Есенин-1998, перевод с великорусского на новомосковский

Do you live еще, моя старушка?
Live и I. Hallo тебе, hallo!
Let it flow over your избушка
Evening свет in our big село.
I am told, что ты, тая тревогу,
Miss me шибко under lonely moon,
Что ты often ходишь на дорогу
In old-fashioned second-hand шушун.
And you see в вечернем синем мраке
Holy Jesus, same shit - oh, Gosh! -
That somebody мне в кабацкой драке
Саданул под сердце Finnish нож.
But relax, родная! Успокойся.
This is only тягостная бредь.
I am not a fucking alcoholic,
Чтоб тебя не видя, умереть.
I am still такой же очень нежный,
And I dream, my darling, лишь о том,
Чтоб скорее from тоски мятежной
To get back in низенький наш дом.
I'll return, когда раскинет ветви
Our garden - старый белый сад.
But I bet you, mama, на рассвете
Wake me not like восемь лет назад.
Do not wake того, что отмечталось,
Don't excite того, что не сбылось, -
Слишком early losses and усталость
To experience мне привелось.
Don't teach me how to pray. Не надо!
To the old возврата больше нет.
You're my only помощь & отрада,
You're my only несказанный свет.
So forget about your тревога,
Не грусти and I shall come back soon.
Don't go so often to дорога
In old-fashioned second-hand шушун.

If it makes you happy

After a beer and some interesting conversation, this is the song playing in my head, so of course I must share with the world, or whatever small following I have:

Bicycles

When I was a kid I fell of my bike and hurt myself pretty badly. I haven't gotten on one since. Yet, I love driving cars. I wanted a car from probably the age of 13-14 (when I fell of my bike) and took driver's ed so that I could get my license as quickly as possible. By 17, I had a full fledged license and by 18 I leased my first car. I like the simple luxuries of life. My first car was by no means luxurious, it was a Civic, but it got me from Point A to Point B and it was reliable. I am reliable. I will never drive a hot, red Ferrari, and I will never be one. I'm the tasteful luxury brand that's not quiet a Honda but not a Maserati either, above the regular cars, a bit of luxury, but very reliable, practical and will last for many years. In order for any car to last, it needs tune-ups and oil changes and in good hands, it will ride a long time. I may never be a Lamborghini, but I'm no bicycle.

Happy March 8!

Для женщины в жизни немногое надо:

Чтоб в сумочке были духи и помада,

Брасматик и тени, чтоб взгляд был разящий,

На пальце в кольце бриллиант настоящий.

Нарядов немного… Зачем задаваться?

Чтоб за год не больше трех раз повторяться.

Чтоб кофе в постель с круасаном хрустящим

Любви как в кино, только чтоб настоящей.

Работать чтоб с часу, ведь утром так спиться,

А в два по домам, чтоб по ходу скупиться.

Ведь шопинг у женщин полезен безмерно

Системе центральной, моментами нервной.

В квартире достаток, под цвет глаз машина…

Но главное умный, достойный мужчина.

Который подарит помаду и тени,

Кольцо с бриллиантом, привстав на колени.

Пригонит машину, обставит квартиру,

В любви фору даст даже Ричарду Гиру.

А если таких еще нету на свете,

То пусть хоть подарит тюльпанов букетик,

А все остальное мужскими руками

Тихонько доделают женщины сами.

С праздником!!!

Open Your Eyes

And make reality disappear. Open your eyes and relive the vivid dream you had last night. Open you eyes and find yourself in the middle of a sprawling jungle. Open your eyes and hold your best friend's hand. Open your eyes and open your heart. Open your eyes and look inside yourself horizontally. Open your eyes and touch your nose. Open your eyes and find everything you've been looking for. Open your eyes and smell your mother's cooking. Open your eyes and forget. Open your eyes and hug a child. Open your eyes and discover your inner child/beast. Open your eyes and stop searching for a deeper meaning. Open your eyes and laugh out loud. Open your eyes and face your biggest fear. Open your eyes and fall asleep. Open your eyes and make love. Open your eyes and remember. Open your eyes and grasp reality. Open your eyes and see...

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It's ALWAYS the little things

I'm on the train! Yay! It's 7 pm. Yay! I will have a home cooked or at the very least a meal at home. Yay!

What's with all the excitement? Well, for starters it's nice to leave before 9, get (at the very least eye rest from staring at the screen all day), not eat takeout and be peacefully exhausted and stressed out at home instead of the office.

It's the little things that make me happy. It's always the little things that make us happy. I don't care that I'm standing or that the dude behind me reeks of alcohol or that the little asian man pushed me out of the way. I'm happy that I'm going home. I'm happy that I can blog. I am thankful for the little things. At the end of the day, it's the details that enrich our lives. It's the five-minute call or a three word text that matters. It's the flowers on a random Tuesday. It's the question from mama, "did you eat yet?" and the statement from papa, "I bought this kolbasa" (even though he knows I won't eat it).
It's my sister emailing me 3000 hideous dresses because she trusts my taste. It's my manager saying "thanks for staying." It's my cousin diligently leaving comments on my blog. It's hubs making me dinner. It's J texting me to find out if I got home okay. It's changing the name from "Ted" to "Theodore" and "Mike" to "Michael" so that the client doesn't come back with changes. It's the rounding of $12 to the first partner. It's K convincing me to sign up for pilates. It's the extra hour of time to find an invitation, a favor, a dress. It's the extra thought that makes a great party. It's $150 for custom stamps and a tuxedo for B (a bulldog). It's the emails to the bridesmaids. It's a phone call to ask for an opinion. It's a drink with old friends. It's a Sarbucks Triple Grande Skim Latte expensed on a Monday morning because we just worked the entire weekend. It's "can I help you?" and it's "mwa." It's all the little things in no particular order that make up our existence. It's ALWAYS the little things.

Mwa

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Restless

I am still me, but I'm older (not wiser), my propeller no longer works with the same speed as it used to. Maybe it not me, it's you?

Maybe working over 120 in a two-week cycle is beginning to catch up with me? Maybe I'm just tired of the mundaness? Maybe I need to change my hair again? It's easier then changing my life (and it's something I do at an average of 3 times a year). I've made friends and lost friends and found them again. I've gone through school, various jobs and a plethora of names/faces/clothes. I am tired, but I can't sit still. Even if the propeller isn't spinning at the same speed, as long as whatever those things are called are turning, I will be the same'ol me. (No rhyme intended).

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"Argument is meant to reveal the truth, not to create it." - Edward de Bono

Random Tuesday

No, I didn't get flowers, but I did leave work early enough to take the train, and to blog. I know I've been neglecting this pastime lately. As I have many others like photography, shopping and just hanging with friends. Yes, work takes a lot out of me, but mostly it's just laziness, lack of encouragement and drama?. Maybe the drama isn't a bad thing. Life has always been complicated and with each passing day, more "stuff" happens. Maybe its the lack of inspiration.

To recap, besides work and my bed I haven't seen much of anything or anyone lately. But we have made progress in planning my friend's bridal shower. Nobody has the time. Everyone works, everyone wants to participate and everyone is tired and doesn't know where to start. Enter, Alla. I'm not tired, I don't work, I just have good ideas and I
know how to make them happen. I am so in the wrong field. Until some potential clients come my way and enough of them to make me leave, there will be no work-life balance. We are meeting the recruiter for beers after busy season to see what he can offer. I did manage to escape to a wonderful dinner with the "I" girls at the Woo on Saturday
and to see "he's just not that into you" (I realize it's supposed to be cap, but I'm too tired) with a whole bunch of girls on Friday. It was my girls and my work girls and everyone was ready to pass out by the time the movie ended. J passed out at the movie, in the car.

Oh so it's official (supposedly), which means I can blog about it. Two of my "favorite" managers are now dating. After last busy season, she is getting a divorce and transferred groups and he broke up with his long-term, live-with girlfriend. And they say office romance isn't possible! The K-1 parties till 3 am make anything possible!

There's a lot of politics at work and few are PC, but I want March 1st to come and go and see what develops. It's a shaky world with a very shaky economy, but sometimes you gotta shake it up a bit more!

Toodles

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Thankless

My biggest pet-peeve is feeling underappreciated. That means in terms of everything - relationships, friendships, work, etc. Is it really that hard to say "thank you"? Is it hard to let someone know that you know they took that extra step? Everyone has been and has taken
someone and something for granted. I don't need a monument, nor do I deserve one for anything I have done up to this point in my life (let's revisit in a few years), but sometimes a simple thanks would be nice. I'll be back at my thankless job tomorrow (even if I lived there, which I practically do, it still wouldn't be enough)!

Because I don't say it enough either, thanks to those of you that read my blog out of courtesy and that read it out of curiousity. Thank you to those who have it bookmarked in your phone, in you RSS feeds or just check it from your i-phone. Thank you to those who follow it religiously and to those who follow randomly and thank you to those reading for the first time.

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I <3 xkcd!

It's been a while...

Hello my dear subscribers, avid readers and random blog junkies! I'm back. 2009 is finally upon us and thus far it has been no better than 2008 - death, war, busy season. Some of these events have touched me personally, others just fit well into the sentence. I've spent a wonderfully cold day in Paris and it was everything that I expected itto be. I fell in love with the city of love! Although, my follow up week in Paris didn't happen this time around, I know I'll be back and fall in love all over again with all the sights and sounds and even the not so pleasant French.

I spent two and a half weeks in Israel and that has been an interesting experience to say the least. Of course it is not my first, but my fourth time there so all touristy activities were
scratched off the list. I did want to go to Jerusalem (I even wrote a note to put in the wailing wall while still in Brooklyn) but all events combined prevented me from making that trip. I love Israel. I love the people and more importantly I love my family and friends that are there. We didn't spend nearly enough time with most as we would've liked, but it was nice to see everyone, catch-up, reminisce, laugh and cry.

On the second weekend of our arrival Israeli troops entered Gaza. We found out as we were on the train from Tel Aviv to Nahariyya when a soldier picked up his "peliphone" and started talking Hebrew, he then asked whoever was on the other line if "they've heard the news?" in Russian and just when my ears perked up to listen to the news he switched back to Hebrew. We found out soon enough. Israel is an interesting place because for a country of such miniscule size you don't know that you're in a nation at war unless you're directly in the warzone. Such was the case when 4 rockets were dropped on Nahariyya on January 8. Fifteen miles south and 2 hours later it seemed as if nothing happened. Does that mean that people get used to it? According to my census, no, but they learn to deal with it. They learn to call each other to make sure they are alright, to offer help, etc.

That same day I witnessed my first (and hopefully last) siren (I'll be back in Israel in August). I was surprised at how calmly I reacted to the situation - running out of the car, kneeling down in someone's back yard and opening the door to a stranger's house to hide in their meclad (bomb shelter). The image of the twelve year old girl hysterically crying the entire time we were there is something that I won't be able to shake from my head for long. Yet, I was calm...that is until we got into the car. I can honestly say that for the first time in my many times in Israel I felt genuinely scared. Then we attended a funeral.

As my cousin told me earlier that morning (when he called to make sure the bombs in Nahariyya weren't too near us), "your trip just keeps getting better and better." It was a rough trip, but it also taught me that people are people and must always remain humane. Strangers often help more than relatives and the arab/german doc that said "gazuntheit" made the patient's day, unlike the Russian nurse who rushed in to take blood without gloves and ran out even quicker when her cell phone rang.

I can go on for hours, but I will say one thing as my stop is near, I love Israel. It is my country and yours. I don't defend all military action, I don't condemn the killing of civilians, but I support my cause. Until the world wakes up and realizes what monster we are fighting and unite against it, nothing will change. Terror happens everywhere (Israel, NY, Paris, London, Spain, Buenos Aires, Mumbai) and it's not just hatred toward "JUICE" (hyperlink to follow) it's a hatred for peace, for humanity, for progress. It's disgust with all things civilized and fanatic belief in made up stories. It's terror that makes this world a scary place.

So please, don't sit quietly and watch one-sided news - join networks, fb groups, attend funddraisers, but really, really, really support Israel in the fight against a world enemy - Terror!

(For links, feel free to email or comment)

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Surreal Day

I won't preach and I won't be long, but until the world sees terrorism for what it is, NOTHING will change. You don't get used to bomb fire, the wail of the siren or the loss of loved ones. Yes, the human is designed to withtand a large amount of stress, loss and pain. Yet, it doesn't hurt less each time. The War generation (as I call them, because I don't know the technical term) is slowly (or quickly, depending how you look at it) going and no generation had as much hardships as them - war, loss, immigration, sickness. Yet, they are strong, stronger than most of us that are a third of their age. They suffered greatly and as hard as it is, for some the suffering is done.

The last two weeks have been a crazy whirlwind. What was supposed to be a few weeks of rest turned into hecticism. I won't write more now, because I don't want those reading to worry, but once I'm back home, I promise to be more explicit.

L.A. may your soul rest in peace and may you know that your loved ones were with you from beginning to the end and what you weren't so sure of, really happened the way you wanted it to.

The last day of the year

Since this is the last day of the year, it's the last post of the year. I may have taken a hiatus from my blog, but life has been filled with things to talk about. Time is what's been lacking. I am currently writing this from the Holy Land. Unfortunately, there's a war going on now. The war like all wars is stupid. People that don't have value for their own life shouldn't make decisions for others. 2008 was a year of loss for so many of us. It took so many loved ones away from us, people that cherished life and had a desire to live, while others are strapping on bombs and blowing themselves up.

On the way to the Holy Land we spent a day in the city of Love. I am in LOVE with Paris. It's just so ummm . . . Paris. We took an overview trip around the city and have a picture next to most famous landmarks, but 10 hours doesn't give the city justice.

Either way, I am preoccupied now, I'll to write some more in a bit, but Happy New Year. May 2009 be a year of gain and not loss. May you and yours be healthy and may this world see clear and peaceful skies.

Shalom.

Happy Hannukah!

I wish I had something smart to say.

Something smart...
Something smart...
Something smart...

Nope, nada, not today :)

Ideas welcome.

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I hate this year, united airlines and pretty much everything else at the moment...

I'm # 4 on a standby list for a 7:35 flight...otherwise, I'm scheduled for a 9pm flight (with a $150 change fee)...the 3 flights before mine were delayed...4 flights this morning were cancelled and I didn't get on a flight that was supposed to fly out at 5:30 but flew out at 6:50 because I have checked in a bag...because "I can't voluntarily separate from my bag"...if they lose it, that's okay!

And now the 7:35 flight which I am NOT guaranteed a seat on is delayed half hour. Now the screen says I'm #9. Great!

Traveling has become so cumbersome, the lines out of control, the staff cut and the ones that are left are incompetent. They charge you $15 to check in a bag, $39 for an exit row seat and deliver zero service. The pilot just got himself a hot dog and standing by the gate talking on the phone. Now that sure makes me feel safe. Yet my bottle of coke was mistaken for a granade. My bag had to be searched and coke tossed out.

So voluntarily separating from a suitcase I can deal with. Involuntarily separating people from those they love is unfair, unjust and just plain wrong. My condolences are with those that have lost someone today. This year has been emotionally difficult. It separated a lot of people from those they love. It took my grandmother. Yet, for better or worse, I'm not sure, this life does go on. When the end of the year nears, people can't wait for it to be over, to start fresh. Yet, the same sh*t happens year in and year out just to different people. The last two years have been hell, but maybe the bull will be bullish. Nobody can bring our loved ones back, but maybe
He can take our prayers to them.

To everyone that lost something in 2008 - keys, sanity, apartment, love, hope, a job, health, a mother, a grandfather, a grandmother. My thoughts and prayers are with you. May 2009 be a year of gain and not loss and may I get on this flight, please!

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Costa Rican Pix

Some Humor

as we are preparing for the holiday season, Santa's Gmail:
















another great one from http://xkcd.com/

Precious Life

We all know it. We've heard it a thousand times. We've even said it. Yet, seldom do we realize it. Each passing year, month, day, hour, minute, second, our lives are passing us by. We must prepare for the worst, hope for the best; live each day to the fullest without any regrets.

How realistic is that? How naïve? Where do we draw the line? How do we say goodbye?

Pust zemlya ey budet puhom. My heart and deepest condolences are with you.

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Turkey Day, Black Friday, Cyber Monday and other musings

So the long weekend came and went (rather quickly, if only the weeks flew by like that). I had big plans for getting things done (like my laundry, for example) and of course, no such thing happened. I had two turkey dinners with family, played Buzz (the modern version of Trivial Pursuit), ordered in sushi with friends (twice), saw a movie, got done with the first draft of CR pix and just bummed out at home -overall a successful weekend. I did no shopping as I think you have to be close to suicidal to shop on Black Friday, but I did manage to snag not one, but two pairs of Choos at Saks today for a ridiculously low price. Of course, I'm uber excited and uber tired as busy season doesn't seem to end and I'm forced to watch SATC reruns into the wee hours of the night as no new episodes of Lipstick Jungle (please don't cancel it) and Starter Wife did not air on Friday (not only do the shows run on the same day, but they have the same days off!!) I think that was the longest run-on sentence imaginable. Oh well. I speak what's on my mind. Well, no. I have a bit of tact and respect for people I associate with and I'm long past airing my dirty laundry to anyone with a sense of smell. The mundane things I can blog about, the personal, well that stays personal.

As for my laundry, hopefully I can get it done today because considering that I have another flight to catch this weekend, a few birthdays to celebrate and a plethora of work and pre-training, as usual I'm short on time. The propeller in my behind may not work nearly as fast as it used to and now I may actually enjoy spending a day laying on the beach doing nothing or even a day bumming out at home, I still love the hustle and bustle. That's why I love NYC. There's always life in the city, there's always commotion, there's always something going on and no matter how many bolts there are on your door, how tightly you close your blinds or how hard you try to push the world out, there's still life peaking through. Even though, you want to run from everyone and everything, there's always someone knocking at your door. It's only your choice to answer it, however.

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Catch Phrases from CR I don't want to forget

That's awesome! (a phrase used very often)

Jesus Christ Lizard (because it actually walks on water)

Oh-My-God Bridge (there was a lot of these - no borders, one lane, one wrong move and you're in the water)

Da Sasha? (a phrase used exclusively by Inna, but rather frequently)

Con Mucho Gusto (in response to our frequently used Muchas Gracias, and that's as far as our Spanish went)

Costa Rican Adventures

I'm flying over Cuba on my way home from the tropical paradise of Costa Rica. After 11 days of no service, I'm finding it rather difficult to use my blackberry, but I want to blog before I get back to the hustle and bustle of Nueva York. I love New York - nothing beats it, but vacationing is ALWAYS nice. Our flight is over an hour ahead of schedule, which is great considering I'm working tomorrow and then totally enjoying Turkey Day weekend.

Oh ye, so about Costa Rica...it was a vacation of many firsts, many extremes, many good people and many good times. I saw a volcano for the first time. Moreover, Volcano Arenal is active and although it was pretty hazy the two times we attempted to see it, we did see the lava flowing. We never made it to Paos because of the crazy rain and wind knocking down trees and blocking the road, but there's always google. We survived a mild earthquake which supposedly rippled all the way from Panama and measured 2 on the Richter scale. We white-water rafted and ziplined (I almost peed my pants, but had a blast). I woke up with a fever of 101.1 my first night in CR and drank Theraflu religiously for the first half of my trip.

I realize that I'm jumping all over the place (as usual), but the last 10 days have flown by and I'm just trying to recollect the details. Issimo Suites was amazing - I've never received such courteous, wonderful and with a sense of humor service as - did there! As with everything there were a few glitches (a toilet that didn't always flush, a mouse that beat me down the stairs), but from the welcome Mojito to the departure chocolates, everything was beyond great - a 10 meter view of the jungle and ocean, a two-floor jacuzzi (not that I'd ever get into one) suite, amazing food and a truly wonderful staff. The owner, Timothy was cool too - he introduced himself, talked with us for a few minutes and went to work along with the construction crew renovating his hotel. Whenever we saw him, he chatted with us, gave us some advice about what to do in the area and proceeded to work. Although, we never saw the monkeys that he promised, we know they were there :). Nothing beats boutique service! Oh and we met some really interesting couples - around mid 40s from New Orleans - the girls are all friends from high school, one of which now lives in CR (for the last two years) because her husband is a developer - the other two couples (one of which are also contractors) came to visit and white-water raft. They were all obviously well off, but very down-to-earth athletic and just all around great. So after Issimo and Manuel Antonio, the attempt to see Poas, we arrived at the all-inclusive Papagayo Hilton.

I don't know what was in the water, but I had the runs, so my all inclusive alcohol option was pretty much a waste after the first day of pineapple malibus and rums. By the way, the pineapple in CR is AMAZING as are the bananas, I swear that's all I ate! So at the Hilton we met more really cool people - a bunch of guys working for the US Coast Guard fixing planes, a couple from Chicago where he sells nuclear medicing and she is a tri-athlete (aka stay at home mom), a couple from Vancouver, traveling with their very adorable kids, where he just created the company that allows hotels to make travel reservations (earning $10 Mil a year in revenues) and she was a really cool Kiwi that hugged the porcelain after one to many shots of tequila (but really clarified the difference between Aussies and Kiwis: Kiwi girls put out, Aussies don't). Oh and Taylor, the 4.5 year old adorable son is "pretty sure that you don't have to pay for a babysitter", every fruit is his favorite and "they travel quiet a bit". As for the Coast Guard, Speedy was hysterical and Nate was a really cool suite mate that missed his photographer wife after being away from home for almost a month (isn't everyone a photographer these days?). It seemed that we were the only ones actually paying for our room at the Hilton, but regardless it was totally worth it - the black sand beach, the volley-ball game that made my necklace snap, the kayaking, the safari of bugs I've never seen before outside my room, the frog in the bathtub and the grasshopper the size of my thumb (I'm NOT exaggerating) on the bed, the hike to the food area on a 33 acre property. Oh and there was Rod the Continental steward that promised me buddy airfares to Paris for $300...a girl can dream, right? And it just hit me, Nate looks like Matt Damon - I couldn't quiet place it
before...anyway they just served airplane food that I won't eat, but I wanna catch some zzz's before work tomorrow...more to come, especially after I go through the 2000 pictures I think we took - the monkeys having sex, the crocodiles, the beautiful scenery and the only other thing that I forgot to mention (well, not the only, I'm sure), colones are worth nothing - all prices are in USD and they prefer taking $ to their own currency and you get a better rate using $ then colones -
weird...oh and we had to pay airport taxes at the airport (in addition to taxes paid when purchasing an airline tickets), my ATM card stopped working (I think they saw way too many transactions in CR and tried calling me to verify, but given the fact that I was actually in CR and with no service (Verizon lying bastards), they probably put a hold on my account - oh well, I guess ill deal with that in NY...and now I actually am flying over Havanna, Cuba and I could see it from the left side window, too bad, I'm sitting on the right. :)

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Another cool day!

I´m not sure if anyone is following my blog while I´m away, but I´m so overwhelmed by all my experiences that I must write it down before I forget it all.

Today we went white-water rafting and boy was it fun. It was such an adrenaline rush and just all around fun. Also went to the butterfly garden and saw some really beautiful butterflies and a strekozel. Tomorrow, we´re going Zip-Lining (look it up) . . . We met really cool people from New Orleans and everyone is super friendly despite the dirt roads (not sure what one has to do with the other). I think I´m writing a whole bunch of garbage right now, but it doesn´t matter, I´m having a blast! Off to bed to get ready for another active day, hopefully without any earthquakes or electric outages (as happened during dinner)!

A Day of Adventure

So I went to sleep early last night . . . then got up and walked down 4 flights of stairs to wish my very close friend a Happy 25th Birthday . . . except, her birthday is on the 20th and not the 19th, but I guess that happens on vacation . . . which is a good thing :)

So after sending my birthday wishes to two of my friends a day early on FB, I went to sleep to be woken up at about 2 a.m. because my bed was shaking and the cups from my theraflu and tea were dancing on my coffee stand . . . there was an earthquake . . . 2 on the Richter Scale as it turned out, so that was fun . . . then we got up at a quarter to seven to go white water rafting! That´s earlier than I get up for work!!! It was AMAZING!!!! I´ve never done it before, but the 15 mile strech was scary and fun and just all around awesome!!! Now shower, lunch and off to the butterfly garden!!!

P.S. Met some really cool people from New Orleans that are staying in our hotel . . . one of their friends lives here, her husband is a developer . . . interesting stuff . . . anyway, ta ta for now!

CR Day 2

So after a loooong day of no sleep, flying, sight-seeing, hot springs and all around excitement, I didn´t sleep half the night because I had the chills and a fever. This morning, I woke up with a fever of about 38 or 101.1 to be exact. After a few advils and some TheraFlu, I felt better but had planned on staying in. I´m glad I took the trip to Monteverde, although the 100km journey took about 4 hours to complete in each direction, given the winding dirt roads (on which one wrong turn can send you flying off a cliff), I missed out on the ziplines, because I felt really weak. I´m using the hotel computer, hence no pics, it´s been raining most of the day today and now, I´m just about ready for bed.

Costa Rica Day 1

So, we made it on our red eye flight, drove through some crazy local roads, saw beautiful flora and fauna, had a great and it started raining while we were eating, by the time we were done the rain has stopped! Our hotel is 10 times more beautiful than the pictures. Our room has a view of the Arenal Volcano, we´re heading to the hot springs now and then to see the volcano erupt, if it clears up. Pix and commentary to follow!

Off we go, Ta Ta for now!

I'm tired of politics. . .

In response to a blog post, written by an African American peer who is so proud that Obama is now president. What does it have to do with her? What does it have to do with anyone - hard work is rewarded. Chris Rock said it best.

The president elect should be elected based on his policies and what he can do for his country and not the color of his skin, his gender, his age, etc. Minorities are the majority of this country and I hope that Obama won on his merits and not his skin color. Even though, I am more conservative than liberal, I agree with a lot of Obama's policies and strongly admire his leadership skills. I don't care that he's half black or half white. I don't care that he has a Muslim name while he's a Christian. I don't care whether he's a man or a woman, I care that he will do good for this country as a whole, not just the poor and not just the rich. I hope he stands by Israel as promised, I hope that people that work hard get rewarded. Social reform is necessary, but should be based on necessity and the urine test. I went to Business School, I don't care about the details, I care about the bottom line.

Food for thought...maybe I'm just hungry

So I finally met the recruiter that's been annoying me for some time. Yet, it's his persistent personality that made me meet him, as opposed to anyone else. He intrigued me, so I guess, in that at least, he's good at what he does. Yes, there's plenty of opprtunity, but when is a good time to jump ship? Am I ready? No. Will I be ready in a year? Who knows? Will I make manager in two years? Possibly, but probably not. A million by 35? A girl can dream...

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