Natalia Antonova

Let’s Hear It For the Boy

My boss might think that Chelsea are “just like the Yankees now,” but, if anything, my soft spot for the boys in blue has grown even more considerable. He has not had a sparkling season, but my lad Andriy was in top form today, as Chelsea found itself at the top of Champions League GroupContinue reading “Let’s Hear It For the Boy”

Monday Night Poetry Club

Matching my mood, word-for-word: Mr. Flood’s Party Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure,Continue reading “Monday Night Poetry Club”

Bloody Hell

I was flipping through a magazine a few days ago and, lo and behold, here is another one of these inane “I Am African” ads. The sentiment is, ostensibly, good: let’s raise awareness about AIDS issues, whilst remembering that we are all “out of Africa.” But the way in which these people have gone aboutContinue reading “Bloody Hell”

Self-Portrait

Yesterday, we were watching “America’s Next Top Model” (yeah, I know, I know) and getting sloshed, and it dawned on me that you are your own best photographer, really. I learned that both in front of the camera, and behind it. And I have been known to combine the two pursuits. Like this, for exampleContinue reading “Self-Portrait”

So… Nervous Breakdown at Work Today

Sallie Mae is playing mind-games with me, and I am tired. First they say they’ve “denied” my forbearance after I press them on the subject (they didn’t even tell me that it was denied, I found out all on my own, oh, clever, resourceful little me), now they’re saying that they had no idea whyContinue reading “So… Nervous Breakdown at Work Today”