Update to Conversation-1.
So, I did call at 7:45am, right after jumping out of bed. While listening to “nobody’s there” signals, I also cleaned my teeth, changed my sheets and made myself first cup of coffee (and I don’t use drip). Finally, in the war of nerves, I won: a post office clerk, annoyed by the [...]
Posts Tagged ‘life’s trifles’
Conversation-2
Posted in let's talk, tagged casual stupidity, in transit, life's trifles, state on November 21, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Conversation
Posted in let's talk, tagged casual stupidity, corruption, in transit, life's trifles, state on November 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
-Good morning! Thanks for picking up. Can you find out what happened to my package?
-[with heavy Chinese accent: "but", for ex., becomes "baaaah?"] Oh, package. You break up. Was it package or a letter?
-Package. A week ago I received first “notice of absence” from a mailman “. It said on a notice that you will [...]
This is how fortunes are made!
Posted in let's talk, tagged craigslist find, fun and games, life's trifles, turbulences on November 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
No, no, dude, don’t offer it for free! It’s a rarity – look at the history of Philatelic Errors! You could become independently [from Chicago culture...] rich. In a few hundred years.
Orange, extra large, cotton t shirt with Chicago Olympic 2016 logo on it…didn’t happen didn’t stop em from printing the t shirts now did [...]
Peace
Posted in let's talk, tagged domestic duties, gender differences, life's trifles, turbulences on October 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
- Голос у тебя нехороший – ты не заболел, зайчик мой?
- Заболел. Горло болит.
-ОХ боже мой. Слушай, у меня как раз есть курица. Давай я завтра принесу к тебе, сделаю бульон. Я бы дома сделала, да такого большого термоса у меня нет.
-Нет. Не ходи. Не вари. Я устал. Покою хочу.
-А ты что, на рaботе был [...]
“Just a thought”
Posted in let's talk, tagged artifacts, blogs, life's trifles, opinions on October 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
You know the world is upside down when the poor are fat, the rich thin, and trash is fashionable. I honestly doubt if that has ever been quite as true as today. Perhaps we deserve economic doom.
Neoneocon’s commenter Doom.
Melange-2
Posted in let's talk, tagged artifacts, life's trifles, seasons on October 22, 2009 | 3 Comments »
yesterday in Mat Pilates, during one especially strenuous and prolonged sequence, requiring control of three groups of muscles and concentration on breathing, I glanced to my right and saw a woman reading real-time stocks ticker on her Blackberry. While supporting herself perfectly bridge-balanced on the toes of one leg and on the upper back, head [...]
I know these are tough times, but…
Posted in let's talk, tagged casual stupidity, economy, inter-nets, life's trifles on September 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
would there actually be people gullible enough to answer the “job offer” spam from a sender with a name Kazuo Pendergraft?
And if that wasn’t enough, here’s the particulars of this excellent job he (?) is offering:
We don’t have a fixed salary for this vacancy. We will pay you USD7.00 for every 1Kb of the corrected [...]
Objects derailed
Posted in let's talk, tagged artifacts, austrian empire, books, designer's tales, душекопание, E-e, identity, life's trifles, me, photo on September 6, 2009 | 2 Comments »
There was something I collected for its own sake, and persistently, for a long time: electrical-mechanical junk. To this day I have a special feeling for broken bells, alarm clocks, old radio coils, telephone speakers and in general for objects derailed, worn out, abandoned, and which are given for the last time a chance to [...]
Life goes on
Posted in let's talk, tagged healthcare, life's trifles, photos on August 13, 2009 | 9 Comments »
Немудрящие радости [Simple pleasures]
Posted in let's talk, tagged заметы, life's trifles, me on July 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Как всё же замечательно, проспавши до 9, и охая болящей поясницей, рвануть непозавтракавши в спортзал на Пилатес. Послушно дыша под размеренный счёт, упрямо наплевать на возмущённые сигналы плеч, и брюха, и спины – а уж шея-то как вопила! – и выдержать до конца часовую муку. На подгибающихся лапах выползти на улицу (насквозь мокрые волосы, пятна [...]





