Wow- Something is in the air! A New-Brave World!

All the news (online, virtual, satellite, TV, streaming video, radio etc) are choking on Presidential Voting coverage. As if nothing else had been happening. No other news out there! Can you imagine it, ha? No bombs falling in Iraq, no children dying of starvation, no break-through scientific inventions, no plane crashes... Brand-new neutralized universe holding its breath in expectation of a Savior to descend on Earth and protect us from an ultimate downfall.
It seems like nothing could overpower today`s Election Countdown featured on all channels of all existing mass media. Even the news about an attempted assasination of one of the candidates. But no, God forbid... Let God bless them and let God Bless America! And all the poor wretched souls who are making their choices with their fingers crossed and their eyes raised with hope into Heaven.

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Lonely

Opened a second window aghast and felt so free that suddenly was overtaken with the desire to bend out even more and fall on to the pavement to everyone`s surprise.
Only yesterday there was plenty of inspiration and today there is only a longing for somebody`s presence. I start leaning towards a certain candidate who does not even correspond to my requirements. Anybody-just so not to be on my own. I am sitting in a big room and laziness with despair are eating me. I would like to invite somebody for coffee. There are everywhere around here such cute couches and chairs upholstered with velvet and with carved handles. I would be very willing to sit on such a couch with an admirer, I would even let him underneath my blouse. But there is nobody next to me.

Virginia Woolf was right when she said that a woman needed to have her own space having in mind probably an apartment. Then one can invite whoever they want not reporting to anybody...

So what if my heart does not respond to him, the most important thing is that he is young and his blood is still hot. When he squeezes my hand, I feel warmth...

रेसस्सिओं एंड में

Somehow the title did not work out as you can see- automatically twisted itself into some hieroglyphs the moment I hit the enter key. But it looks much funkier like this- let people think that I started teaching myself Chinese in the middle of this global financial melt-down- who knows maybe that is the next language which will overtake the world next.
Recession, a sweet word "recession"... It crept on us unnoticeably.The rate of unemployment, the rate of suicides, crimes and life negation raised tremendously; the rate of employment, the amount of holiday bonuses fell shamelessly... Who will bring all that back on its feet? Charismatic Obama or courageous in his seniority McCain?

We will see that soon or maybe not soon...

Yesterday was exhausting-today is not better...

New York is a very unmerciful city as for me. Everything is pre-engineered to make you either schizophrenic or catatonic. You pick what you like more. But beware: because in the end of the day you WILL have to choose unless you are OK with turning into one of the zombies wondering around the city and signing diligently their time-sheets.
Oh boy, why am in such a somber and morbid set of thoughts you will ask? The reason is very simple and one-faced: I have not been able to get any sleep last night. The insomnia-a fatal monster creeping up onto every New Yorker sooner or later seems to have got my home address right finally...
My head is spinning as if from long-lasting undernourishment...Why everybody in this city is making me sign the Confidentiality Agreement? Don`t they realize that I have plenty of my secretive ideas and happennings that i am trying not to expose? Alright, here you go- I am going to keep my mouth shut about all your delirious projects with the deadline of the Doom`s Day...

Learning How To Build Websites!

How do people manage to do things? I am torn apart between so many projects, the main of which is unfortunately to earn the daily living.
I try to lead an intellectually fulfilling life and not to get sucked in by the mundane worries. I goodled for example the 1001 books you need to read before you die. That list is being updated constantly though, so what is the point of reading the present 1001 items when in a week it can be completely different?
I am trying also to set up the website for the Ukrainian community: Slyva.com. But somehow I get constantly stuck on the FTP part. It gives me "disconnected" tease. And why is it disconnected? I have not the slightest idea. But the good thing is that I am learning and the more I learn the more impatient I become which pushes me forward...

Where is my precious vacation?

Yesterday I came back home all covered in sweat which seemed to be glued to my wet and suffocating body. At that moment I really wished to be somewhere deep in forest far away from the sunshine. On top of everything I was exhausted because I brought home a bunch of paintings my friend, the artist, threatened to throw away. They were his dear creations but he was getting evicted by his landlady whom he had not paid in 8 months! Wow, that lady`s got some patience, hasn`t she? But at the same time he did drive her to the edge where she was at the point where she started thinking of commiting suicide. I still don`t get why the lady was thinking of killing herself and not my miserable friend who believes himself to be an extraordinary genius. Maybe that is why... I noticed that people possessed with mania of grandeur rarely think of erasing themselves from this planet`s pages, they consider themselves too precious.
Anyway, so upon taking a better look at his paintings, I saw that they were not as bad as I remembered them to be. There were even two paintings of me- one of which was blurry and unfinished. I wanted to take both of them but he started blackmailing me by trying to get me to kiss him. He is obsessed with me as if I were the answer to all his ordeals. I categorically refused to succumb to his nagging and finally he gave in. So, I had two paintings of mine plus some others that really caught my eye. He was also trying to have me keep for him his easel, printer, guitar and books but I said that I am not a storage company and that back is too weak to carry all that stuff and that I have no friends with cars. He is still there, so if anybody wants a free printer, contact me (:- I will give you directions to his house.
When I told my boy-friend about this happening, he said: Oh well, I guess I can not laugh at this funny predicament, it seems like this person is going through some hard times. And yes, he truly does because how easy can be the life when you finally get a chance to move to Manhattan and instead of moving to a nice Soho loft or Upper West Side brownstone you are moving to a cute Catholic shelter. The good thing is that at least it gave me an excuse to say "no" to all his annoying begging for sex with me- how do you imagine having sex in the shelter? It is not even legal and he would definitely get thrown out right away. That is tough luck indeed-getting evicted from the shelter.
So i wished him good luck, made him carry his "cross" that is his own artwork to the Path train and disappeared into the distance. Now I am thinking what I should do with all this junk, is it like long-term investment, when in 30 years I will be able to sell his stuff for unbelievable bucks or is it just cluttering my space? I should be careful so that I don`t get evicted on the grounds of "a clutter case" which is a very common story in Manhattan...

This is a photo of my attempt at artistic expression, not my friend`s.

Longing to Go Visit My Home Country!

I miss Ukraine so much! I miss the linden tree blossom that is just happening there now! In New York linden stops blooming in early July- so there is a huge difference in climate I guess or tree moods. I remember I used to climb linden trees at my late grandfather`s job at a factory, sit embraced by dense and oxygen producing leaves and surrounded by head-spinning intoxicating aroma of linden flowers. I would pick the small bunches carefully trying not to lose balance and fall of the tree. Though it was not high at all, I was afraid of hurting myself- I had one neighbor of my age who would fall of different trees in our yard every coming summer season getting himself into a cast over and over again. Me and my grandmother would put the linden blossom to dry at our balcony, then we would store it in linen bags and use it for making tea later on in winter. It was believed to have cold-battling qualities.
I want to sit at that tree again so much! I can even smell the heavenly perfume of linden right now- if i try hard enough to concentrate (:!

And hi again! After a long break.

Yesterday I left my research assistant`s job that was giving me a lot of headache and back pain. The lady that I worked for is a relatively accomplished anthropologist who even set up her own Foundation aimed at helping people in India and preserving Earth overall. But somehow in her anxious trying to reduce her Carbon Footprint she awfully reminds me of Al Gore with his lofty speeches and super usage of electricity on a private basis. Her family and her are using a lot of electric devices, consume a lot of products, waste a lot of paper etc (this list can go on and on). For instance, if you come into her office, it is crammed with laptops, flashdrives, palm pilots, lamps, portable ACs etc. It seems like a mega power plant that tirelessly keeps generating and consuming energy at the same time.
So now I feel free because I can do the things I want to do and not waste an hour and a half each day on just commuting to her morbid apartment on the Upper West Side. I don`t have to be afraid to be 10 minutes late and start getting annihillating looks of anger from their daughter/Cerberus who guards their peace and high order. Off go the chains of steady summer gig!