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Sweet Dupont!

  • Nov. 1st, 2009 at 11:19 PM

Oh Dupont Circle - your sweet fruity smell makes people go bananas! And when it comes to Halloween - you can't tell between a drag-queen and the queen of hearts - both would be just stunningly awesome! When dark macabre alleys of Adams-Morgan take you to the open plaza of Dupont you enter a totally new dimension - off the strait road of regular sex. But it's fun - merry Halloween the gay way.

Three Dupont Circle musketeers

...take me down to the paradise city....!

The phantom of the opera is here, inside my mind......................................

Bloody!
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But no matter how dark the night becomes - the dawn is coming next. So just follow this simple rule -

...and see you next Halloween!

Post-pumpkin

  • Nov. 1st, 2009 at 11:25 AM

Hope you all had a formidable Halloween party and your costumes will be in your friends' memories forever (at least till the next theme-party!) And here's a Post-Halloween scare:


Another side of Pumpkin

  • Oct. 28th, 2009 at 2:39 PM


"Заходите к нам на огонек!"

Holiday mix

  • Oct. 26th, 2009 at 9:39 PM

Black and purple Halloween must-haves got mixed with pumpkin pies and turkey stuff. Orange, brown, terracotta mingled with pitch black, rotten green and violet terror. Family holiday accessories plunged into outdoor horror party  paraphernalia.  And in a matter of days this crazy spirit potion will acquire more traces of red-and-green big-fucking X-mas-mess. Halloween brew to turkey gravy and then to eggnog. End-of the-year-holidays will erupt first in an end-of-the-world shopping spree when all those horrific and thankful walk up to their knees in STUFF directed only by discount percentage peace on earth promising.
Sweet Americans! With all that liberal not-giving-a-shit-ness tattooed on your passports you are still deep-brain bugged to celebrate your pride and consumerism (more commonly known as family values) at the end of every calendar year, so that the gods of marketing planning are happy and pleased. Since early teens you go head over toes in self-expression, but bungle heavily onto doors of the same brands in every shopping mall in every state from west to east coast. How many coaches and j.crews will be sold during this seasonal pandemic? How many receipts will be signed to demonstrate your love and devotion to stuff till new-collection-parts-us finale?.. But there is nothing wrong with it, and it's good since you fill up with new potential while cutting off tags (sometimes saving them for return) and new hopes you invest into another piece of semi-designer crap.
Life is cheap, but its accessories (OMG!) cost a fortune!


 

 

Oct. 23rd, 2009

  • 1:05 PM

Well, it's another autumn on earth. New colors are creeping into foliage, squirrels and chipmunks are getting even crazier over nuts and other little stuff they go nuts over, and I feel like beer in this crisp transparent air mixed with August sunlight and September birch-trees. They call it here paper-tree because of the paper-thin patches of bark, but to me it's all the same - the same golden coins of leaves and the smell of an autumn birch-tree.
Like a bamboo for Asians birch-tree is a comfort tree for northerners.  I was meaning to get a pot of bamboo form my balcony right at the hammock... May be this weekend? They have really neat pot plants in the local Vietnamese shopping center. And together with the birch-tree under the balcony it would be quite a sight.
The greatest thing about my new place is the wall-wide balcony window, sunset side. A spasy open balcony is another thing - the very place to grew black and white poppies. I am really enjoying the constant change of those plants - their cycle from a bud to fading petals on the ground.
So with all these little things the autumn of 2009 is very welcome in my life.


Local weather

  • Oct. 7th, 2009 at 2:08 PM

Today's weather forecast might sound this way: clear sky, breezy - high 70 during the day, and at night.... I wish I had a TV reception to check the face of the weather man when he says this "breeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzy" closer to "freeeeeezing".
From my side of the sliding door it feels closer to this:

To Lord Toba's Hall
   five or six horsemen hurry hard -
       a storm-wind of the fall!
                                                Buson.

Taniguchi-san in his eighteenth century would understand me today.

New area code

  • Sep. 28th, 2009 at 9:21 PM

The final settlement took way more time than you can possibly imagine. Arrangements, appliances, tons of stuff crammed into the space of its final destination. I am really done for now and there are even two glasses from the thrift shop to celebrate the official settlement. But god saves me from any housewarming party and all those "concerned" who never cared about a simple e-mail or a phone call.
Anyway, it's a pretty interesting location; a mixture of Mexicans, Chinese, Vietnamese, Indians, and Koreans. Their cuisine and manners can be nice and interesting one day and shocking on the other.  Plus there is a unique DC breed of selfishness and self-importance (oh, FL, I miss you). I am sure they are nice and cordial individuals when taken separately, but all together... they are something you have to face every day with no way to avoid. Except that there is always a choice to move to a different area, but... I am already kind of settled here. And I will have to decode this new place.

Darkness at dawn

  • Sep. 27th, 2009 at 10:02 AM

Summer is over,
Rain in the window,
Moving boxes.



Black Rock: A Tribute

  • Jul. 12th, 2009 at 11:01 PM

It was a shark. Undeniably. Its final grin froze between the waves of the high tide and the sky. Tiny white triangles between gray flesh with bloody bruises. Salty splashes washed away any trace of smell. They left nothing but the grin that was aimed directly at me, who dared to disturb its privacy. The shark was washed away and left between branches of driftwood with the last high tide. A few vultures were circling high above in the cloudless sky, waiting to start their feast. The still grin also regarded them with "I don't give a shit about you." The deathbed was worth the shark: tangled branches int the waves, giving the ocean queen its final salute of salty foam.
It will soon disappear, turn into another form of life matter. But as I was watching it I could not but admit the harmony of colors. Silvery skin of the shark against the polished bark of the drift wood, between the dark-blue of the ocean and the thrilling blue of the sky. No way I would make this observation if I saw those protruded flints in the waves off shore. i won't even try to describe my reaction for it would be dreadful.
The sun lit the shore, the tide was going out, the vultures cicled slowly above. A year ago at this very shore I saw another dead - a sea turtlle. It was almost an empty shell of a turtle covered in barnicles, empty eyes staring into nowhere. From now on this would be a shore of the dead for me, with two ocean ghosts washed away. The grim shore is worthy of the name Black Rock.


12:52 AM

  • Jul. 11th, 2009 at 12:52 AM

Two guys getting home from a night at the bar.  Its a small city and nothing much to be don at those places this time of night.  It's almost like little frogs sticking to the window late at night trying to catch some insects flying around the light.  So when the miserable night is over they return home back to their real things the would like to do.  For example

 - call a friend
 - have a cup of tea
 - check email

So what does the sensible woman do?  She steals the cup of tea while he is too busy with their phone call.  And while there is a whole bag of chocolate... what else can two guys dream about.  This is just a little observation of man's nature late at night. 


Jul. 7th, 2009

  • 12:15 PM

All I know is that my spirits are shattered! Another friend proved to be nothing but a manipulative meaningless bitch.
To put myself together needed:
- a cup of tea in a special "don't let the bastards wear you down" cup
- two toasted muffins with butter (slightly melted)
- one peach
- public comfort
- general approval
- shower
- Bond? James Bond?
- disclosure that leads to public execution of that human vermin - Chicago style.

...

After James Bond and another cup of tea in a different cup here is what I think - let it all go by. We do not need this crap in our life.
Mood changed.
Page turned.
And I am going for a walk.

Writer's Block: Venting

  • Jun. 30th, 2009 at 12:50 PM

What's the most annoying thing that happened to you this week?


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weekend

Writer's Block: Comic Instinct

  • Jun. 30th, 2009 at 12:47 PM

Do you think animals have a sense of humor?

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sure they have - just try to step in some cat's way and you will be punished, but in the most humorous way.

Locust

  • Jun. 30th, 2009 at 12:12 PM

Here is another creepy crawler. Locust – a monstrous yellow-red grass-hopper, once imported from far-far away. I spotted it at the kitchen window, and while I took my camera and rushed outside the insect didn’t move an inch. It seemed to me as if I had all the time in the world to take this picture. THe locust wasn’t in a hurry at all. A perfect model, it was calmly posing in the afternoon sun. As I turned away to cast a look at the kitchen window I realized why the insect was so calm. It was just waiting for its turn. I was in a locust bed-room. And the bed was my ivy-covered kitchen-window. Two huge insects were sharing pleasure without paying attention to anything around. I guess my camera would be the last thing to distract them from their bed sport.

PS: Those happy creatures enjoyed each other for more than three hours before their ball of clutched legs bumped heavily from the ivy and disappeared in the grass.


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Mickey Mouse man

  • Jun. 26th, 2009 at 7:21 PM

FILE - In this Tuesday, March 6, 2001 file picture...
BREAKING NEWS
msnbc.com staff and news service reports
updated 7:12 p.m. ET, Thurs., June 25, 2009

Michael Jackson has died at age 50 after being rushed to UCLA Medical Center, NBC News has confirmed.

Los Angeles Fire Department Capt. Steve Ruda told the L.A. Times that Jackson was not breathing when paramedics arrived at his home and CPR was performed.

TMZ.com reported that he may have suffered cardiac arrest.

Show is ON!

  • Jun. 18th, 2009 at 10:45 PM


And so it's gonna happen! By the second week of July I should be ready to exhibit my works. Walnut St., downtown.
And dark chocolate to it! No matter what - this is my first step in this direction (and it feels like a very right thing to do), and this will be only my choice of works, my decision, my idea, my shots.
And from now on, till mid-July, my mind is set to a very different pace (apart from Mouse-chase). Scheming, printing and framing, decision-making and people-meeting.
eeeYesss!


The Beetles!

  • Jun. 17th, 2009 at 6:25 PM


As soon as I wanted to open the door my eye caught a strange movement right at the threshold. An old piece of gauze was moving in a jerky way. After a closer examination I discovered a huge beetle tangled in an old fabric. In wild life my chance to meet such a spices would be minimal. To find it right at my door was a miracle. The beetle was transferred into a glass and I attended the Mouse who wouldn’t stand any other miracles but himself.

After an hour or so I took a camera and went outside. I chose the brightest background to show the beetle’s beautiful armor and three sharp hooked horns. My camera was out of power so I had to borrow a wallet-size picture-taker that I didn’t trust t all. The light was beautiful, the background was right, but the beetle was surprisingly still as if it was petrified in its own shell. After the first hundred shots were taken, I left my model outside and went to check on Mouse. Dinner followed. The beetle was sitting motionless on the very spot I left it. The sun went down. When I looked out of the window one more time I found the beetle on its side, the tiny perfection of its legs still. It looked dead. It was dead. Had I been taking pictures while the beetle was saying its last goodbye to the sun? Did I capture the last rays of light on its armor? Still it was a beautiful beetle to be thrown away. Carefully, I put it into a paper towel and transferred it to the garage.

The Mouse was set for the night. The dinner table was set and cleaned when again I looked into the garage. The beetle was on its side the very way I left it.

I couldn’t take my eyes from it. It was dead but… it was so massive and threatening. It was a fighting beetle. I put the sheet with the beetle next to my computer when I heard something that resembled a sigh. And it was coming directly from the beetle. It was alive after all! I checked it carefully and noticed its legs it moving slightly. I was right after all – its stillness hadn’t deceived me.

I took the beetle outside and raised it high to see the three horns one last time against the moon. It was perfect. A real war beetle. Slowly I put it down on the very spot I found it and immediately it was gulped by the darkness.

 

Ocean

  • Jun. 12th, 2009 at 11:08 PM

Have you ever been welcomed back by a certain place? A forest wind? Waves of grass in the field? A sun-lit garden? It happened to me last night. It was absolutely unbelievable, yet... it was for sure.
The original plan was to find a spot in some cafe near the ocean and spend a few hours away from home and things connected to it. But probably due to the current economic situation, the cafe landscape has changed dramatically. Some places were out of business, some were too new and crowded to be fun. Nothing to be done. Every one wants to find a spot under the moon. Plus we had to be Tremendous-Mouse-wise.
After wasting some time to find that very right spot, it was decided to just walk along the beach. And here begins the magic. I have never been a great fan of the Atlantic: too big, too cold, too windy. I would definitely prefer a pool to the beach (unless access is private and has the very right setting and organization - the last happens very seldom). As soon as I stepped on the sand I felt weightless. At last I disappeared and I became lighter than air. I was washed by warm foamy waves as I walked on sand and bits of shells of the shore. Salty air?... It had that distinctive seafood flavor you will never buy for hundreds of bucks even in the best restaurants and taverns. You will be sold tastes, seasonings and smells, but not this air of the ocean.
I was totally welcomed by the ocean. I was charmed, washed away into its warm foamy waves. The sunset made the palm trees look like etchings against the last glow of the day. I hold my Mouse tight, our hair smelt like ocean. And we were very happy to be together, on the darkening beach, feeling a big warm friend who was waiting for us to be back.