Blog Note


Blog Note - March 11th, 2012 -


My goodness -- what a bad housekeeper I am! I could have sworn I'd written a note, but it appears that I have not...


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Love,

MK; 10:16 AM

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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Journal 92 - Middle Names Are For When We're In Trouble...

Journal 92


Friday - 11-26-10


Didn't go to the Excursion today, because it was supposed to be to a Beer Factory, with a tasting at the end -- seeing as how I don't drink, and had no desire to be sick, due to being around the beer making process…


Tried to hang out with Skee, like we talked about doing -- but I never heard back from him. It was weird, and a little disappointing, I won't lie. :|


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Turned the day into a Movie Day instead -- watched "Dirty Harry." =^__^= Epic.


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Left for my dance lessons. It was snowing!!! Not terribly heavy, but the snowflakes in the air were just beautiful… So I had a huge smile on my face all the way to the studio.


Unfortunately, as I suspected, Vitaly was there, but running late by over half an hour… So, by the time we started, he'd decided to only do one lesson. That is getting old. But I'd rather have one lesson than none… And, getting out early meant I could get to practice earlier, in the end.


Worked on Rumba. -- Some good moments -- Some very embarrassing moments. Pretty OK lesson all around.


Discussion of "chick" (like a baby chicken or a girl), in Russian vs. English. Also, some pronunciation moments of, "I'm Russian, this is how I make that noise!!!" as well as Vitaly trying to pull a fast one saying, "I use British English!" when I tried to correct pronunciation for something. (I told him, "Nice try," basically -- 'cause there was no British/American differential for the word in question!!)


Also, a lecture on Americans' middle names, which came about from my doing something correctly, and then failing so miserably, that Vitaly just looked at me, and then ran off a list of my names, from the shortest, most diminutive, all the way to my full, English name [which he basically never uses].


When I'd shaken off the shame of my mistake, I told him, "You know, if you really want me to know I've done wrong, you'd use my first AND middle names. {Insert my saying these names together.}


He repeats after me, and after considering my middle name, says:


"So, it's your Mom's name?"


"No."


"Ah. Your Grandma's name!"


"No."


"What??"


"Our middle names don't have to be tied to *anything.* We just get them. … The joke is, is that we only hear them when we are in trouble. So, if I hear you say, '____ _____!!!' (insert my first and middle names), Then I *know* I'm in trouble."


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Went to practice, worked with Roma. We were both a little tired, I think. Roma's had work all week, and I haven't been sleeping much. On the other hand, I was crazy excited, at intervals, because I liked the outfit I was wearing, and I was feeling good about some things.


No practice with Roma this weekend -- we won't see each other again until our lesson on Monday.


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Guy gave me candy on the Metro on the way home -- practically leaning on me under pretext of watching me play Mah Jong on my phone.


You might wonder why I didn't hit him, or move, or say stop, or what have you… I wondered myself in the middle of it all going on. Beyond not feeling any particular danger, and realizing that it was my stop, maybe a minute later, perchance this part of the conversation with my friend explains some of it.


Friend: In all seriousness, it's great that you have such faith in people.

Friend: That's good - but you give them too much credit sometimes.


Me: I know

Me: :(

Me: Sometimes it makes me feel pathetic

Me: But it's... What's the philosophy behind it... I realized it today, I'm a "victim" of this exact philosophy

Me: It's the "Universal Maxim" theory

Me: That we act in accordance with the world we'd like to believe we live in

Me: E.g.

Me: I accept candy from a stranger, because I want to believe that I live in a world where no random person will give me a poisoned chocolate


My friend then referenced the Russian/British spy scandal that involved someone being killed by a radioactive substance being slipped into someone's tea. I countered that it was a good thing I don't really drink tea, then.


The point being, is that I tend to have a profound, simple (child-like) faith in people sometimes. Or I tend to deal with a situation in a very simple, child-like manner. To wit: this is really only a minor annoyance, it's not hurting anyone, and I'm not in any real danger at this point, so, I'll roll with it. Why get stressed out to the otherwise?


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Jumping to something less serious… I'm looking forward to meeting up with Nastëna tomorrow!! [She and her partner just split…] We are going to go to the Tretyakov Gallery before I go to practice. She's never been before!! =^___^=


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