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by poemless
Flames carried: Russia-Expert-o-Sphere: the New Cold War ; Bush: Putin ; Donkeys: Chubby kids ; Pirates: the Jolly Roger (ok, not a torch but a flag, but I think some pirates do carry torches...) ; Me: the Russian language ; Bloggers: other bloggers, in pine boxes ... and much more!
Can I just get one little thing out of the way? I like the Olympics. No. I love the Olympics. I cry over the Olympics. They make my heart jump out of my throat the same way the story about the cat who ran into a burning building and saved her baby kittens does. I mean, I shed real tears over the very idea of the Olympics. Not because I care about sport. I don't, really. I don't even care much about competition. I care about the Olympics for the very same reason I write at ET and not my own blog or a specifically American one. (Well, aside from the fanbase...) I really wish to fucking god we could all just get along. I really do. It's what deep down I want more than anything in the entire world. I think countries are lies we tell ourselves and fragile foundations for personal pride. I think the games are rife with corporatism and corruption. I think synchronized swimming is embarrassing. I think I don't care if your nation gets the most medals. But at the end of the day, I am not a cynic. At the end of the day, I see people from every corner of the world parading through the opening ceremonies without shooting each other or arguing about language in resolutions, and I think to myself, "It's a start at least." Then I cry. I won't even answer the phone, I get so consumed with the beauty of the moment. Your country is fascist and treating people like animals? Your country denies everyone free healthcare? Your country limits freedom of speech? Your country is arrogant? Your country is not recognized by some as even being a country? Your country invaded mine? For a few days every few years, someone besides your power elite gets to represent your country. For a few days every few years in America, we turn on the tv each day, and we are told "day-in-the-life" stories about people in other countries. Crazy. Almost like school! For a few days every few years, people from every corner of the globe tune in for the same international convention, the results of which determine who gets a silly prize, not who gets killed or ignored or nuclear weapons or the right to all of your money. The worst that can happen is that we will be reminded that we share a little planet with a bazillion other people who, if we are to judge by looks, we have to admit, are mostly not psycho-fascists from outer-space who want to kill us. This is sadly something of which we need to be regularly reminded. I don't want to sound like my grandmother who used to tell the same stories all the time, so I wont tell you about the time I was in this little cafe in Paris, and it was just me, this guy from Russia, and the French fellow running the place, closing up, and how on the television monitor the Olympics were playing, and they listed the top-ranking countries: and they were America, Russia and France, and well, Americans are supposed to hate the French and Russia and all that, but we were all happy and chummy and like, wow, how small is this world!, and the whole little episode in that French cafe just blew my mind a little bit and remains near the top of my why list of "why it is good/why it sucks", in the first column. Instead of telling you that old story, I will just say, Free Tibet, protest your little hearts out, I really hope this chaos will lead to Chinese gov't. realizing they should not and cannot shelter their citizens from reality or otherwise treat them like shit. But ... forest ... trees. Understand?
Ok, now that I've finished proselytizing on the global community and the virtue of humility, please join me on the other side the fold for some unabashed hypocrisy, in which I repeatedly exclaim the superiority of one country and demand you to support me in the pursuit of my own selfish desires! Willl be fun!!
POLITICS
1. An Article Stephen Kotkin: Myth of the New Cold War Every week, there is some article published somewhere in the world that sends all the people in the Russia-Expert-o-Sphere running into telephone booths and stripping down into their superhero leotards. The deconstruction, analysis, or even just being willing and able to read through to the end of these articles call for the mind-blowing powers of... SuperRussia-ExpertHero! Last week it was a Moscow Times op-ed about Russophobia. Everyone and their mother was not only expected to have read it, but prove it by posting a response to the article on their blog. This week brings us another "must read" piece. You have to read it. I had to read it. I suppose you could choose not to. But then you would not possibly know what anyone is talking about, losers. Plus, the article does have its rewards, like
Edward Lucas, by his telling, was once deported by the KGB. This happened in 1990, when Lucas, a British passport-holder, entered Lithuania on a Lithuanian visa after it declared its independence but before the Soviet Union had been formally dissolved. As far as this reviewer is aware, Lucas has never been imprisoned for his convictions. Still, though not technically a dissident, he argues like one. That is how a very perspicacious journalist like Lucas, the central and eastern Europe correspondent of the Economist, could end up writing a not very persuasive polemic called The New Cold War: How the Kremlin Menaces Both Russia and the West.
There are many reasons to be critical of Russian economic performance and policies, but the super-high growth rate of Kazakhstan is not one of them. Going after Edward Lucas and his peers for not making any sense at all. That doesn't get old. Apparently neither does writing articles about New Cold War, like you just thought of that. What does such an author want credit for? And why are they being paid for their BRILLIANT insights while Jerome makes me work for free? This entire situations sucks. Where did you first read of this New Cold War silliness? "Poemless." No. I think it was Mark Ames actually. But I was pretty close behind. That is, I read Mark Ames' article and was able to prove it by posting a comment about the article on this blog. Anyway, people are digging this one so I guess you should go read it. Even Bob Amsterdam likes it. Like Mikey. Eat your bowl of vitamin-packed New Cold War ruminations! Will give you the strength to fight the silliness of Eddie Lucas and his paranoid ilk! Vkusno! Then come back and finish reading this. 2. A Poll
Edward Lucas used to think and say that German Chancellor Angela Merkel hated Russia, loathed it from birth, and will lead a strong European Union against Russia. I'm not sure exactly in which way, but Lucas could have easily contemplated economic embargoes and public slanders and stuff like that. He is a very fantastic and imaginative writer, no less. lol Did someone say Edward Lucas? Ok, look. The man's not making any sense. Fine. But really I am ready to get on YouTube and scream "Leave him alone! Waaahhh! Just Leave him alone!" I mean, our obsession with this poor old guy is almost as scary as his obsession with them scary Russkies. Anyway, a strange poll. 3. A Farewell Party {{sniff}}
B: "Pooty-Poot! Don't go! If you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?"
MT: Last Dance in Sochi for Outgoing Presidents
SOCHI, Krasnodar Region -- President George W. Bush and his host, President Vladimir Putin, didn't allow what have been strained relations and a host of unresolved issues between their countries to put a damper on their last dinner together.
Putin met Laura Bush with a big bouquet of pink roses when the Bush family arrived at the residence. No information that Putin's wife Lyudmila or Medvedev's wife Svetlana had attended was provided by either the Kremlin or the White House. Wot, no fishing trip?! Laura, why couldn't you have stayed home like Lyudmila and Svetlana? Now I'm just stuck watching footage of Putin handing you flowers, because he's a gentleman like that, giving you roses even though you just ruined a hot night of shirtless fishing. No, thanks to you, all I get is your idot husband dancing the hopak like the hokey-pokey and berry pie with ice cream. Here's hoping that United Russia, the party Putin is poised to head up, plans some no-idiot-Americans-and-their-idiot-wives-allowed corporate retreat fishing trips. They should invite Surkov, too. If you too think this is a good idea, drop them a comment! ODDS 1. "After scoffing down a generous helping of chips and a few fistfuls of candyfloss, what better way to finish off a day at the seaside than with a donkey ride?"
Daily Mail: People over 8st banned from seaside donkey rides under animal cruelty rules.
BBC: NZ man 'used hedgehog as weapon'
A man in New Zealand has been charged with using a hedgehog as a weapon, the New Zealand Herald has reported. We interrupt this diary for a viewing of the charming, "Ezhik v tumane, or, Hedgehog in the Fog."
Back to our regularly scheduled ranting. 3. "More than 25 ships were seized by pirates there in 2007." BBC: Contact made with yacht pirates
France says it has made contact with Somali pirates who seized a luxury French yacht and its crew of about 30. In an earier diary I made mention of the pirates who attacked a ship headed for Russia. These Somali pirates are my new favorite heroes. More than 25 ships seized in 2007? And in 2008: The world will cool down. OMG. He ... was right... All Hail The Flying Spaghetti Monster! You know, that CFL bulb campaign has been pretty effective. Everyone from Al Gore followers to WalMart shoppers have those obnoxiously ugly things in their light sockets. I think we need to raise the bar. We can do better. If every WalMart shopper or Al Gore follower donned an eye patch and seized just one ship this year, we could stop global warming in its tracks. Hell, we could probably create permanent winter. Ok, maybe if just every other one of us seized a ship... Or, we'll have pirate teams. I'll be on Johnny Depp's. ENDS 1. Travel This is a cool site. If you are like me, when you think of Siberia, you think of snow. Then tear-jerking scenes from Dr. Zhivago, Roman Abramovich saving the Chukchi, and Misha patiently waiting for me to rescue him from his prison camp in Chita. But there is really a lot more to Siberia, it seems.
Like, they have skater punks! Holy cow. Just watch: Ulan Ude is going to be the hip new travel destination for extreme sports enthusiasts and trustafarians once they've finished decimating Angkor Wat and have gotten bored with Reykjavik. It will be the new Praha. Hipsters will say things like, "Don't go to Siberia; it's all American college kids now - you could save yourself some money and just go to Berkeley. But, if you want an authentic experience: There are no tourists in Chechnya. And it's cheap. Oh yeah. My boyfriend and I are backpacking there this summer when we get back from Somalia." 2. Health PurePedantry: If you blog you will die, news at 11
Methinks this article from the NYTimes is a tad hysterical: That's actually my policy as well! But I don't think I can claim that it keeps me "sane." No, absent some Russian lessons, I'm looking at institutional commitment in the near future. But my blood pressure is perfect. :) 3. Linguistics Economist: The baffling, beautiful richness of Russian.
THE language I am fondest of is Russian. It is a bruised sort of affection, like the residue of many years with an intense but difficult lover. No other language has caused me such pain, or given me such pleasure in the discovery of its quirks and beauty. Me too...
It starts with the pronunciation. Aside from consonants that don't exist in English and the "soft sign" (represented in this entry by an apostrophe), which softens the consonant before it, the vowels in Russian are big beefy things, requiring facial muscles that never get a workout in English. It's not just me, people... But the thing is, and I'm not making this up, really, it is the honest truth - I need to practice my Russian.
Some words are also beautifully evocative. There is a verb for the English phrase "to get lost in thought", which is made from the verb for "to think", the prefix za meaning behind or beyond, and the reflexive suffix. You could translate it as "to think oneself into the beyond". Inordinately??? In the bad old days, Pravda editors would sit at desks and make sure regardless what an article was about, it said something nice about Stalin. These days, Economist editors will sit at desks and make sure regardless what an article is about, it said something ridiculous about Russia. They must be giving Lucas free rein over there. Eddie, "Leave the Russians alone! Waaahhh! Just Leave them alone!"
In Russian this is an orotund, literary phrase--a direct translation, in fact, of the French à consommer de préférence avant. "Zhelatel'no upotrebit' do", repeated the driver, rolling his tongue around the words and lifting a hand from the steering wheel to trace their curvaceous cadences. "It is beautiful, cultured. And in your language?" He puckered his mouth sourly. "Best bee-for!" Read this article to the end. But don't blame me for it. Oh, and no, I've not begun reading The Economist. Pshaw. Hat tip for this goes to the fabulous (and cute too) Stalker. ~~~~~ So Sven was complaining in my last diary that there weren't enough photos of Putin in it. I agree. Here ya go, my Finnish friend!
"Poemless, I am very disappointed that you've not been practicing your Russian. Tsk tsk." Ok, mes amis. Thanks for reading and have a lovely week. Ciao!
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