Shout For Milk and Cereal

no, shout for oatmeal kasha or buckwheat kasha. This is a quickie, because I have a lot of emails to respond to before heading out to the city of Vyborg tomorrow. My life has been interestingly multi-varied. It's interesting what happens when you go to an institution that doesn't take up 150% of your life after going to one that does.

Along with taking 4 academic classes (International Relations, Anthropology of City sub-cultures, Russian Revolutions, and Russian Language) and auditing 1 class (Jewish history/anthropology) I've been taking a studio art class on printmaking with an amazing artist, learning the bayan, and still have time to myself, time with friends, drinking at 8am, wandering the streets at 1am, contemplating escapism, avoiding Nevsky, sitting down on a bench in the park with Pushkin and Gorkii with some bread, cheese, and kalbasa.

and photos to prove some of it:



totally not fitting in with the glam Russian scene


i did the makeup myself


on a skype with Reed Russian level 1 and 2 classes .. was lots of fun.

much love to all my readers,

vlad

p.s. this city has lots of stray dogs. I made an etching of one of them, hopefully I'll be able to post that up next post..