They’re everywhere. We all have them (or hope we do!)
Guess which of the following two lovely faces is a lurker?
Are you a lurker?
I’m a lurker. I lurk on Ree’s blog. I don’t even want to be a Pioneer Woman reader; being an Aussie and all, I root for the underdog. (Did you like my use of the semi colon there?) But she’s just so damn engaging with her so-called ‘good’ photos and ‘yummy’ recipes. It’s irritatingly entertaining…
Here’s a funny lurker story for you.
I always look at my stat counter. I’m reassured when I see people from home visiting. Except, in the past week, there’s been this person from Ukraine who logs on for like, 10 hours at a time. I was getting a bit paranoid – is someone stalking me? Does someone here hate what I write? Should I close my blog?!
It got to the point that I checked everytime I walked out the door to see there was no one waiting there to berate me for my blog. Then I realised… the IP address… it was mine.
Here are some other random thoughts for the evening:
Before I left Australia, I read the book Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. It’s set in Ukraine. The movie (of the same name, directed by Liev Schreiber and starring Elijah Wood) is a little more straightforward and just as enjoyable (even though it was filmed in the Czech Republic, hrmph).
The music, story and acting (especially Eugene Hutz’s acting and his Gogol Bordello music – he’s my hero) are all fantastic. I recommend watching the movie, and reading the book if you have the time and inclination. Personally I watch it every now and then and it helps me with my Russian (there are parts in Russki with English subtitles. I’m understanding more and more).
Did you know the name Liev (as in Schreiber) is spelt the same in Russian as the name Leo (as in Tolstoy)? The true transliteration of his name into latin letters is ‘Lyev’. And, with the streets and squares named after him (Tolstoy, not Schreiber), it then changes into ‘Lva Tolstogo’. Yep, Russian is a confuzzling lingo.
Another random thought: if there is a sound that I identify with Kyiv, it’s the car alarm. There is someone who parks their car near my apartment, and I can imitate the noise off by heart. When I visited Almaty in Kazakhstan, I heard the same noise and felt right at home.
One day, I hope to record it for you. But I fear I’m so used to it, I’ll never get there in time.
Besides that, there’s not much more to add tonight…
PS Welcome to my first visitor from Afghanistan! I don’t think this blog will help you find Istanbul Salsa though…