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Tuesday,
December 16, 2003
In honor of this being my last post from St. Petersburg... I shall gift you with more fuzzy, poorly-shot photos from the Hermitage. It's like a tradition at this point. Sofia and I went to say goodbye to it on Sunday, and here are some of the cooler things we saw: This painting is interesting for it's, um, unique interpretation of Greek mythology. "Man," Perseus seems to be saying. "This saving Andromeda thing wasn't that hard! She's just standing on this chill sea monster here! Now if only these stupid cherubs would leave me alone! C'mon, girl, let's ride my Indian pony off into the sunset!" (I guess I never pictured Pegasus as a Pinto.) 
Speaking of Greek mythology, isn't Paris a sexy fella, what with his shapely girly butt and all? 
Sofia insists that "dis man" is a Latin abbreviation for a phrase that means "unto the hands of the gods," but I really prefer to think that Q. Cornelio was livin' it up in the Roman hood. Until he died and got stuck in an urn, of course. 
Here's an awesome library. I don't know why this random awesome library is in the middle of the Hermitage, but there it is. I want it. Also, it has a ghost, apparently (dude, look at the picture!), which makes it even awesomer. (Shut up, I know that's not a word.) 
Orpheus: "Aw, shit!" 
This picture is self-explanatory. 
I had final exams, I went and said goodbye to the kind people at my internship, I turned in my final papers, we had a finishing banquet, blah blah blah. At our table, we amused ourselves by making pirate hats out of our placemats. Sometimes you have to make your own fun. And now I'm leaving. Man, on the one hand, I'm gonna miss Petersburg SO MUCH...on the other hand, getting lost all the time and having the galloping consumption has kind of lost its novelty. And I miss my friends and family, dammit. And I want a freakin' peanut butter sandwich. I'm so out of here. Do svydanya, Russia! - declared by Liusia @ 2:40 PM Monday,
December 15, 2003
Hot Pirate on Pirate Action So, Amanda found another installment of the Captain Blood series in the bookstore. Naturally, it required purchasing, especially after reading the opening paragraph: The great cabin, flooded with sunlight from the tall stern windows of horn, which now stood open above the creaming wake, had been made luxurious by richly carved furnishings, by hangings of green damask and by the gilded scroll-work of the bulkheads. Here Peter Blood, her present owner, bending over the Spaniard, who reclined on a daybed by the stern locker, was reverting for the moment to his original trade of surgery. His hands, as strong as they were shapely, and by deftness rendered as delicate of touch as a woman's, had renewed the dressing on the Spaniard's thigh, where the fractured bone had pierced the flesh. He now made a final adjustment to the strappings that held the splint in place, stood up, and with a nod dismissed the Negro steward who had been his acolyte. Sexxxy. Dude, even the scenery is getting in on the act. "Creaming wake" indeed. I may be a dirty-minded individual, but the subtext in these books is getting progressively more hilariously blatant. Mr. Rafael Sabatini (1875-1950), author extraordinaire, I think I love you. It's too bad you obviously don't swing my way. And, you know, are dead. In other news: 3 days until I come home! Huzzah! - declared by Liusia @ 12:52 PM Sunday,
December 14, 2003
Another quiz that proves my dorkitude
Okay, while Picard was awesome, I'd rather, like, hang out with him than be him. If I could be anyone from that quiz, I'd want to be Mister Morden. Dork! Moreover, I know about all 50 of the possible quiz result characters, and could probably write brief biographies of each. Pity me. - declared by Liusia @ 1:42 PM |
