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Aug. 31st, 2002 11:07 amlast night i fell asleep at 9, woke up at midnight because the hippies were having some random loud movie screening in the back yard and were being all stoned and loud and inconsiderate, so i went downstairs and had a standoff with the patchouli people. this wall of sound shit has got to stop. the apartment is hardly soundproof, and the week before i left for russia some church people that felt the need to praise the lord with hymns every night through a mike in the parking lot next to my house drove me nuts.
so anyway, i could not go back to sleep and sharon, emily and i ended up playing a pretend interview game, where i pretended to interview sharon on TRL for her music, sharon interviewed emily for her "animal tattoo art" (tattooing cows and chickens, a fictional idea...so far) and then me for my book. it was fun.
i am a little recovered from russia. i was going to write a long entry about it, but it's just too depressing and insane. my grandma is doing a little better, through no help from the russian healthcare system, which apparently does not take people over 80 to the hospital for broken bones. once my mom actually got my grandma into a compeltely kafkaesque hospital (and it's supposed to be one of the best in moscow), through a combo of bribery and nepotism, she had to stay there around the clock and take care of my grandma because the nursing staff was drunk and incompetent and she ended up having to enlist the resident homeless bums' help. she made them wash their hands and put them to work helping turn my grandmother over etc.
also i found out that my mom has smoked all her life. why does my family lie about EVERYTHING?
school is starting up on tues. i am taking field methods through a linguistic anthro class, a culture and documentary seminar, a private reading on psych. anthro with my advisor and auditing a class on walter benjamin up at columbia. i am also going to start working again this week which is good because i am broke.
i bought a bunch of old-school social realism propaganda art posters in russia and put them up in my room. they are hilarious. there is one with a boy with a violin, on the left he is against a gray rainy backdrop looking miserable and downtrodden, walking away from a whiskey bar and the caption says, more or less "in capitalist countries: Talent, hit the road!" and on the right side he is all happy and playing in a concert hall with a statue of lenin, and the caption reads "in the socialist country: All Roads Are Open to Talent." It cracks me up every time I look at it.
so anyway, i could not go back to sleep and sharon, emily and i ended up playing a pretend interview game, where i pretended to interview sharon on TRL for her music, sharon interviewed emily for her "animal tattoo art" (tattooing cows and chickens, a fictional idea...so far) and then me for my book. it was fun.
i am a little recovered from russia. i was going to write a long entry about it, but it's just too depressing and insane. my grandma is doing a little better, through no help from the russian healthcare system, which apparently does not take people over 80 to the hospital for broken bones. once my mom actually got my grandma into a compeltely kafkaesque hospital (and it's supposed to be one of the best in moscow), through a combo of bribery and nepotism, she had to stay there around the clock and take care of my grandma because the nursing staff was drunk and incompetent and she ended up having to enlist the resident homeless bums' help. she made them wash their hands and put them to work helping turn my grandmother over etc.
also i found out that my mom has smoked all her life. why does my family lie about EVERYTHING?
school is starting up on tues. i am taking field methods through a linguistic anthro class, a culture and documentary seminar, a private reading on psych. anthro with my advisor and auditing a class on walter benjamin up at columbia. i am also going to start working again this week which is good because i am broke.
i bought a bunch of old-school social realism propaganda art posters in russia and put them up in my room. they are hilarious. there is one with a boy with a violin, on the left he is against a gray rainy backdrop looking miserable and downtrodden, walking away from a whiskey bar and the caption says, more or less "in capitalist countries: Talent, hit the road!" and on the right side he is all happy and playing in a concert hall with a statue of lenin, and the caption reads "in the socialist country: All Roads Are Open to Talent." It cracks me up every time I look at it.
