Figarofigarofigaroooooo....

Alright, that opera's not until Thursday, but still.

Last night I went and saw La Traveatta in the Marinksi theater. Amazing venue, amazing show. It's a tragedy, of course, so I almost cried at the end and felt all sniffly on the metro home. Hopefully the experience will be rounded out, in true greek fashion, by The Marriage of Figaro on Thursday- that's as close to a satyr play as I'm likely to find. In between, tomorrow night, I'm going to see the ballet Cinderella. Then, Sunday, there's some sort of ballet and opera combination that we're all going to. Whee!

My most recent Puzzles of Russian Syntax lecture was on some extremely complicated aspects of Russian that not even linguists- not even native speaker linguists- can understand yet. Basically, I knitted like a fiend, kept my head down, and listened to all the native speakers argue.

Today would have been a perfect day for pictures of my morning commute, but I didn't think about it till I was out the door. Instead, let me describe a picture for you.

Imagine a beautiful courtyard in the middle of urban St. Petersburg, a round medallion in the center with paths spreading out like rays. There are beautiful flowers planted in planters set into the paths, and there are four green areas in the corners where there are trees, benches, and playsets. Pigeonsof many colors coo and strut, and people in dark clothes and carrying bags with umbrellas sticking out of them stroll past. In one section, the pavers have been taken up so the pipes can be repaired, and people walk around the missing section, where a huge pile of clayish dirt is heaped. On the pile sleep three large stray dogs.


The reason I didn't think about the camera was that I realized at one AM last night as I was (I thought) finishing my homework, that I was doing WEDNESDAY'S homework, and that I had a grammar test first thing in the morning. There was nothing for it but to go to sleep, at that point, but I had to get up at six thirty to study.

Now I want to look at some headlines so I can see what's been going on in that dear homeland of mine (I'm sick of hearing news second hand from a paper written by people who don't speak english.)

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I'm feeling much, much better- down to a little cough. I don't know how yarn shops look, this was just a yarn section but it was quite well stocked, and the prices were about the same. Mom and dad, call me tonight, not tomorrow night.