Cosmic Goof
Apr. 2nd, 2003 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraBig news story of the day is the rescue of a lady POW. I notice it's the white lady POW, but I seem to recall that the first batch of POWs included a black woman. Did they try to rescue her? If not, the message here seems to be that it's okay for Iraqis to torture black females and subject them to their evil camel-fucking sexual practices, or at least it's more okay than if they do the same thing to a white woman.
Politics – ever a no-win.
Meanwhile the Vanya POV is slow to write. The emotional imprint is vivid in my mind – the Russian soul, cynicism masking a wild torrent of mysticism – but connecting the dots is a painstaking process: first of all, he's male and I'm not; secondly, English is his second language so there's a whole transitional relationship I can intuit but will never be able to capture in fine strokes. Found a mail-order Russian bride web site with a lively message board and immersed myself in that for an entertaining hour or so. Russian women have a lively disdain for American women – many of us go a whole day without shaving our legs, sometimes we go to the store without makeup and generally we don't know how to take care of our men. Also found this truly bizarre alt.newspaper in Moscow called eXile and when I win Lotto I will definitely make a donation towards one year's worth of operating costs. It's a brilliant site. Emailed Lucius Chapters 1 and 2 which I'm sure he'll find facile and written in a prose style more suitable for describing multiple orgasms in Cosmopolitan magazine. Oh well.
Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of my mother's death so Annie came over and I knocked off early and we went to the Aquarium. I'd made a sizeable donation in her name to the permanent Jellyfish Art exhibit and there was her name on the wall, "In Loving Memory of Lynn Vogel, and I said, "This is better than a tree in Israel, isn't it? I mean, she would have liked this."
"Oh, yes," said Annie but what really sold her was a mixed media slide show – pulsating jellyfish juxtaposed with ballet dancers in stiff white tutus pirouetting and jetéing to the eerie synthesized jellyfish soundtrack. "Oh my God – that's Lynnie in eternity," said Annie, clutching her heart.
"Fragile, ethereally beautiful but stinging," I added.
Politics – ever a no-win.
Meanwhile the Vanya POV is slow to write. The emotional imprint is vivid in my mind – the Russian soul, cynicism masking a wild torrent of mysticism – but connecting the dots is a painstaking process: first of all, he's male and I'm not; secondly, English is his second language so there's a whole transitional relationship I can intuit but will never be able to capture in fine strokes. Found a mail-order Russian bride web site with a lively message board and immersed myself in that for an entertaining hour or so. Russian women have a lively disdain for American women – many of us go a whole day without shaving our legs, sometimes we go to the store without makeup and generally we don't know how to take care of our men. Also found this truly bizarre alt.newspaper in Moscow called eXile and when I win Lotto I will definitely make a donation towards one year's worth of operating costs. It's a brilliant site. Emailed Lucius Chapters 1 and 2 which I'm sure he'll find facile and written in a prose style more suitable for describing multiple orgasms in Cosmopolitan magazine. Oh well.
Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of my mother's death so Annie came over and I knocked off early and we went to the Aquarium. I'd made a sizeable donation in her name to the permanent Jellyfish Art exhibit and there was her name on the wall, "In Loving Memory of Lynn Vogel, and I said, "This is better than a tree in Israel, isn't it? I mean, she would have liked this."
"Oh, yes," said Annie but what really sold her was a mixed media slide show – pulsating jellyfish juxtaposed with ballet dancers in stiff white tutus pirouetting and jetéing to the eerie synthesized jellyfish soundtrack. "Oh my God – that's Lynnie in eternity," said Annie, clutching her heart.
"Fragile, ethereally beautiful but stinging," I added.
