This is Fedya, my parents’ cat. Everything he thinks of me and, quite possibly, the world at large, is summed up by this picture. Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I was attacked by a huge moth. I called for reinforcements. My brother and I swatted at the Mothra monster with a baseball batContinue reading “Funkyzeit mit Fedya”
Category Archives: Personal Essays
Dew-covered chocolate on Trukhanov Island
I think that every person, every once in a while, must greet the sunrise in a strange place, preferably a beautifully strange place, and perhaps with a breakfast of last night’s champagne leftovers and a bit of dew-splashed chocolate. In the case of Sasha and I, we also had the apricots that some guy droppedContinue reading “Dew-covered chocolate on Trukhanov Island”
Mud and Michael
I love how the legendary Dead Sea mud glitters on my shoulder here. I love the way my bathing suit carries its fresh, mineral smell now [ETA: I wrote it was “herbal” before. I must have been more tired than I originally thought]. I spent a little too much time at the hotel watching MichaelContinue reading “Mud and Michael”
Monday Music: the Yaroslava Edition
I’ve been reading the excellent Phonogram. Thinking about music as a kind of amber that can preserve both the beautiful and the bloody. In Kiev last week, I toook a break from Phonogramming away and met a friend for drinks comparatively late one night, then caught one of the newer marshrutkas home. Now this particular death-on-wheelsContinue reading “Monday Music: the Yaroslava Edition”
Being nearly 25, unmarried, female and from Kyiv
Being thus is a flashing green light for anyone who is dying to quote out loud that awesome thing they read this morning on the metro in a women’s magazine. Being thus is that pause in conversation. Being thus is the following phrase: “Get married, you can always have affairs later!” Being thus is rememberingContinue reading “Being nearly 25, unmarried, female and from Kyiv”
Natalia A. 