Survived

In the medical world, if you live five years past your cancer diagnosis, then you have survived cancer.

I have today medically/statistically survived the cure of my case of Cancer of the Girlfriend. As any cancer "survivor" like me can tell you, the only cure for cancer is death. So she got cured five years ago. Her cure wasn't too easy on me. But I'm still here.

Rest in peace, K2.

Call Homeland Security

My cat hates democracy. She barfed on my absentee ballot.

I'm not sure she's in league with the Terrorists but cats were once worshiped in the Arabic lands. I suggest someone look into it.

So How Was THIS Trip to Russia?

I forgot to mention in my last post that I was writing from Novgorod, Russia, in the middle of helping my friend Tatka's daughter deal with her English homework. Those six days I tagged on at the end of my work trip to Siberia were really wonderful. I got the full immersion experience, something I don't get when I'm traveling around with colleagues and work partners who speak English. In this little vacation I went "home" to the city where I studied for a year in college, Novgorod, aka Velikii Novgorod, aka Novgorod the Great. My friends there don't even read the English alphabet, something that startles me every time. Like, typing in the password for their dial-up connection they will try to read me the keys to press, and they don't know how to say the letters. I forget that there is no reason for any of them to know this information.

I haven't put my photo albums together yet, and with my tendonitis I'm going to take my time doing it. In the meantime, here are some other peoples' photos of the Moscow metro, a place where I spent large chunks of time in my three one-day pass-throughs of that city:

English Russia: Photos Made in Moscow Subway

I love how the drunken sleeping poses remind me of the cat-owner fan site, The Silly Sleeping Pose Olympics.