I know I haven’t written in you very often lately, all that philosophy talk and a full-time job of being an asshole are really talking their toll, but today is special. First, my fellow countryman, Evgeni Malkin, having awoken from a deep sleep, proved himself to be worthy of his noble name and scored an important overtime goal. Second, my other countryman, Nikolai Khabibulin, having been forced to add an extra letter to his last name – the letter his French rival/rotation partner so mindlessly disregards – in order to survive in the cruel world of non-Cyrillic alphabet and inferior hockey, showed himself to be a real hero tonight, letting the mighty Hawks win a crucial game.
Хабибулин looking crazy after the fold: Continue reading
At least some good news today – we’re playing in the Finals defending our World Championship cred.
I’m posting this for myself so that I can have a reference instead of looking it up on stupidly slow (probably my fault) NHL website: Continue reading
I’ve been watching an excellent adaption of Pasternak’s Zhivago from 2005, unfortunately, no English subtitles – I think Pasternak’s presentation of the events of the pre- and post-Revolution changes in Russia strangely cheered me up: I cannot imagine living in circumstances such as those of Yuri Zhivago. This and reading the recent biography of Wittenstein family (The House of Witternstein) is really doing it for me, sounds banal and even evil, but the considerable suffering and bravery of others seems to put one’s trouble into a perspective. Here’s some more Russian stuff: Continue reading