia pasado tanto tiempo sin escribir. Tal vez ahora no sea el mejor momento, como no estoy haciendo nada en especial y ademas tengo que levantarme manana para hacer caminata, sobre lo cual tengo muchas dudas porque no estoy nada en forma, pero aún así siento que debo escribir algo.
Ara en català. El meu tiet em va visitar amb el seu novio i ho vam pasar realment bé. Vam caminar per tot Barcelona, la primera vegada aquest viatje que vaig daixar-me pasejar sense destinació ni horari. A més a més vam descobrir un pastelería més bé. És tot pastes i dolços de l'India. El més bo és un cuadre fet de pastanaga i, es clar, la baklava. M'encanta aquest color verd clar dels pistachos. També van pasar amb mi i la meva famella el nou any. "Bon any! Bon any!" vam cridar tots i vam menjar el raïm i portar bigotis falsos i tocar trompetes petites i jugar i cantar. Ho vam pasar molt molt bé.
Sabeu un cosa que no entenc? Això de deixar bolsos de plàstic a la pica de la cuina. Per a mi no té sentit. En primer lloc no pertany, en segon has de saber que quedará asquerós. Però bé, seguïm.
En aquest moment em trobo en un lloc dificil. No sé que fer. Serà millor tornar als estats units, o a Ucraïna? Em semblen bé tots dues.
Ahora me estoy liando pensando en registrarme con delicious o otro servicio así. Como por fin uso el internet, y estoy intentando aprender idiomas tengo un montón de links para diccionarios, sericios de traducción, cosas así. Por find entiendo para que sirve un servicio así.
Bé, a dormir. Aquesta setmana prometo pujar unes fotos de les vacances. Fins després!

I just thought I would add this picture to make things a little more interesting. This was from the Best Buffet Ever that I went to with Jade and her friend Patrick (pictured above) in...what was that place called? In Pennsylvania. A trip which allowed me to check both that state and New Jersey off my list of visited places. And eat tons and tons of crepes from the surliest crepe chef ever, who probably stayed out way too late the night before, drunk, and was hung over and couldn't think of anything he would less like to do than make crepes for us. But he did it anyway. And the potatoes were good, there was even ravioli and cheese cake and bacon and...oh gosh, I don't even remember. It was the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory of breakfast\brunch buffets. And our hotel room had a lovely view of the river. And the terrorist's bike, which is now Jade's bike, continued to be unstolen from the back of her truck.

Nadal

Mire la calle

¿Cómo puede usted ser

Indiferente a ese gran rio

de huesos, a ese gran rio

de sueños, a ese gran rio

de sangre, a ese gran rio?

Nicolás Guillen*.

i don't normally go in for poetry, but I just saw this online y me gusto bastante. Here is a quick translation.

LOOK AT THE STREET

How can you be

Indifferent to that great river

of bones, to that great river

of dreams, to that great river

of blood, to that great river?

I am really tired.

And in Warsaw, which is another beautiful city. This one is a real city with a Marriott and a big Samsung sign on the side of a building etc. It is, however 5.26 and I'm already awake. There is also a phone ringing somewhere in this hostel and has been for roughly the last ten minutes. This is both confusing and unfortunate. I was having those half awake hallucinations that occur when you know you have to do something. First I imagined turning on my cell phone and seeing that it was 9.50 (basically guaranteeing a missed flight) and then I heard someone across the dorm telling me, "Kira, I think some guy came in and was trying to tell you something. He was using a clicker." In retrospect this makes no sense, but since I requested a wakeup I interpreted it as relating. So I finally gave into my head's voices and got up to really check the time. Lol, дерьмо, the phone ringing mystery turns out to be my cell phone alarm in my pocket. This is how conscious I am.

Here are a few other examples of Warsaw ups and downs that have happened in the last 11 hours:
1. My debit card is frozen again (although to be fair this is like blaming Obama for the economic crisis. Really it is Ukraine's fault) BUT I found an extra five euro I had squirreled.
2. I was walking for forever trying to find this hostel and I was SO tired BUT I found a cool art exhibit along the way and the lady gave me new directions.
3. I had to ask a billion other people directions too BUT they all spoke very nice english and were really friendly.
4. The hostel girl looked up a great restaurant with cheap vegetarian peroghi that looked really nice BUT when I finally walked the mile there it was closed so I had to eat some crap falafel BUT I also saw the most beautiful street in Warsaw AND found a really cute cafe w/ some kind of hot pudding they passed off as hot chocolate and a marzipan croissant.

So all in all a place I would really love to come back to. Lots of setbacks but they always seem to lead to something good, which is what one would like to say about life, right? Rambling, rambling. Maybe I will try to go back to bed...

Two last things:
a. Maybe the coolest thing about Warsaw is that they have these stone benches with maps engraved on them and a little talky bit about "Here is where Chopin looked for the last time at his front door," etc but THEN in the corner there is a button you can press and the bench plays music! AND there are these strange bar code squares that you can apparently SCAN WITH YOUR PHONE to get the music as a ringtone or something.

b. So, taking stock of my financial sitch here is where we are. I have 20 euro that I found in my estuche that made 80 zloty or whatever they call it here. 32 was the night, (that sounds like a mystery novel title), 8 was the falafel, 17 was the hot chocolate and croissant, 5 was the juice. So I have enough to get to the airport and maybe even get some breakfast. I also found an extra 5 euro in a jacket which means that, and this is exciting, NOT ONLY did I use it as key deposit but I now have enough to take the train from Manresa to Barcelona, or vice versa I mean, when I arrive back in Spain, which is very exciting. Or I think I do. Wait. I have enough to take it from Arc de Triomf or Plaza Catalunya to Manresa, but how much was it to get from the airport? Maybe I can rechange a few of these zloty. CRAP.

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I am really really enamored of some things about this city. Like this song, that Oleg taught me a few phrases from and then I just found the actual song while searching something unrelated (trying to find out the roots of the phrase "odessa mama" which on our first night someone told us has folkloric roots) and i LOVE it. I love how they say "odessa". And I think Ukraine is one of the most beautiful words ever. The city doesn't quite live up to it, but people say I have to see it in the summer. I want to live here I think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=er6ELPeUPkU
and
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPKj8vAVTYs
I also got really sick last night and was busy puking out both ends, if you know what i mean. I thought it was some crepes or a bell pepper i bought but some people reassured me that it was probably the water, which I drank a few times when I first arrived w/o realizing the danger. Apparently depending on where you are in the country the water can be radioactive. Depending on where you are in this city the water can be traveling through lead pipes. So, we'll never know but it was awful, but was only for one night, strangely enough.
The best part of yesterday, though, was walking through a few blocks where I think they were having a power outage, because there were no lights at all which we all know is particularly magical. But since everyone here wears black it was also dangerous.