so here we are...

Sunday, May 4, 2008


You haven't officially arrived in Kiev (or "Kyiv" the Ukranian patriot would correct you) until you've passed through the Golden Gates, the ancient entry to the city. Unfortunately, they were charging too much, the lines were too long, and I was looking to eat some pizza. So, I went around.



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confusion, causes célèbres, and spinning apologia

To be nothing in the self-effacement of humility, yet, for the sake of the task, to embody its whole weight and importance in your bearing, as the one who has been called to undertake it. To give to people, works, poetry, art, what the self can contribute, and to take, simply and freely, what belongs to it by reason of its identity. Praise and blame, the winds of success and adversity, blow over such a life without leaving a trace or upsetting its balance. 
Towards this, so help me, God--
[Dag Hammarskjold]
if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine. 
but it's alright, ma, it's life and life only...

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