PPP WORLD CUP. Played with Germany against Mexico and Australia. My tailbone almost fell off.

It turns (turning on my device) while I was deep asleep knocked down by the sultry PPP party and seeing icy Antarctic dreams, some Kater Holzig hooligans conspired with their Das Kapital counterparts, got hold of my camera (not shown in the picture for the stated reason) and took with it close to a zillion photos (of a questionable quality) – half of them of me from every possible angle, the other half of all the dogs in the area... They think it's funny. Me too.

- они бухие?
- нет. просто из бруклина.

магистрони грип - 800 песос. б/у

Перекур.

I figure the whole country must be smoking dope, because they’ve all got the fears. Or so it appears at first. In stations of Metro, the city’s subway, a recording told us over and over that Metro had new secure trash cans and—I think this is verbatim—“You can now put your trash where it belongs without fear.” Yes, brethren and cistern, you can throw away that newspaper in a state of calm.

We’re afraid of trash cans? What would Davy Crockett think?

The city is like an acid trip gone bad. On electronic signs on overpasses one sees that the Threat Level is Orange – kind of scared, but not yet with the screaming shaking gollywoggles. What does that mean? What do you do in Condition Orange that you don’t do in Condition Green? (Actually Green seems not to exist. The point appears to be to keep people in a constant state of moderate anxiety).

...

I get the impression that it is a response more to boredom than to peril. Life is pretty tedious going to the cubicle farm every day. Living in an imaginary war zone relieves the ennui. ... In a meaningless life, the chance to go mano-a-mano with bin Laden, even if only by tilting at trash cans, is better than nothing.

http://www.fredoneverything.net/

Вот черт. Сломалась кнопка на кейборде.. такая пластмассовая рамка, которая её держит в гнезде. Не выбрасывать же лаптоп. куда можно обратиться за запчастью? Знает кто-нибудь?

> Very interesting, I would like to hear what regular folks
> in Poland, Russia and the rest of the eastern block think
> about this film.

http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/letter-from-poland/



Conspiracy is an awesome genre. Love it. One makes a certain basic assumption (regardless of how loony it is) and builds upon it carefully through selective evidence as far and high as the construct can logically expand. May I, however, propose another set of basic premises for a theory that may not in the end be as sensational as this one, but nevertheless worth of a further elaboration that is required for a sweet feeling of paranoia – a more democratic one, if you will. For the cute argument sake, lets assume this act was not conceived and administered on the very top of political power (on the one hand, the stakes are too high; on the other, it's somewhat boring a theory: Putin this, Putin that, again and again, as if he is superhuman), but, rather, on the very bottom of it. Say, the air traffic controllers at the airport – just as many other functionaries in the civil aviation industry, including the investigators – primarily come from the air-force. It may very well be that the memory of their comrades shot down from the Georgian skies with an assistance (moral, if not technical) of the Polish political establishment in the course of preceding Georgian military aggression in South Ossetia that made the Russian traffic controllers in Smolensk less attentive to details on their cold monitors - they blinked just for a few (crucial) seconds, really - and not excessively concerned with the safety procedures when landing the craft carrying the representatives of the said Polish political establishment. They did a sloppy job – subconsciously or intentionally. Then this job was picked up by the investigators, who - when ordered to clarify issues - simply and on the same psychological grounds contributed to the sloppiness of the whole thing. Go figure. But the moral of this alternative conspiracy theory is the following: when analyzing the world affairs, never underestimate the regular folks, the roles which the nameless rank and file persons play or all too eager to play in the grand global politics. To take them out of equation strikes me as a bit too elitist an attitude.