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The Russkies take on the flying magic car genre. With great wheels comes great responsibility. I had fun trying to translate the trailer in my head. "I need this car. Find it ( Read more... )

Won't somebody make a LiveJournal post about their lives for me to read while I try to occasionally distract myself from a very depressing paper about pogroms and the February revolution ( Read more... )

Anna Pavlova performs "Умирающый лебедь", or "The Dying Swan". The narrator doesn't say anything particularly interesting, except that the dance is "a bright symbol of resistance against death". We watched this in my Russian class today and it grabbed my eyes and held it ( Read more... )

It's second semester of my junior year and I'm sort of keeping it together. Right now my eyes hurt from reading journal upon journal of American Literary Scholarship on Anne Bradstreet, I've had either too much or two little caffeine, and I have miles to go before I sleep. I'm still not sleeping well, but I didn't have any ridiculous stress ( Read more... )

I dreamt in Russian last night. Real Russian, not nonsense Russian. In my dream I was at a large American university and I was trying to communicate with two Russian exchange students. I think it's a pretty good sign that this language has managed to seep into my unconscious ( Read more... )

You remember "Townie", don't you? The charming hallucinogen-addled nearly-love story of Jenny and Greg? All right. Here's a total re-write and editing overhaul. The first of three. You can read "The Townies" over on A. is A..

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I hit Lit Theory in the face with a shovel. Then I kicked it down a flight of stairs ( Read more... )

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After backing myself into a corner work-wise, I ended up spending my entire afternoon and a good portion of my evening sitting in the bowels of the library. I hacked through the details of a language that my blood seems to recognize even if my brain doesn't. I caught up. The panic haloing my skull retreated ( Read more... )