A job. I want a job in architectural company of more than 10 ppl, in Workplace design. Please, be a doll.
Работу хочу. В архитектурной компании с не меньше, чем 10 сотрудников, и заниматься офисным дизайном. Как человека прошу.
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A job. I want a job in architectural company of more than 10 ppl, in Workplace design. Please, be a doll.
Far, far away, in misty Ireland, Kuzulka conducted an experiment”Feline and bacon”. Piece of flavorful fat, swinging from a twine was strategically tied to a branch to induce kittie’s jumping. (tricks of photographer’s trade…)
In the following lively discussion the question arose: what prize would you personally deem sufficient enough to make you jump for it, just like that silly cat?
At first I was rather small-scale: I wanted motivation for my cardio exercise (up! down! up! down!) – a box of German chocolates, perhaps? then I thought: that box should better contain a key to a charming apartment in a Portuguese sea resort and the round-trip tickets. Kuzulka, as usual, was operating globally: she suggested indecently big pile of UNTAXABLE money at her end of the rope. I changed my mind and agreed with her.
What about you, my dear readers?
[K]ак нам недавно сообщили, по передовым данным науки, государство также создаёт и богачей – иным словом, все классы созданы государством из первобытного хаоса.
В начале общество было пусто и безвидно, и Дух Государства витал над водами. И сказало Государство – да будет Рабочий Класс, и стал Рабочий Класс. И отделило государство Средний Класс от Рабочего Класса, и увидело, что это Хорошо. И постановило Государство, что Рабочий Класс будет работать, а Средний Класс – служить, по роду их, и назвало это Экономикой. И сказало Государство – да воскишит Экономика Дорогами, Мостами, Бизнесменами и Миллионерами. И стало так. И всё заверте…
What’s happen’n? ‘S-up?! Haven’t been able to access the net for 5 days: laptop repairs. But it seems nobody missed me much:45 emails in my inbox, and none of them from you, dear readers…
Жуткое дело, пропажа интернету – оторвалась от жизни категорически. Но, смотрю, отряд не заметил потери бойца: из 45 посланий в моём ящике – ни одного от вас, любезные читатели и комментаторы…
Read the excerpt from a book by Russian-Jewish mathematician Frenkel at New Criterion. It has been a long time since I’ve wandered to their domain…ever since Mesozoic era of GodOfTheMachine and Terry Teachout – 3 or 4 years at least.
The excerpt presented no surprises; described practice is familiar to every Jew who had a misfortune to be born in former SU. My own family lived through many similar experiences (well, there is no coincidence that I immigrated here on “Jewish refugee” status). My sister, for instance, when applied to one of Moscow colleges (not MGU, but similarly prestigious) and having passed all 4 exams with flying colors, failed to find her name in the “Accepted” list that was hung at the Rector’s after the completion of the exams. She appealed – and at the interview at the appeals committee was told her initial grade on two exams out of four was changed from 5 (the highest, equals “A”) to 3 (equivalent of “C”) . She asked why and was given the following answer: “Nobody with your last name should assume to be accepted to study here”. She returned, crying her heart out for 2 days and 3 nights in the long-distance train home. Then by advice she took another, also typical, detour: the following year she stayed home and worked as a technician in metallography laboratory. Next summer she went back to Moscow, submitted her work experience record and her written “workplace characteristic”, passed all exams again with excellent score and they had no choice but accept her as part of “talented worker youths” quota.
Anyway, as I said, it’s not the text that brought discoveries. It is the tone of the comments in the following thread. So much like anti-Semitic flame wars in Russian sector of LJ and so unlike patrician New Criterion of yore…Times change.
Heide Press. Bittersweet.
При том, что первый персонаж, как личность, мне отвратителен (я ему тоже: я атеистка), а второй – милейший, тончайший, приятнейший в общении человек.
Интересно, всегда так бывает, при конце света?
A week before Thanksgiving I went on a trip to visit my family. The calendar day for giving thanks is chosen randomly, so it makes more sense to opt for it when it suits me -and to fly at a time of no crowds in airports suits me better.
One day was especially sunny, and we went for a walk that became our tradition, year after year: a place called American Castle. I am grateful we were able to make it this year.
Enjoy it with me.
[more photos - in this Flickr set and in the lower right margin' window]
Lemme tell’ya, I was not impressed. No, sir, ma’am.
Since they installed those x-ray towers -two years, three? – I have been lucky and somehow was not subjected to their attention.
This time, however, came my turn. In both directions, with practically no line to security and no crowd. Flying back I was even frisked after x-ray, although in an “abridged” version: after I stepped out from the tower, my cheeks flushing, eyes down, I was stopped by an uniformed
SS-women TSA female operatives, and told one of them will pat my arms and back (even though I was wearing jeans and t-shirt, my arms bare), right there in the open. I was not given a choice in the matter (x-ray or search), nor was I given information of impact on my health of this unwanted procedure. I was frisked right after I was already humiliated by getting into the glass cylinder with painted yellow footprints on the floor and ordered to raise my hands above my head. On my left and right passengers stepping out of the machine had similarly downcast eyes and fake-frozen faces and hurriedly collected their belongings from plastic trays
Нечаянно заметила черновик поста, который написала по обещанию в треде австралийско-русского блога (во как заковыристо) в апреле с.г. Хотела было стереть совсем, да подумала, перечтя – оставлю на память…может, скоро и тема, и перечисленные имена попадут под запреты – а до того хоть кто-то увидит. Так и будем передавать факел/шёпот/беговую палочку, а ля Ференгейт451.
Прошлась по своему блогроллу: около половины – молчат. Давно уже молчат. Большинство из молчащих замолчали окончательно. Некоторые перешли на другие ресурсы*, как Хаспел, некоторые нет-нет да и вставят 5коп (на предельно нейтральные темы – “устал”, “а вот книжки”, “сравнительный анализ рецептов” &&&) -но интервал между копейками по месяцу а то и три.
Заинтересовалась и потыкала в блогроллы у тех, кто всё ещё шебуршится. Та же картина: последний пост за апрель 2009, или отчёты об отпуске, или возмущение строителями…
Картина маслом: “Приплыли”. Или ещё:”Перед Грозой”. Или…да подставьте любую многозначительность, на тошнотворно-знакомом советском эзоповом языке
*Скажу ещё раз
-о Твиттере: ресурс для нежелающих изливать душу. Или продумать до конца. Или пустить к себе в мысли.
-о Фейсбуке: ресурс однодневок. Или доска обьявлений.
…[T]oday starts a new course for my life. I’ve soured on electoral politics given what happened last night. I believe now the best course of action is outright revolt. What do I mean by that? Well, to each his own. Some may choose to push secession in their state legislatures. Others may choose to leave the U.S. for good (Costa Rica, Switzerland, Italy, Argentina, Hong Kong, Israel). Still others may want to personally separate themselves from the United States here in North America while still living under communist rule’ the Glenn Beck, grab your guns, food storage, build bunkers, survivalist route. I heartily endorse all these efforts. Express your hatred, shame, and outright disgust with anyone you know who voted Democrat
To some of my former friends -Nina, I am looking at you, among others – who pretend to be “above the squabble”: you are included. If you can not perceive, after all the talk in more than 4 years, the nature of your liberal friends – you are not better than them. The tactic asking “naive” question of the type:” Here’s what one Right blogger said about Obama’s 2nd term – what do you think of this quote”…”? – and then collecting couple of dozens of insulting remarks from the lefties but hypocritically banning lonely right voice for “a personal attack” – this tactic is not one of “objectivity”, it’s a tactic of licking collective Dem ass.
Plague on you and yours.
If I meet a Democrat in my life from here on out, I will shun them immediately. I will spit on the ground in front of them, being careful not to spit in their general direction so that they can’t charge me with some stupid little nuisance law. Then I’ll tell them in no un-certain terms: “I do not associate with Democrats. You all are communist pigs, and I have nothing but utter disgust for you. Sir/Madam, you are scum of the earth.” Then I’ll turn and walk the other way.
And now you can call me “fanatic” all you want.
Впервые я узнала это имя- Омни Ронен – из собщения о его смерти в журнале у Глумова.
От манеры Синявского, кажется, и пошел в нынешнем литературно-критическом жанре так называемый стёб как метод. Прежде он преобладал в советской пропаганде против Запада, а особенно — против сионизма (в такой словесности любили ссылаться на аргентинскую еврейскую газету “Unitas”, всегда именуя ее “Унитаз”). “Совок” унаследовал этот стиль.
На этой же странице, пролистав её на экране вверх, я заметила баннер “социальных сетей” . На логотипе Twitter стоит кнопка “Твитнуть”.
The day started at a polling site.
No machines, just a line to a table with a veeeeryyyyy slow poll worker writing and checking and rechecking something three times in her three lists. It took her 10 min to give me a voting card #70 and a ballot #71. Wait a minute…”I know, – she said, – someone just messed up her ballot, so she had to get another, and that screw up the whole system”. (What? The system is so easily screwed up?) Then I took this arrangement to a sort of a podium with curtains above (rather frivolous, as the curtains only come down to table height), looked through and started checking the “R”s and “L”s. Wait [another] minute…I am not supposed to! instead of “check” I have to to fill in the small ellipse with black ink! The instruction on the wall severely told me no ballot counts if I step even tiny bit over the outline of the ellipse…I went back to my district table and demanded another ballot. “What’s wrong w/it? – said Mr. Donnovan The Coordinator (approx 150 yo), snatching my ballot and looking it over before I thought to protest – oh, that’s OK, the scanner will take it anyway”. But I was strong – and spent another excruciating 15 min, repeating the sign-up and triple re-checking. Still at the end Mr Donovan tried to switch the ballots for a messed up instead of the empty one…
- Luckily, someone talked him some sense .
- Do they look like “students” to you?
- This is, actually, something I wanted to write a separate post about: election is in 2 days. Poll sites destroyed, NY Board of Elections announced on their website their Staten Island office is closed indefinitely, nobody replied to my email asking for information on additional proposals on the ballot. Also, consider this: SI has been one borough in NY City consistently voting Republican.
Thank you, Vinny, for reminding me that I, too, can congribute – I should have thought of that 3 or 4 days ago! – but I would rather volunteer my labor and time than money. And I’d prefer no association with religious or government organizations; so I’ve written an RFI in LJ Rusam and Ru_Newyork communities. One of the comments was very helpful: a list of volunteer and other opportunities in Brooklyn for today and later. I found a couple places that sound good for my criteria and will go there shortly.
Some sites are still asking for warm clothes; before my move I have sorted things in my closets and then donated the surplus to Salvation Army. So it happens that now I have very little to offer in that regard, but will pack what I can spare and offer it at
Pour House (7901 3rd Ave, Bay Ridge)*. Will update later.
* They are closed. Through the door’s glass I saw a leaflet pasted on interior door: “we will only accept gift cards so we can buy supplies. Leave all other donations @ offices of Gentile and Gold[sic! Golden]“. And how am I to lag my bags there? Golden’s office replied they will accept donations today from 11am to 3pm. That’s fine and good, but not what I wanted to do.
I’ll re-post two of emails I received from various businesses – I am on their distribution list, not because I communicated with them now. These are the “immoral cruel capitalists” our president and his administration hate so much. Can government ever do anything as helpful and as selfless?