Wednesday, January 6, 2010

New Years 2010

From New Years 2010


New Years 2010 will never be forgotten in my mind. Not only was it my first New Years spent with Lyosha, it was also my first spent in the snow.

From the moment New Years holiday was mentioned for the first time by Lyosha, it was made clear to me that it would be spent in the snow, most likely in Tahoe. I did not object to this suggestion because I thought it would be romantic, and I also wanted to be involved with anything which could help me to better understand the culture from which my new beau had emerged. A couple of weeks before New Years our sleeping plans were decidedly changed after an eventful weekend at the original cabin of choice. After working out monetary details with 2 of my roommates, we all finally decided to book a hotel for 2 nights in South Lake Tahoe. As I said before, I have never been to Tahoe for New Years, so the location of the hotel was mainly decided by my roommates and the proximity to the casinos. We ended up taking two separate cars to Tahoe after there was a horrible confusion with our original plans to rent an SUV, but in the end it worked out for the best.

On December 31, 2009 Lyosha and I arrived in chilly Tahoe and checked in to our hotel before my roommates showed up. The room wasn't glamorous, but it was comfortable and it was warm. Also, with a little help from some Christmas lights, the room quickly became quite festive so I could not complain. The beds were not big, but at least there were 2 of them and Lyosha and I certainly did not mind cuddling.

After my roommates arrived nearly 2 hours after Alyosha and I, we immediately began mixing drinks and getting ready for the big night. All 3 of us ladies somehow managed to match very well, all wearing black and silver dresses. Kory brought "Happy New Year" crowns for all of us (including Lyosha), which we wore throughout the night and helped us to keep an eye out for each other in big crowds.


After a few hours of makeup, changing shoes, drinking and laughing, we were ready to venture out into the snow. Luckily, before heading outside, Lyosha persuaded us girls that we needed to wear jackets, which we were all very thankful for after less than 1 minute of shivering in our tiny outfits. We could not book a taxi, so after standing in front of our hotel for 20 minutes with our thumbs in the air and being repeatedly disappointed by cars full of men honking as they drove past, we decided to walk.

Typically on New Years, I am with my family or my closest friends and we try to stay home away from the cold. I have never lived in the snow, so the type of cold that I was experiencing last weekend was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My favorite celebrations in the past always consisted of family, lots of champagne and other festive alcoholic drinks, fireworks, watching the ball drop in Times Square on ABC, mistletoe, huge amounts of delicious food, and New Years resolutions. I have also been to big parties in college, but they are not nearly as interesting as small ones with my closest family and friends.

Arms linked, the 4 of us marched forward, trying to drown out the freezing cold temperatures and the immature suggestions shouted out by cars full of American pigs. After a few minutes I became immune to the cold and my body efficiently built up a numbness which shielded me from the torture. The icy sidewalks were less than ideal for our heels, but this we also grew used to over time. We didn't know exactly where we were going, but we didn't know of any Russian parties in the area either, so we figured we would find some Russians among the crowds in the casinos and make plans from there. Finally, after about 20 minutes of walking, we spotted the casinos. We had to plow through fences of security guards, but after they let us through we had the heart of Tahoe at our feet.

I have never been too fond of casinos. First of all, I HATE the smell of smoke, and second, I hate being surrounded by people who waste their life savings on stupid machines or card tables with tempting dealers in sexy bikinis trying to lure in pitiful, unsuspecting men. Call me practical, but isn't working a normal job a much more satisfying way to earn money?

After just a few minutes in one casino, I was already starting to feel my disappointment set in. I thought it would be interesting to spend New Years in a different setting than usual, but after all was said and done, I would have much rather preferred staying home with friends and doing the same types of things I do every year.

After a couple of hours spent walking around, we finally ended up in the first casino where we had started. My roommates found two dance partners and Lyosha and I went in search of some champagne for the midnight toast. With just 15 minutes before the clock struck 12, Lyosha and I finally gave up on the champagne because every bar had at least 50 people waiting in front of us. At midnight, however, champagne was the last thing on my mind as Lyosha and I danced and embraced each other as we brought in the new year with a passionate kiss. I cannot explain how proud I was to have him standing in front of me and holding me the way a man should hold his girl, as though he was proud of me as well.


As the romance of the moment wore off, Kory and Melaney went back to dancing and Lyosha and I decided that we needed to breathe something other than smoke for a while. It was freezing outside in the snow, but the cold seemed more bearable when compared to Nicotine swamped air.

After a few minutes we decided to go back and find my roommates, but when we could not spot them on the dance floor, we decided to head back to the hotel by ourselves. We did not make much attempt to flag down a taxi because we assumed it would take just as much time standing around as it would to just walk again. In no time at all, we were back in our hotel and the first thing I did was remove my shoes and dress. Lyosha tried to thaw out my ears and my hands with his warm skin, but in the end I still needed to take a warm shower to warm my body completely. We had tea and he made sandwiches for us, which settled perfectly in my empty tummy. After a few unanswered phone calls and text messages to my roommates, Lyosha and I finally decided to go to sleep.

As far as I am concerned, this is where New Years ended for me because the rest of the night was a disaster which will only be remembered as a nightmare for me. No one got hurt, but I have never felt that worried in my life and I can't remember a time when I have gone without that much sleep before. I still love my roommates, but I was very unhappy with them that night. We all left the next day after canceling our second night at the hotel, and New Years 2010 will never be forgotten. Hopefully 2011 will give me a real Russian celebration!

Peace ya'll!

Monday, January 4, 2010

The Barber of Siberia

Last night I was introduced to one of the Russian classics, "The Barber of Siberia," and I was asked to give an honest, unbiased review of the film. Please keep in mind that I am not the best film critic and many of my favorites consist of brainless romantic comedies, however, I have seen many films which have left an imprint on my brain and which I hold high esteem for, such as: Schindler's List, The Shawshank Redemption, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, Casablanca, The Green Mile, Seabiscuit, etc. This in mind, here goes my first movie review...

After the movie started, my first thought was that it must be an old movie, based on the camera views and acting. After Lyosha assured me that it was not that old, my criticism began to ease and I started to view the movie as purely a source of entertainment, rather than art.

All of the actors were mediocre in the film. The only two which seemed relatively convincing were Douglas McCracken and the General, who both seemed to be stereotypical drunks of Russia.

The movie is supposed to be a love story, however, I was less than convinced that there was any hint of love or other emotions being transferred from one character to the next. When the idea of love was mentioned for the first time, I was rather confused because I did not understand where it was coming from.

The plot itself was very entertaining, especially for someone who is unfamiliar with Russian traditions. I understand that the director of the film is famous for his attempts to glorify Russia, but he did it in a tasteful and fun manner. Full of snow, alcohol, fights, explosions, and hormone driven men, this movie is truly a good laugh. Although it was entirely predictable (as most movies are), Nikita Mikhalkov proved that even unoriginal story lines can be satisfying.

I don't know how much truth there is to any of the traditions mentioned in the movie, but I would recommend this movie to anyone who is interested in Russian culture, as there is not one hint of unhappiness portrayed by the country or it's inhabitants, only cheerful citizens and beautiful scenery. Out of a possible 10, I would rate this movie a 6 or 7.

ps If you have any other Russian movie recommendations, please don't hesitate to share them!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Blogging in Russian

Согласно проведенному опросу, абсолютное большинство посетителей моего блога предпочитают читать его на русском. Что было вполне ожидаемо. Так что пишу снова по-русски, кроме заголовков (иначе Google Blogger создает неудобные URLs).

Those, who want to get an idea what I'm blogging about, can use Google Translate service. Of course, the translation sucks, but it can show the main idea.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Holiday Stress and Questions

As it always does this time of year, the stress of the holiday season has been wearing me down slowly, more and more each day, as Christmas is drawing near. I typically have last minute shopping to do for my family and friends because I am unable to buy all of my gifts in advance, but this year I am dreadfully far behind previous years. It could be because of the fact that this year my budget seems to be tighter, so gift choices need to be made on both personal and economic levels, but this excuse seems unlikely, considering it is my first Christmas with a real job out of university. Last year, for example, I was student teaching 5 days a week, with a full-time schedule and a negative income (still paying for school and not earning anything for my teaching), but I was still able to complete my Christmas shopping by buying everything online before the end of October! By this time last year I was happily wrapping my gifts, listening to Christmas music, and relaxing with a big cup of hot chocolate next to the fireplace in my parent's old home. This year, however, Christmas is just over a week away and I have only gotten gifts for my dad, my nephew, one of my nieces, and of course Lyoshka, and I am more stressed than I have ever felt! What changed? Let me explain.



Last year I had an entirely different life in San Luis Obispo. I was a happy, busy student with a clear future path ahead of me. I had no doubt in my mind that I would find the best job in the world, teaching either 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grade after I graduated with a B.S. and a teaching credential. Little did I know that just a month after winter break I would be moving to Sonoma County, leaving my familiar, safe life behind. Without a job, my parents, or my childhood friends, all I had up here were 3 friendly girls who gladly accepted me as their new roommate. Today, these 3 girls are some of my closest friends after sharing a life with them for nearly a year. They supported me through my first job interview and one of my first experiences of being a newly single girl.

After several months, my parents decided that there was no reason for them to continue their life in San Luis Obispo, despite how much they loved their home and the friendly, familiar town in Southern California, because both my sister and I had migrated to Northern California. My parents sold their home and bought a new one much closer to my sister and I, with the faith that we would not be leaving them any time soon. Although my parents live approximately 40 minutes north of me, it is still convenient for me to visit them whenever necessary, and we enjoy meeting in Santa Rosa for dinner about once a week when I get off work. This whole plan seemed to be working out, but I always knew that my job would be temporary until I could find a better one, which always frightened my mom. With the bad economy, I found myself in a rut because I was grateful to have a job, but I still searched for other opportunities, with little hope and little motivation. This seemed to be an ongoing cycle until I met a boy in July who lived two hours south of me.

I have always been a romantic girl with perfect ideals for how love and life should work out for me, but the idea of moving for a boy even scares a girl like me. When I moved to Sonoma, I imagined I would be here for a very long time if I found a good job and fell in love, then built my home just miles from my parents. I had toyed with the fantasy of moving to the Peninsula so that I wouldn't have to cross a bridge to get to San Francisco, but this just seemed like a dream that probably wouldn't come true because I never had a logical reason to live there.

I love where I live now, not only because I am close to my parents, my sister, and my new friends, but also because there is not as much traffic, crime, or unreasonably priced real estate in the North Bay. Lately, I have been under a lot of pressure to find a new job with a higher salary, but I am worried about moving away from my parents. Recently, my family experienced a life-threatening scare with my dad, which has made me even more hesitant to leave them. Right now, my whole life is in Sonoma, but the one person who has the potential to be the main component of my life lives in Santa Clara. What is a girl to do?

Not only do I have presents to worry about this Christmas, but I also have 2 handfuls of other issues on my plate right now that I am trying to deal with in the middle of my favorite holiday season! Perhaps my dad's healing was a sign that I can move on, or perhaps it was a sign to show me how badly my family actually needs me to be near to them in case of another emergency. Either way, all I can do now is pray for some answers and some stress relief. Perhaps an unbiased opinion from a reader can help me as well :)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Wedding, comedy club, Tahoe and other stuff

Побывал на американской свадьбе (женился кузен Джулии). Увы, на саму церемонию мы с Джулией опоздали, ибо трафик вечером в пятницу на том направлении (Modesto city) был тяжкий. Добирались 3 часа вместо положеных 1.5. Не увидели мы то, что обычно показывают в американских фильмах - речь пастора, слова "I do, I do", "обменяйтесь кольцами", то-се. Попали только на празднование, которое было... хм... нетипичным. Ни танцев, ни алкоголя, ни мордобоя - ничего не было.
О том, что веселья не будет, я начал подозревать тогда, когда узнал, что свадьба будет в церкви. Потом отец невесты начал свою торжественную речь словами "когда жених пришел ко мне просить благословения, я задал ему один Самый Главный Вопрос: веришь ли ты в то, что самое главное в мире - Бог, что он управляет всем в мире, что о нем надо всегда думать и его любить и т.п. и т.д......" - тут я совсем сник: веселья точно не будет.

Потом была пара танцев - сначала отец невесты с самой невестой, потом первый танец молодоженов. Это было красиво и трогательно. Заставляло задуматься о том, почему у меня всего этого не было и что я еще упустил в жизни.

Мы с Левой и Олегом потом показали Джулии на youtube, что такое русские свадьбы. Пусть знает наших. Она, правда, начала задавать странные вопросы - "а почему невеста орет на кого-то там?", "а почему гости все пьяные и падают?", "а обязательно надо было драться?"... Надо работать над ее просвещением. Культурные различия, куда деваться...

На следующий день после свадьбы поехали с друзьями Джулии на Comedy Show в Сан Франциско. Поводом был день рождения одной из ее подруг. Выглядело это примерно как российский Comedy Club: среднего размера полутемный зал, в нем столики, на сцене комики глумятся над всем подряд, включая пришедших людей. Разумеется, я половину шуток не понял, ну и ладно. Все равно было интересно.

Пара слов про прочие события.
В bay area опять тепло. Сегодня ночью +10, днем ожидается заметно теплее.

Купили красивую елку и игрушки, плюс маленький оттоман в living room вместо старого большого стола, доставшегося от Левы. На днях по почте придет куча покупок, включая всякие украшения и прочее - тогда сфотографирую елку.

Писать я теперь буду понемногу, но чаще. Среди запланированных топиков (по запросам читателей):
- как я поехал в америку
- где/как познакомились с Джулией
- особенности построения отношений с человеком из чужой культуры
- сколько стоит жить в Силиконовой долине (и стоит ли вообще...)

Следущий Weekend планируем провести на Тахо. Я еще не писал, что Лева/Олег/Аня сняли в Тахо большой красивый домик/дачу на всю зиму, чтобы постоянно ездить кататься на горных лыжах. Предыдущие выходные, равно как и эти, на Тахо поехать не удалось. В прошлый раз у Джулии были сложности со здоровьем отца (сейчас он понемногу поправляется, уже выписали из больницы домой), в этот раз Weekend был занят свадьбой и comedy club.
Пора тренировать печень перед новогодними праздниками, которые обязательно должны быть именно на Тахо. Согласно древним Сибирским поверьям, Новый Год без снега - sucks. Должен быть снег за окном, тепло в доме, потрескивающие дрова в камине, мандарины на столе и веселая буйная толпа за/на/под столом. Чего и всем желаю.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Freezing ass


Вот и пришел дубак в Долину. Люди в телевизоре делают большие глаза, пугают "freeze warning" и верещат, что на этой неделе идут рекордные для San Francisco Bay Area холода. Ночью и утром в нескольких городках было ниже ноля. Что для Долины, в общем-то, экстрим, учитывая местные игрушечные домики, больше похожие на картонные сараи по своему качеству. Синие кружочки на карте - температура в цельсиях в данный момент.







Утешает только следующая картинка:

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Protected bike lane in San Francisco

В Сан Франциско сделали защищенную полосу для велосипедистов.
Это пока эксперимент, и полоса будет длиться всего 4 квартала.
Жаль, в Сан Хосе и окрестностях такого нет. Тут можно ездить на работу на велосипеде, но придется смириться с тем, что слева на расстоянии двух метров от тебя будут ехать машины со скоростью 80 км/ч. Мне от такого соседства становится неуютно. А вот ездить бы по безопасной дорожке отдельно от машин - эх... Это было бы классно.