Walking down the deserted street in the last minutes of dwindling twilight, I thought to myself: "What a quiet, perfect evening. It's almost as if 12 million other people don't even live here." Almost immediately, as if the collectivism of the city instantly rebelled against my unspoken observation, a burst of fireworks exploded in the air above my head and almost knocked me to my feet.
You know that Sheryl Crow song, "All I Wanna Do?" I know you do, just admit it. Right now, in CafeMax, they are playing a recording of the song with some monotone male Russian translating every line. It's an interesting variation on the original.
I feel bad for my livejournal. I write all my quasi-philosophical bullshit in my real journal so as not to clog others' friends pages with my dull wanna-be intellectual blather - which means that my journal is not much more than a way to keep track of various emails I don't feel like saving to a folder. It lacks the personality of an actual, tangible notebook with various scribbles, observations, and glued-in pictures/articles.
They're playing Tori Amos in CafeMax! And it's the very song that I equated with my first trip to St. Petersburg, at the very moment that I was mentally congratulating my livejournal for documenting two trips to Russia.
You know that Sheryl Crow song, "All I Wanna Do?" I know you do, just admit it. Right now, in CafeMax, they are playing a recording of the song with some monotone male Russian translating every line. It's an interesting variation on the original.
I feel bad for my livejournal. I write all my quasi-philosophical bullshit in my real journal so as not to clog others' friends pages with my dull wanna-be intellectual blather - which means that my journal is not much more than a way to keep track of various emails I don't feel like saving to a folder. It lacks the personality of an actual, tangible notebook with various scribbles, observations, and glued-in pictures/articles.
They're playing Tori Amos in CafeMax! And it's the very song that I equated with my first trip to St. Petersburg, at the very moment that I was mentally congratulating my livejournal for documenting two trips to Russia.
