my billy idol impression.

White Nights-hailing a car near metro baltiskaya (April 30th)

Hold on to your happiness
Ladies and gentlemen!
don't let it fly on the coattails
of friends, noble or countrymen!

Keep your freedom hostage
with a wall of bubble gum!
Don't think about what this means...

I'm tired
of being fired.
I should be happy
like pappy.

healthy people fufill these needs:


The need to give and receive attention
Taking care of the mind-body connection
The need for meaning, purpose and goals
The need for a connection to something greater than ourselves
The need for creativity and stimulation
The need for intimacy and connection
The need for a sense of control
The need for status
The need for a sense of safety and security

Are you healthy?

I just ran to the shop near my apartment to get some water before they close. I was the only customer until a tall blond about 22-25 years old came in with her high heel boots and a fancy shmancy look. She was the final person at the cash register after me. She bought two cans of pre-mixed rum and coke kiddie cocktails and 3 packs of condomns.

Here are two videos of my good friend Jennifer Davis's band, JD and the Blenders. I was at both of the concerts. She is coming to Berlin and performing with the St. Petersburg Ska Jazz Review in March. I'll let you know when and where.

This was a concert at Maina (near prospect prosvesheniya). You can't see me dancing because its too dark, but I'm there!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Xm1tN9J8IRI

This was a concert at Platforma (ulitza nekrasova), when it still existed. I was there too.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=6PMhHz6I9pw

I jump from the house
I don't care
I'll pull down your underwear
I'm a man
you think I can
smack your ass
lick your pan

I walk down the street
want something to eat
all I find is shit
just get over it
I got nothing to rhyme with
fuckshya
I call it mother
Russia

My internet works agaiin!!!! YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

my internet company changed the server and decided not to tell anyone.

Ich glaube Deutsche vor Allem können sich ganz gut mit dem Erlebnis der Amerikaner mit Anti-Amerikanismus in Deutschland mitfühlen. Schon oft während meiner dreijähriger Aufenthalt in Deutschland erzählten Deutsche, meistens im Spaß über wie weltfremdlich die “Amis” oder Engländer seien, über die typische Reaktionen, die erfuhren im Ausland, zu dem Deutschsein. Sie staunen über das anscheinende unsterbliche Vorurteil, dass Deutsche bis zum Heute immer noch Nazis sind. Die Ausländer wiederholen immer wieder die gleichen leeren Floskeln und denken niemals darüber noch, wofür sie so was euch raus spucken. Machen sie, der Ami oder die Engländerin, sich damit selbst ruhig über die gewalttätigen Aktionen ihrer eigenen Regierung? Interessiert sich keiner für die aktuelle heutige Lage in Deutschland?

Genauso schnell fang es an in Deutschland. Als ich zugab, dass ich Amerikanerin bin, plötzlich fangen meine Gesprächspartnern an ähnliche typische unnachdenkliche Observationen über wie Amerika sein soll unerwünscht anzubieten. Nicht nur war es einfach langweilig immer wieder die gleichen banalen Meinungen zu zuhören, als ob sie ganz frisch und interessant seien. Es war auch enttäuschend wie Bush als Beweis anschienend ausgenutzt wird, dass Amerika und die meisten Amerikanern dazu unbeliebte und unverzeihliche Terrors sind. Was wollen die Deutsche damit sagen oder verändern? Sie übersehen, dass genaue die Amerikaner vielleicht auch mehr wissen über ihr eigenes Land, wie auch die Deutsche über Deutschland. Viele von uns haben auch unsere eigene informierte Kritik über die Rolle Amerikas in der Welt und unterscheidet sich von dem Anti-Amerikanismus in soweit, dass das Ziel der Kritik eine Lösung sucht, nicht nur Beleidigung oder schamlose Selbsterhaltung.

Wie meine Mutter mir immer sagte, Leute, die zu wenig denken, dafür sprechen ganz viel. Vielleicht ein Schutz von jeder gedankloser Anti-Kritik wäre einfach vorauszusetzen, dass wir immer mehr wissen könnten, vor wir Meinungen feststellen.

Miss Susie had a steamboat
the steamboat had a bell
Miss Susie went to Heaven
the steamboat went to
hello operator
please give me number nine
and if you disconnect me,
I'll kick you in your
Behind the refrigerator
there was a piece of glass
Miss Susie sat upon it and broke her little
ask me no more questions
tell me no more lies
the boys are in the girls' room
pulling down their
flies are iin the meadow
bees are in the park
Miss Susie and her boyfriend
are kissing in the dark


e kissing in the dark

My eyes are crossed
my hands can't type
I'm finally done
at least for tonight....

I'll go to sleep
and rest my head
dream of all
the blood that's shed

a dark war
for the broken cross
a national whore
with vanilla sauce

and a nation soared
out of this itch
trans-Atlantic partner
or European bitch?

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold



W.C. Williams

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker.
And in short, I was afraid.

Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I'm so lazy
call me daisy
I'm not busy
call me lizzy
I'm just dumb
call me mum
I'm so stupid
call me cupid

American joke corrupted by the poor English sensibilities of Russian English teachers...
result is even better than original:

Child: Mommy, mommy, What happened to the dog food?

Mother: Shut up, and eat your grandmother!


beautiful, really.