my so-called routine, part 1 (out of the total of 1 parts, maybe)


hey, hey
, we’re the monkeys and all that

i haven’t written anything worth in here for a while, and here finally comes a new something. i’ve started this almost a month ago, so i’m turning into some awfully lazy bum, yes.

To be honest, I somehow was sure that, as long as I leave the country (which is Russia, if you’re not very aware of my life, which is fine), everything would just completely change. That, as one young Alice, I would step into a completely different world, full of creatures, actions, and rules impossible to imagine. You know, people riding sewing machines to get to the Moon, and then going back to the Earth by just jumping very-very high (everyone knows that you can jump higher on the Moon than on the Earth because of the gravity and all these sci-stuff), and, during the whole process Moon singing his wonderful song about “Neil Armstrong walking on my face…” with his retarded voice of a chalked-faced idiot. Something like that. But I am still made of flesh and blood and breathing oxygen and laughing at stupid jokes no one else ever understands. There are still plenty of chavs and just not-good people in the world, and a part of them is still somewhere around me, and the cancer cure still isn’t invented. So, if there’s such thing as half-, or even quarter-frustration, than that’s exactly what I am experiencing here at the moment. Continue reading

just to let you know that i’m still alive, but can’t really be too bothered

Hey

i’m doing fine, thank you. if you care, you haven’t heard that much about my life recently because i don’t quite think i’m in the right mood (or moon, i don’t know) now to just sit down and write something worthwhile. sorry. but i’m working on some new stuff like an interview with Hanka, the lead vocalist of Jarret, a local band, and a collection of Czech lives, including many interesting and fascinating stories such as Thom‘s one, for example. and there’s even more waiting for you, i suppose. Continue reading

Hanka Skřivánková, the rock’n’roll housewife

I first saw her about two weeks ago. Hanka was on a gig at some local event with one of the bands she’s in, and I was on my way home from Tesco’s, as I was terribly ill, but had to buy some stuff for me and my roommate, who was even more ill. And yet, it occurred utterly impossible for me not to stay and watch Jarret perform weaving their indie-folk-rock-blues magic. More impossible it was not to walk up to them after the final song and ask for an interview. Continue reading

Image

some more photos

Yeah, that’s me again.

on the roof of our dormitory. what can i say?

it was raining. Daiana the Daiana wanted to go outside. i wanted to die, as usual (wanting to die IS a joke, i decided to put it here because the pictures are all kind of cool and all that, which is pretty unusual for the pictures of me, as i always happen to look more like on the last picture (the one with books, if anything). in fact, life is fantabulous here, don’t worry, mum). Continue reading

another almost-a-month-report (that one’s much bigger)

hi

yes, i’m postponing the post again. yes, i did promise you to post the post without any postmodernal and posterial postponing, but with all postindustrial and posturing posthaste. and, yes, here i am, postnataly, poswary postponing posting the post.

however, now i am here and i am now and you can’t escape and you can’t hide.

i apologise one more time for not reporting every second of my being here, in this fantabulously cozy fatherland of such great persons and personalities with unbearable names, as Jaroslav Hašek, Krtek and Hurvínek. i tried to recollect as much as possible, revised some drafts made on the go, and this is the best i came up with. to make understanding my existence easier for you, i divided the three-weeks period into several parts: setting off, my adventures in Prague, settling in and daily hustles and bustles.

and, by the way, i did manage to fail the last Friday test. got 16.5 points out of 31 possible. stipid fat cowish dumphead.

So, come with us now on a journey through time and space… Continue reading