As a professed fan of The Beatles, I am actually quite lukewarm towards anything that the Fab Four produced in their solo careers after their break-up. Lennon’s Imagine is probably the closest a song by a former Beatle comes to being a favorite of mine. My most vivid memory associated with it is quite recent.
Monthly Archives: July 2008
Everybody in my blog feed aggregator seemingly has done one of these, so I will refrain from tipping hat to anyone in particular. I have not seen another member of my race, though. Your result for The What Middle Earth race do you belong to Test… Wizard You scored high in morality and intelligence, but
… you see exposed breasts of various colours, shapes and sizes. From perfectly toned ones to amorphic sagging what-letter-in-the-alphabet cups. And that’s just men’s. About one in five women, by my estimation, goes topless at the beach these days as well. The Germans are at the forefront of the movement, having long branched out from
Can you guess where I am? Come on, you hardly need more than one try… Yep, you got it! I’m back on the beautiful Catalan coast of the Mediterranean. It was a bit of an impulse decision. As the prospect of a lonely weekend in London loomed, I figured that, despite my usual adversity towards
Back in my twenties, I used to like coffee. Drank it quite regularly. Natasha and I even joined one of those mail-order coffee clubs. Several times, as a matter of fact, so that we could keep getting their free-if-you-join stuff. A couple of coffeemakers and several cup-and-saucer sets, if my memory serves me right. I
Spent the day in a bustling and vibrant Barcelona, went to sleep in the God-forsaken Mottingham… Fun life I lead sometimes! The big summer holiday took off splendidly, the long two-day trek from London to Costa Brava notwithstanding. We arrived to a beautiful setting, gorgeous weather and, most importantly, the company of friends whom we
Another one of my long-standing favorites. Curiously, I never bothered with any other songs by Stevie Wonder. The only other of his works that I am even aware of is Ebony and Ivory by him and Paul McCartney. My most vivid memory associated with this melodic and evocative love ballad has nothing to do with
Our guests not only managed to visit several of the London sights that we thus far shunned; they also came by an audience with Her Majesty the Queen. Ok, not really. But we ourselves only see the reigning monarch on TV, despite living just a dozen miles away from the Buckingham Palace. Our friends, who
This is just too hilarious. I have to post it, even though any non-Russian-speaking reader of mine may not get to fully appreciate the hilarity (not that you shouldn’t try – the flash-card text is a hoot all by itself). Thanks, Dad.
Despite my self-sustained image of the world traveler, I have only been to 37% of European countries. Natasha is actually one up on me, in a way that I fear will keep forever, – she has been to Belarus as a child. The map below outlines the gaping chasm of Eastern Europe, Scandinavia, Baltics, and
Back to our regular light programming, here is one of my all-time favorites. For some reason, the strongest recollections of this song put me inside my Dad’s old Pontiac, driving the length of Ocean Parkway and loudly singing along. I believe they come from the time when Natasha worked cash register at a supermarket on
Sometimes, the smallest stupid things get me worked up for no good reason whatsoever… John Scalzi gets his “stimulus package” check from the US Government. It’s for a stupid amount of money. Not stupid as in “stupendous”. Stupid as in “what’s-the-point-of-even-getting-this”. $6.10, to be precise. He rationalizes that there is very little useful he can
In a moment of lull, I suddenly decided to take a test to see what my IQ is. You know, I always pegged myself as a type of a quiet genius, possessing formidable intellect, but too lackadaisical to put it to any entrepreneurial use or scientific pursuit. Yet, vain person that I am, I never
Remember my post on spammers’ creativeness? Lately, I’ve been bombarded quite regularly with bot-produced comments that appear as “compliments” from accidental readers. The idea, of course, is that I’ll take them for genuine praise and allow them through my spam controls, opening the door for future deluge. This looks like a genuine praise from a
A small album with a selection of pictures from our recent trips to Canterbury and the Sissinghurst Castle Garden can be found via the link on the navigation bar. Or click here.
No, that’s not the view from our window. Would be nice, though… Becky sang Star-Spangled Banner and later went to the grocery shop wearing a T-shirt with a “Proud American” slogan on it, an American flag pin, an American flag necklace, and the letters “U. S. A.” written in a marker on her upper arm.