Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Mobile blogging from the comfort...

of your own home.
Ho-hum.
Been a long day. The computer re-install (or whatever) that was mentioned awhile ago? Due to a (downright) plethora of things, it had to wait...and then wait a bit longer...and then yet again. Yesterday evening, I realized that sometime last spring I'd made the fatal error of deleting my factory-installed 'norton ghost' system restore file...a big bad mistake. The why and all are too long-winded and dull even for this site- but it made sense at the time. (I didn't know what I was deleting, I'll say that much.)
So, today was 'bite the bullet' day. Did it. Reinstalled my operating system...and am still reinstalling programs...and blah blah blah.
I left Dell Media Direct off...is that really something I need? Never used it.

While I was helping Fawkes along in his OS reinstall, my nerves
-defrosted the freezer
-made granola
-made cornbread
-vaccuumed
-read some Ukrainian
-did laundry

Here's hoping to a Back To Normal state really soon...

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Just a humor snack

Yest, Phyllis told me about visiting a nursing home in CO many years ago. The director was someone she knew and as they were walking along he pointed out a certain dejected and sorry little old lady (whose first name no one can now remember- because) her last name was Sippy (sp?)... making her Mrs Sippy.
True
Even better. Mrs Sippy was dreadfully worried about her health. She was fearfully ill and knew it but no doctor would help her. This of course is an unsettling awful state of being...
Especially when your name is Mrs Sippy and you know you have prostate trouble...

oh my

Poor Lady... apparently, no doctor had yet been able to convince her that there was no way on earth she could have that particular problem...

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Downtown Kyiv

We went downtown today... several of us met there at a Ukrainian buffet that... (ready???... sit down!) serve cheesecake! Truly CheeseCake! It's got a plain crust with cherries on it and then a nice thick rich and creamy cheesecake topped with a thin clear glaze. It's been the cheer of our hearts and waistlines ever since we discovered it in January. Ahhhh

The name of the restaurant is Puzata Hata... which roughly means Big-bellied House... which brings up this little factoid: Ukrn's love to name restaurants for 'fatness'- Kriviy Rih has 'The 3 Fatties'; Odessa has 'The 3 Pigs'; and then these 'Puzata' places... wonder what their point is?

Leaving, we ran into a huge crowd gathered around a group of young men who were break-dancing...they brought a big square of linoleum and set up shop in front of the downtown metro station. Stood and watched awhile. Really and truly amazing. I've seen clips before but this was the first time to see it live. This guy was the spokesman.










They serve good coffee at that Pusata place, too. And, unlike typical American coffee, it's brewed strong...as in Stand-Up-and-Defend-Itself Strong. None of this 'how-many-cups-of-water-per-teaspoon-of-coffee?' stuff...

Oh sorry- is that how you like your coffee? I'm sorry... for you. :)

I had an espresso and a cappuccino at the restaurant and a real mean cup at home... this might be why I'm still thinking about break-dancing tonight...

And tonight

Tonight... we spring ahead... as in our clocks, daylight savings time. Oh joy and three times yay. (And Why Oh Why did the Good Old USA decide it would be so wonderful to spring ahead so early this year? And even more Why- Why don't we spring ahead this year...and then just stay there. Let's all do it...and see if anyone notices. You go first...)

crawdads?

Went to Olya's yesterday. Coming up the steps at her metro stop, I nearly fell into this

2 boxes of actively moving crawling critters. It was rather a shock...
and brought back a memory and a story
L'viv, fall 2003 (or spring 2004?)
Trude's off to the bazaar. I'm home quietly sweetly minding my own business. She comes in with a bag of 'move-y things'... I take a peek... Yup, crawdads. Now, I love lobster, love shrimp, love these things... only I've never really been that involved in their preparation. There was the time in Maine- July, 1994- when Aaron S got lobster for the whole lot of us and then someone cooked them... my chief memory (besides the eating) is of squealing as one tried to crawl out of the pot... this just wasn't quite my thing, you know?
Anyway, back to L'viv. T was excited with her purchases... and she cooked 'em and did a very nice meal all by herself... when it came to eating them, we realized we had nothing with which to crack the shells... dug around the kitchen and came up with... the handles of the can opener!












At some point she told me this story: Bought at the market; coming home on the bus. Sitting on a seat by the aisle, bags of groceries 'and stuff' on the floor at her feet. Crowded bus. Busy with 'other stuff' (who would know what???) Suddenly aware of people hastily shifting... shifting away from her... warily looking at her... crowding into the crowd of people around them away from her... looks down... the crawfish are about to take a stroll down the aisle of the bus... hastily corrals her charges and is quite relieved to get off at the stop near our apt.

Back to Kyiv on Fri. Spent several hours with Olya. Getting back on the metro to head back toward our part of town- same 2 boxes, same (I presume) crawfish... not moving nearly as much. Wonder how much they wanted for them? They made me hungry just thinking about them...

The Artist among us... and a cute kid

Julie's oldest, E, is amazing when it comes to art. He and his brother got this cool modeling foam/clay (it's stuff I'd never seen before- a lot lighter and softer to the touch than regular modelling clay) in the mail. The next time we were there, we saw this
I'm amazed at the detail... and the colors are wonderfully bright and vibrant, too!
Another thing about E that amazes me. His English reading ability. The kid is a bookworm, period. Awhile ago, they were here at our place and he was nosing through my books. I've recently acquired 2 prequels to the Lord of the Rings book by JRR Tolkein's son, but don't have a lot of time to read them. He saw them and nearly salivated at the mouth...Please please pleeeeese can I take one of these and read it? Sure I say- take this one, I'm reading the other. One week later, he says he's finished, can he have the other one... gulp...ummmmm- I'm still reading it. He furrows his brow and looks at me very sternly Are you reading anything else, too? Um, No- just that one. That was 2 weeks ago and he looks at me with pleading eyes every time I see him... I'm either going to have to stay up all night reading soon OR just let him take it... he'll have it done before I even know it's gone...
He's 12 (or 13?)
And then there's this little monkey... often, he's at day-care (called kindergarten here) when we're at his house, but he was home this time. Being a monkey as usual... and cute as usual!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

All Sugared Up!

S has a giveaway! And the stuff looks neato! Check it out...

I'm interested to see how many of my blog roll peeps link to it... have had several already. :)

Monday, March 23, 2009

The voices in your head....

I'll admit doing this at times. Sometimes, it just doesn't seem to be the best policy to say out loud what's on my mind but letting the words form in my head sort of eases the situation for me. Sometimes, saying what's in my head would be a sure way to start a fight, end a friendship or just generally turn a situation to ice. Thankfully, a lot of things pass over and you can let stuff go eventually. Other times, though- I wonder if the stuff that goes on in my head- the stuff I let myself think and sometimes even 'vocalize' in my head- I wonder if that doesn't actually make my own attitude worse, make it harder for me to move on.

Onward

Kid update. 13 year old T over yonder is still in the hospital but he's doing better- enough so that Mom has gone home. We had cheesecake (!!! if you can't appreciate !!! cheesecake here in E Europe, I feel sorry for you!) with one of his big sisters today. According to her, T told their dad when he was going in for tests: Dad, you shouldn't be doing this- it's too expensive. Dad answered: You're dear to us, too. (дорого- the word for 'expensive' can also mean 'dear'- and this is the word both used.) He's been amazed at all the interest people have shown in him. Can't figure out why the 'whole city' is dropping by the hospital to see him.

Well I'll tell you- he's the youngest in a big family, everyone's pet yet remarkably unspoiled. He's a bit stubborn and a very normal boy but a sweet good kid. It's no surprise they're flocking in to see him! Besides- I wonder if he's stopped to think that the love and care his parents are so quick to give to others simply because they don't know how else to be- what he's receiving is a reflection of others' love and appreciation for his very special family.

We had a good trip down memory lane with Big Sis. Like: Theirs was the first family with kids I spent much time with (Julie and boys were first, but I was completely overwhelmed by jetlag and newness that I barely remember her boys). I love kids and was fairly used to being with them on a regular basis. So here I am. Everything's new. Food is... interesting to say the least. Buses are a nightmare. Can't understand a word anyone says. Can't even find street signs in town to have a hope of finding my way around. And Trude and I are living in a large city where we know almost no one... (like 1 person besides each other??) Up north we go- about a month or so after my arrival. LONGGGGGG trip. Horrible buses. Worse roads. At the end of the trip, a houseful of kids, ages 4-11(?) 12(?) something like that. No electricity... or rather it was on and off all evening. The kids know no stranger. Ever. They fought to sit beside me on the couch. Looked at my pix. Played with my flashlight. Played, period.
I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. And I was on the verge of tears all weekend at the sheer joy of being with kids again.
When I told Big Sis that today, she said We were such awful kids (kids remember stuff that we don't, for sure). I couldn't agree with her on that one. They were the most wonderful things on the earth right then.
When Dad and Mom were here, T was in 1st grade. Kids had a long walk from their house at the edge of the village into the center where their school was. But walk they did. We were leaving in a taxi to go back south and felt sorry for the little squirt. He sat up front on (Dad's?) lap, straight as an arrow, not turning his head or even hardly moving. Passed his siblings- no response from him. Got out at the school and shot off to play with his friends.
A more recent T memory witnessed not by me but by Trude, I think. T's family's home is one of those where there are always extras...and often lots of extras. They'll take you in and feed you and then not let you do the dishes. Ok- you can insist but it's always Someone's Turn and they stick to that. So, lots of people, noon meal, lots of dishes. T makes some scornful comment about Dishes being girls' work (and believe me, he does have a bit of a 'tough guy' swagger at times; he'll sweep in and rescue a poor weak female but Do Dishes? No Way. There are Important Things awaiting his skills.) Dad takes one look at him and says T is doing dishes today.
And he fussed.
And he did dishes.
And I don't think he has been so foolish as to despise that job since!
Here's my favorite pic of him (obviously a few years ago).
There hasn't been a real diagnosis. Apparently there are quite a few young boys (ages 4-13 or so) being treated for similar symptoms in that city just now. Doctors are calling it age and growth related- like his blood vessels are not right now sufficient to supply his brain with the adequate amount of blood- keep in mind that this is from Big Sis who doesn't understand medical terms and she got it from other non-medical types and doctors aren't so open here with patients and families as what we're used to in N Amer; they say there is no infection (and wasn't- how can this be with an elevated temp for x days???- still rolling my eyes). Family is from the Chornobyl zone. Can this have something to do with it? My guess only. No one has said it that I've heard. One thing- effects of nuclear accidents are hard to determine but if 'weird stuff' happens at a more frequent rate in an area that's seen fallout- you can say "It's probably related to the nuclear accident". So- if he gets better and stays better- I guess we won't fuss... but I'd have a hard time with that kind of 'diagnosis'.)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Jboy!

Snowed today... hard and a lot; mercifully, none of it stuck.

The Monkeys spent a few days at Dad and Mom's. Mom sent a couple cell phone shots of 3 of the kids. The one of the Jboy floored me. I remember when I lost most of a night's sleep because he was still NOT born. Then they woke me up in the middle of the (next) night to tell me he'd finally put in his appearance. Then I started getting pictures. My favorite is still the one of Uncle Paul (Pow-oool in nephie and monkey-speak) holding both of the nephers (there were only 2 then). Forrest was beautiful- he always has been. Jboy was a tiny little thing that looked worried he might be dropped soon.
I got heaps and gobs of Jboy pix. 'Driving' Daddy's car; climbing the couch; chasing the cat under the porch and back out (remember that Gina?!).
He got a little sister 2 years later. There were some adorable pix of the 2 of them... but a whole lot less.
When JM was 6 mos, I landed in Indy. Forrest had a baby brother by then. Dad, Mom, all my siblings, my dear sweet SIL were there. So were Rog and Sue. So were the 4 most beautiful little people on the face of the whole earth. I couldn't believe they were real! First time to meet any of them in person. It was love at first sight.
The first week, we all camped out at Dad and Mom's as much as possible. The house somehow was a lot smaller than it had been- hard to believe those 4 little people took up so much space! One of the most distinct memories I have of those first days back in the States is of Jboy- I suppose because he is my only sister's oldest child. I worried through her pregnancy. Loved the T-day pix and her happy healthy "I'm-going-to-be-a-mom" glow. I agonized over his birth. Ate up every detail about life with Jboy. And he was terrified of me. Oh sure- he let me hold and cuddle him at the airport... but it took a few weeks to win his real trust. For some reason he was sitting on top of the washer at one point and I walked by trying hard not to look at him- but he howled anyway. It was heart-breaking.
We got over it, though. Spent a lot of time together (this was, after all, the year of the unexpected twin pregnancy... Momma was glad for help). Took road trips- to buy milk, meds for Momma, all manner of stuff... and to go to Dawdy and Mommie's house. And he loved to sit in the car seat and look out the window- he'd tell me everything he saw. He noticed every Cat (as in Caterpillar), John Deere and horse. He loved to chatter. He liked Starbucks frappuccinos, too. And he loved to sing E-I-E-I-Ohhhhhhhhhhhh at the top of his voice; he knew some of the rest of the Old MacDonald's Farm but that was far and away his favorite line.
I've chatted with him on skype of course since then- so the change in this kid shouldn't come as such a shock, right? I mean I've got eyes. And he told me all about the dinosaur kit he'd gotten, how he was using the paintbrush to carefully brush the dirt off the dino bones, how he could put it together; he told me a whole lot about dinosaurs, in fact. He told me how I could get my own dinosaur kit. He's in Kindergarten, after all...
Still, it came as a shock. He's nearly grown up... or so it seems. Just look at him. Washing dishes at Dawdy and Mommie's. And they were there because it was Jboy's spring break. Wahhhhhhhhh....

Saturday, March 21, 2009

see this?


I told you winter couldn't win! The front yard of a place in the village we were at Thurs. The crocuses were in the same yard! Yay!


The sick kid? He's some better. Varying reports but one thing for sure- no new unconsciousness episodes in the last 3 days. I guess we don't technically have to know what was going on if it stops, right? (I'm just glad I don't have kids- I don't think I'd be a very relaxed parent. I know medicine is an art and the human body often a mystery shrouded in many unknowns; I know that we cannot expect doctors to know everything; they often don't and they're doing the best they can with what they have to go on in an environment- our mysterious bodies- that is ever-changing. But- I think something like this would put me in the psych ward at least.)

Aside from all of this- I have a new phone- it's amazing; nope, it's not an iPhone- not any kind of iPhone at all. It's one that only someone who's had to tote around more than one mobile phone at a time can appreciate. See- there are about 4 major cell phone service providers here. Making calls to numbers from another carrier is expensive but having a SIM card is cheap- cheap to buy and fairly cheap to keep it going as long as you're not calling Beeline (for instance) numbers on your LIFE card or LIFE on your MTC or whatever (I know this is what you've been waiting to hear all day). The answer is most people seem to have at least 2 phones- each with a card from a different company. (And if this confuses you, it could be partly because the whole US system is different; we can take our SIM cards out and pop a new one in and call a whole new bunch of people... are we not amazing?!) Last year I had 3 cards and 2 phones- so was constantly taking out 1 card and putting another in. Well, I now have a Samsung phone that has 2 SIM card slots in it... and by using LIFE and MTC, I can cover most of my bases. (Smile! Be happy! This is wonderful news!) The new phone (which was named Sam Gamgee) also has a 2gb storage card (for music- I can join the ranks of people playing their tinny cell phone music at top volume! I can... but I won't... this is a matter of prinicple if nothing else. Besides- if you're going to listen to music, make it good quality, ok?

Thanks

oh yes- we have a camera. About as well as the Canon I recently 'inherited'- but doesn't eat batteries like that thing. Amazing. (see this desk front? in nokia office? watch this.....

this is what's behind that shiny perforated silver wall... I got a kick out of holding the phone up to the holes to see what was behind the wall... I'm busy growing up to a 30-something type again... excuse me...)
Has a modem... I can go online with my iPAQ

calendars, alarms, organizers, radio, mobile internet device, games (lots)

I think it can clean my room and water the plants, too.

Doesn't call Mom without my help, though.

And it doesn't post pix to this blog when Blogger is feeling ornery... and I don't think it'll clean your house or change diapers for you, Heather... but I'll check the tools menu...

It also doesn't sleep for me...which I need a bit more of, having caught something while away with B and his folks. So better get going...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

On the road

Have a few days over here in B's city. Caught a really early train this am- yawn. When it leaves at 7am, you can't sleep till 6 even...and we all know that 6 is early enough for some of us.
I noticed something amazing on the train today. The woman sitting next to me slept for about 4 1/2 of the 6 hours we were travelling...and she snored the entire time...but she ALSO snored when her eyes were open. No kidding. I have no idea how she did it.

After the train, caught a bus for the last 2 1/2 hours of the trip. Multiple stops along the way because one passenger ummm how to say this delicately??? Umm- he you know, kept needing to make more room in his bladder...because he kept pouring from a bottle into his open mouth...and judging from his speech he'd been at it awhile before I ever saw him. At one stop, he didn't get back on- driver went to look for him; we encouraged driver to just leave; finally he did. I suspect the driver figured out it was his stop anyway- but it's more fun to think we drove off and left him- I'm all heart, for sure. (Note- sign posted in the bus: 50 hrn fine for smoking, arguing, eating or drinking on the bus- that's something less than $10). Pic is from a completely cool café/watering hole along the way. Tables and chairs all made from tree stumps.

Haven't said anything here so far about this- but one of our friend's sons is seriously ill right now and it's a major worry. Episodes of passing out and not regaining consciousness for 30 min or more; fever; tremors; vomiting. I'm nearly frantic at times thinking about it- after reading online about various things that cause those symptoms. I wonder do his doctors know what they're doing??? Hopefully. Suggestion was made that they come to the capital where there's better medical help available... Thankfully, the wife of the dr that came to my help after my not-so-famous incident with the medical establishment here last summer is trying to make sure they get the best help there where they're at. It's often who you know that makes all the difference. So we wait and hope for the best.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

PURDUE!!!

well after all, one more... cause this is how I roll!!!
March Madness!!!!!!!
w00t w00t!

spring must come

winter cannot win this battle... this is inevitable. Meanwhile, we've still been seeing sights like this... and this...



Sat we had snowy rain (or rainy snow- take your pick) All.Day.Long.
and today started out the same.
But the weeping willows are yellow- you know, all the long twiggy branches are yellow- a sure sign of spring on the horizon. And last Sun being International Women's Day (a bigger holiday here than Mother's Day), the place was flooded with tulips and other spring flowers. I got some of these gorgeous irises... am going to try to keep the bulbs and see if I can get them to bloom next year... ;)






all for now- G-night!

Lana sews!


You know what that means! I love it! (and I still haven't found all the I spy stuff... nor have I decided who gets it! I might keep it to bribe kids with for awhile!) xo and Thanks!

(and that's the contents of the last mail pkg by it... what a treat!)

Dear Sally

I've been wanting to do this one for awhile! No pic of the actual subject but the tokens of her affection abound! First there was the clock. Cows are long-standing favorites of mine, having grown up on a dairy farm. Fred and Sally came to visit Alleykat and me a few years ago- kittykat got a travel chess set, as I recall... I got this pet. She works perfectly, ticks comfortingly and has travelled around a bit. For awhile she stayed behind down South- but when I found out she'd been banished to the kitchen because her comforting tick-tick-tick's aren't so comforting to everyone, I reclaimed her... and then sweet-talked someone else into taking her north to Kyiv this winter; we've been happily reunited for about 2 months now and she loves it here! ;)

Well then at some stage, F & S come again- and she voila's these yoga slippers out of her stuff- you know- did I want them? Well, if S gives you something, you want it. Just that simple! Slippers are a necessity here. It is written-in-stone law and tradition that you take your shoes off at the door whenever you enter a home. It's also tradition to provide guests with slippers... but not having a particular fondness for sticking my feet into the slippers of a hundred sweaty feet before me, I prefer to take my own around with me. These are perfect for the job- lightweight and roll-into-a-ballable. Alleykat calls them my 'poorly drawn cartoon character' slippers... they stick out in the front and the back. Come to think of it, they make me feel like Agnes- my new nearly-favorite comic strip.

And then there is this... this 2nd Cow From Sally... last summer. Isn't she sweet? For a long time, I didn't have anything to put into it... got a cactus- the first one ever- last fall and we've been having good times ever since... I assume, at any rate, since she looks so pleased with herself sitting there guarding my dictionaries...

Sunday evening rambling

We had a good day... we've had a good past few days, actually; lots of company, lots of special people around, lots of running. My kind of stuff.
Sat we went out to the village to see the family out there. At the end of our time there, looking sad and really puzzled, the man who lives with them asked Why do Ukrainians have to suffer so much? (times here are very very tough- if you still have a job, your salary's been decreased and is proly late, meanwhile the price of everything is going up up up- we currently have the highest inflation rate in Europe; bank machines sometimes have money, sometimes not; getting your money out of the bank is iffy- a long wait (hours) certainly; people are continuing with everyday life but wondering for how long. One person told us We were just recovering from the last economic crisis (just after independance in the early 90's); we need a rest from this. They're tired. what I know is that they're still better off than a lot of people-think Africa- but telling them that is small comfort.)
Well- there really is no answer to that question. Or there are a hundred answers. We talked about it for awhile. But I'm convinced that in the middle of bad times, we can pull ourselves together and find something better- if not in the world around us, then within us and above us. This is our hope and what helps us put one foot in front of the other each day. Survivors do this.

Supper was unexpectedly larger than we'd planned but with good good friends. I loved looking at the mix of faces and listening to the conversation. People from various places, various stages of life- all here in Kyiv right now and eating French toast and drinking tea with us. It's easy to love people when you can be with them and know them. I love my life!

Friday, March 13, 2009

One short life

Yesterday, when B&L arrived, they immediately dug into their suitcases, pulling out stuff- this is for So and So; this is for you; here's S&P's mail; what should we do with this?
This is always an interesting and fun part of guests' arrival. There is always 'stuff' that gets hand-carried over; you'll get an email- we're coming on such and such day, can we bring you anything? So, reminding yourself that they're being very generous, you refrain from ordering the whole cereal aisle and stick with one or 2 special things- like a small container of molasses or a bag of brown sugar.

So B&L are coming. Be here in Kyiv 2 days. This is major hooray news- they're like 2nd parents to me in some ways.

And then this little footnote: V is coming over for the day Friday. B&L are bringing some stuff he needs to get. The personal effects of his cousin. I know all this and have it down on my mental 'to-do' list: make sure to get that stuff from them.

So they bring it into my room. Can we put it somewhere safe? And suddenly the world stops and refocuses itself. Here's the stuff that was sent back from the States to the parents of a girl who died too suddenly and too young. And it was just a small stack in a protected corner of my room... I was totally unprepared for what it did to me to look at that stack of stuff- and think- here's her life; that's it. 2 cameras, a laptop and charger, a card-reader and a small stack of papers.
I wonder what they'd sort out of my junk and deem worth sending back across the ocean? I wonder who would take it? And I wonder how it feels for parents to go through their child's laptop, peering into the life of a child they hadn't seen for (don't know how long) and probably felt like they hardly knew anymore.
After lunch, V and I were talking about it. Today would have been her 22nd bday. The day he came to get her stuff.

lest we forget

April 26, 1986 is a day that will forever live in infamy, a day that every Ukrainian knows. That's the day of the Chornobyl Nuclear Power Plant explosion. The accident occurred not so far from Kyiv and there is a museum here in the city in memorial to the victims. Back in '02 I saw it for the first time. There is plenty of stuff there- relics, protective clothing, gas masks and the likes. And newspaper clippings- the local paper here had a tiny blurb near the bottom of page 3 while the New York Times from the same day dedicated their entire front page and half of an inside page to the tragedy. And a movie re-enacting the disaster. They've also used the museum to point out the hypocrisy of the Soviet state (ie the newspaper articles up there -^), to show how the people were lied to, how the truth of what happened was hidden from them (the Swedes alerted Europe and the rest of the world that there had been a major nuclear disaster and that it had to have happened in Soviet Russia somewhere- they suddenly noticed a major increase in radioactive material in the atmosphere). It gives me nightmares, goosebumps and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach... well really, it's the museum and then the follow-up talk that does that... (aside- Europe is chock-full of museums covering various horrific happenings- Warsaw has the Resistance Museum- covering the winter that the Russian army was sent to liberate Warsaw from the Nazis; instead they camped on the other side of the river, waiting for the Nazis to weaken the survivors, then moved in, handily cleaned up the Nazis and took the resistance fighters hostage. Riga has a nightmare of a museum dedicated to the WWII occupation of Latvia by the Nazis and the Russians- and the deportation and 'disappearance' of thousands of people. Kyiv has a WWII museum. There are the Auschwitz and Buchenau- and other- memorials to the Holocaust. And there are many many others. All the stuff of nightmares. I can't cope with this kind of thing... not too well. And every family that survived has a story to tell. And it's not for the weak at heart or stomach. Alleykat covered some of their family history in N'way during WWII the past few months. Sometimes the things they don't say are more horrifying than what they do say.)
So anyway- here are some pix from today. The Ukrainians are masters at evoking feelings and creating atmospheres; this museum always gives me the willies.
First of all, though- 2 placques from US firefighters- one from the Schenectady, NY, Fire Dept; one from 'The Firefighters of the United States of America'- to their brother firefighters who responded to the Chornobyl disaster, many of whom lost their lives. Our guide today pointed out that this came at a time when there was no special friendship between the 2 countries but there was a feeling of solidarity among the firefighters of the 2 countries.

Another special memorial- the children of Hiroshima made origami cranes (birds) and sent them to the children of Chornobyl.













You walk in and see this. The road markers for the villages that were in the Chornobyl zone. The steps depict an apple tree- symbol of knowledge- which the victims were deprived of by the Soviet authorities. Leaving, the backs of the village markers look like this- indicating a village that is no more, has been 'liquidated' (the Ukr'n term). Entire villages were simply buried- as were ships that were on the river at the time... it's like a huge toxic landfill.

Most of the museum is specifically dedicated to the city where the Chornobyl support staff lived- a city where the average age was about 27- young families. This clock shows when time stopped in that city.

This pic shows the lines of buses evacuating the residents of Prypyatya-the city mentioned above. These people were told they needed to leave for a short time; only later did they realize they'd likely never get back. Later authorities said they didn't want people to panic nor did they want them taking belongings, so they were simply lied to about the duration of their stay elsewhere. There are also some pix of first-responders. (All pix with the orange and red radiation sign in them are of someone who died as a result of the disaster.) The the 2 men in the lower right corner of this pic were the 1st 2 victims; the body of the man on the right was never recovered.

More pix of people who responded to the emergency. Soldiers were released from 2 years of mandatory military service if they worked 2 minutes at 'ground zero' shovelling debris into the ruined reactor. Miners were brought in to tunnel underneath the reactor, removing tons of dirt- to put in a 'floor' that would support the ruined reactor and eventually become the base of the sarcophagus built to entomb the reactor. None of these people knew the full danger of what they were doing; few (if any) had adequate gear to protect them from the high levels of radiation.

Another memorial to the children affected by the disaster. The lighting of the room- the floor of which is a copy of the floor of the nuclear reactor- makes it spooky in here. There are also works of art in here from various artists- some depicting the rescue workers as saints in Orthodox Church icons; one from an American poet who took the words of his poem and made a picture - literally using various textures and fonts, he painted a pic of the disaster with words... thought I had a pic and don't and I'm sorry about that.

And then there's this pic- a ship at sea- depicting the 'unsinkable' Titantic- but closer inspection shows it to be the layout of the 6 nuclear reactors on the Chornobyl site from a distance. These reactors were supposed to be so safe, so sure that they 'could be in the middle of Moscow' without fear of danger... (actually Martha- this one's for you- not exactly sure if it's your kind of thing, but I thought about you and that one fav painting of yours...)

Walking back out into the bright sunlight with the trappings and sights of normal everyday life all around was a shock... and also a comfort. I can't really put into words what this museum is like or what it does to me. All I know is, I hope I can sleep tonight...esp after writing this up...

From an earlier post on Chornobyl

a link to the wikipedia article, which is quite good. There are several good links on the above post, too.

Monday, March 9, 2009

comp clean up programs

free downloads or get the pay-for muscle version. In response to Twila's q on the previous post, here's what I got today. (As soon as the harddrive gets here, though, and I have a bit more time, we are reformatting the whole thing... it needs a good coyote tea purge, my comp... oh wait, that's not the purge tea is it???? crack myself up sometimes...)

ad-aware.com (this takes longer to download, longer to run and looks for spyware and the likes; also, I downloaded the 2007 version, which is what popped up) and then followed that up with the 2008 version (which required an uninstall of the previous download- all very straightforward though and easy to follow).

ccleaner.com (this sounds like it does the same thing as IE does when I clear the cache but I would never claim to know more than someone who teaches computer to university students, so I got it, too).

computers...

are beasts

Spent all day digging out disks, making sure I have programs, PIN's, installation disks; dug through all the files on my harddrive and got rid of a lot of junk (listen- You thought purge had to do with food? Get out...)

Alainna may well remember an earlier post (or something) where we had a wee discussion about external harddrives and how should I pick one and all that (I was going to go for color and she seemed to think I was fairly unknowledgable about certain technological things, for some reason)- anyhooooo- this is important because actually, I am a complete airhead when it comes to knowing which external harddrive to get and never did get one... which means today I found myself in the frustrating situation of not having enough space to actually backup files I need to keep (just be quiet and hold your peace with all your 'What do you mean you don't have your computer backed up?? You're KIDDING!!!' speeches- please- I have heard them all- just go and get your little knowing and smug I-told-you-so look on your little face in your own little corner and don't tell me about it)- so where was I?
Yes- I have filled flash drives and uploaded pix to picasa and looked into skydrives and other online storage stuff. Well we do have a pretty good buddy around here- who is pretty patient with the likes of irresponsible me; I call him and pour out my tale of woe- he's on a bus, mind you. But he has the presence of mind to tell me: Go to such and such sites and get these 2 programs- that'll help clean junk up so that your comp will at least limp faster. You need an external harddrive- I'll go get you one tonight and send it to you with Vasyl... (I'll pay you back, D- and make you macaroni- more than you can eat!) Mind you this too- I'm here in the capital with electronics and comp stores galore and he's over there where they've proly got about 2 stores total... but the thing is, I'd go for the pink one. The sleek one. The way-cool one. I would. So, what we have here is practicality winning out after all...
And a friend in need is a friend indeed (and I've always wondered, is that '... a friend indeed' or '... a friend in deed'? Is there a difference?)

Had really hoped to get the comp thing done today since we're just jammed the next week and a half or so with 'stuff'; what didn't get done today won't get done for awhile... but, you know... I ate chocolate instead. Really good stuff. Milk choc with nougat, honey and almond pieces. (Not the whole thing, Silly- just ummm half... giggle) Had a ton of tea, too... it just helps. Oh, and 2 cups of coffee...the strong stuff.

And this for lunch. Oh.My.Goodness. (that covers it)

I was going through old posts, looking for that external harddrive post (it's important you know); couldn't find it- although the stroll down virtual memory lane did me a ton of good after this nightmare of a day dealing with files, files and more files and disks (did I already say all this?)- found this post...and must admit- I completely cracked up... of course I remember the actual incident and how intimidating this woman was/is... so if your eyes are crossing and you need a 5 min break, go have a laugh. I did learn how to build fires in both the stoves in that place eventually...when T took off and I had no choice...

edit: here's the external harddrive post I was looking for... because it's important...

Sunday, March 8, 2009

my friend the computer

Why Computers Sometimes Crash --
by Dr. Seuss
(Read this to yourself aloud)
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort, and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.
If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, and the double- clicking icon puts your window in the trash, and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash, then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house, says the network is connected to the button on your mouse, but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol, that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall.
And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse; then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang, 'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang.
When the copy on your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk, and the macro code instruction's causing unnecessary risk, then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM, and then quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your Mom!
Tomorrow I'm reformatting my little laptop friend... feel free to send any helpful vibes and thoughts my way... and if you never hear from me again, you'll know it didn't go well...
edit Mon am: No, folks, I didn't write it... it would do a nosedive into the soggy earth if I'd done it...

Friday, March 6, 2009

return to the osteo clinic

approach to the bone doctor's office- which is behind the hospital. I guess I was just amazed at the setting. Keep in mind this is a hosp that gets patients from all over the country because of the specialists... I wasn't actually sure I'd get past the guard at the gate of past the nurses in the hallways... walked like I knew where I was going, never went inside the building, nosed around the back and found him!

somewhere near his office


these trees were growing straight up through the structure above them- and I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be/had been. Whatever, it is not in use...

entrance to Dr's private office. He has some patient consultations here, but not exams... The room straight ahead looks to be a workshop- and I could only wonder if they actually tool the apparatuses here...








looking out the door into the 'courtyard'




heading back out to the street... under here is where the nurses and patients hang out to smoke



just before you turn left into the parking lot, you see this off to the right... it totally fascinated me- looks like some old castle... but there was a guard back there and since I'm not exactly intrepid, I didn't venture back there....




looking back towards the hosp and offices












about 5 min from the hosp, I passed this- it's around the corner and down the street a ways- but it looks to be a new building for the osteo people... it goes without saying that it is a world apart- at least in appearance- from the current one.