Friday, September 4, 2009

Why Russia is da bomb

A good conversation starter is hands down, claiming you have two adoptive Russian siblings. Consequently, one of my good pals have the glorious blessing to never be in an awkward social setting. My reaction of this news was jealousy, then hatred. Spoken like a true Russian lover. I was curious to what size fur hats they wore and how they sounded when they count off to ten. Regretfully I was informed they have been proudly "red white & blued,' so the only accent present is from their lovingly mocking sister/my pal. But let me tell you, being re-exposed to Russian culture was like finding an old friend, after the Cold War. 

I've come to realize, the Russians contribute a lot. For instance...

  • Accents: It's like a threatening/superior version of an English accent which makes it twice the fun. Little did most of my friends know, perfecting the accent takes about half a car ride to Seattle from San Diego. Ve are now known as mahther kuntree dayvuls.
  • Babushkas: both a traditional family elder AND a mini russian wooden carved doll in a larger one, in a larger one, in a larger one and in an even larger one--just tickles my natural order of things, fancy. 
  • Communism: Creative country name changing can make a difference. If you can dream it you can do it attitude is finally instilled in the world. 
  • Biographical Type Cartoon Villains: Bor Bor & Tash forever. Later Rocky & Bullwinkle, we never sided with you because you're a bunch of  thwarting plan killers. 
  • Regina Spektor: Red haired and a musical genius. Did you know she grew up in Moscow until about the age of 6. When I first heard her, I felt the distinct cultural glimmer of singing words entirely incorrect in English. Should of known by the way she said "bowwwwwn," (born) and "payyyyaayyyyyyges." (pages)
Truth be told,  history is a tragic old friend and it's time to make new ones. People I've encountered that have been to Russia tend to stick to the same color shade when describing the mother country--grey. This makes me ironically sad AND feel old, worn. I hope to someday visit this treacherous yet intriguing land. Should make up for any future travel lulls I'm certain.
Until then, reconnect, watch some cartoons, listen to some music & fight the good fight.  

Raising my whiskey and letting go of the war, 
T

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