Get · Ready · for · My · Love

Thank you, guyz, for your continued support. I'm now being made whole - yope, right now as we speak - which is just what I need so badly. Getting back to the right track wasn't easy for my ruined bodily man, daily commemoration is to cleanse me. Hey, yep, and some of my everyday idiosyncrasies have to be left behind, too...

Спасибо вам, все те, кто не отвалился ради собственной неготовности, кто по-прежнему рядом со мной. Чувствую я себя лучше, но что-либо определённое говорить покамест не подобает - рано ещё. Я рад, что это посещение не застигло меня одного, что вы поминаете меня. Впредь я буду стараться себя по возможности блюсти тщательней. Возможно, от целого ряда привычек мне придётся отказаться, но верю, что это к лучшему.

I'm not much in the news these days, really. That tricky Hellenic gold retail launch scheme I proudly announced to some of you is to be completely re-planned. I personally expect nothing fancy: Plaka-inspired marketing is not my thing anyway.

Не готов делиться с вами своими новостями. Ювелирная история с эллинистическим обертоном - которую я торжественно проанонсировал вслух некоторых из вас - всё больше витает в воздухе, и далеко не факт, что в виде свежеотпечатанных евро, изливающимися на мой скальп, да. Ритейл маркетинг в по-домашнему уютных династических масштабах Плаки - не моё это, сами же знаете.

Getting back into gear to be of service and make people beautiful on the outside and quite deep inside has been on my agenda for the last decade. Still I'm utterly surprised of people's ignorance of what is essential. That still amazes me everyday of my life quite a bit, in no possible way can I take is as a norm. Never in my life have I ever had any trouble comprehending Female ideation. Perhaps, I'm even way too good at it to live with my head not stuffed up with all this everything. But that one sure was an absolutely egregious case that exemplifies what I mean. Follow the link: http://community.livejournal.com/yab_ber/11963.html and tell me I'm wrong ;-Р.

Да, но делать людей красивыми снаружи и изнутри я должен безотносительно того, как распилены рекламные бюджеты в каких-то там ниочёмных и утлых журналах, вне зависимости от персонального шоппинга. Ведь вся эта мишурность бытия не может продолжаться 25 часов в сутки, как я привычен и как я обретаюсь все эти годы. Я повидал многое и меня мало что удивляет - особенно в Женщинах. Но всё же, есть особые случаи, когда я оказываюсь бессилен и бесполезен. Сходите по ссылке и убедитесь сами: http://community.livejournal.com/yab_ber/11963.html

Early yesterday morning I was heading to my shelter as usual. 22 below zero, it was blazing cold for me: the sleepless night right before wasn't even the last straw. I badly needed to light on some decent flowers for someone I sonly love for whatever it costs. Major flower shops I tried earlier proved to be kicking good for exotic species - that's their one and only speciality. But what they locally market here as 'floral services' is of a painfully doubtful taste, tell me I'm wrong.

So the neighborhood flower 24x7 kiosk was my one stop shopping without any fanfare. I knew the way I wanted the flowers to be done, so I was pretty quick. "U Vas ruka legkaya?" (literary "is your hand light?") - asked the flower not-so-girlie girl seriously as she held out her palm for the due cash. That's how local consumer service professionals in low-profile self-owned and/or privately operated establishments tend to informally enquire whether the client is bringing a good luck with his/her purchase, particularly with the cash in their hand. "I bring luck with all my very self" - I asserted in a straight-faced fashion. She took it well and seriously, in fact she looked reassured and satisfied.

I bluntly condemn such barbaric superstitions as a rule, but I loved her way, it's amazing how in no time can someone's life be so dramatically changed. Was just good to cheer her up. Maybe, by the next time to come she'll get ready for even more - just like many of us.

This Wednsday I proved to be an urban agent provocateur incarnate, no less then that. I came out of the bank, rambled through the Boulevard Ring for a while. Dropped by some very special people I was just longing to see for ages. I was desperate to see them, feel much better now. Called up a mate, we talked turkey. Wholesome dinner was not an option for me that day, really. I was too lazy to do any decent gourmet cooking myself: summer heat is the first reason to start with. So I came up with nothing better then heading home and gulping something down at a local mall fast food arcade. My greasy spoon of choice turned out to be as healthy as it possibly could – I went to Sushi-Toon to have some vegetarian rolls. As you can imagine, in terms of fast food industry that eatery is a real McCoy.


To make a long story a bit shorter, I looked at the bill to find out the name of the waitress. Rapid eye movements are such an uncontrollable thing, you know. The girl went by the name of Ekaterina Domrachyova. I confronted her with a straightforward, yet innocuous question as she was leaning closer to me to wipe around my table.
- Ekaterina Domrachyova, - is that you?» - I asked generously
- Yes – she murmured. She looked noticeably surprised and frightened.
- You don’t quite know what you last name means, do you?
- No clue…basically…
- Domrachyova can be traced back to domrachei – a musician whose job was to entertain Russian tsarinas in terem chambers by playing domra – a psalter-like music instrument.
- A music instrument, that is, - the girl looked just stunned and completely baffled.
- A qualified, skilled and reputable up-scale entertainer in before-Peter-the-Great-Russia, to be precise. It is such a master of his trade who is likely to be your ancestor.
- Oooh… THANK YOU SOOO MUCH, I couldn’t even think of anything like that! – the girl replied unburdening herself emotionally.


Little waitress… It was just great to make her day.

As some of you might have heard, I frequented SVO 1 Terminal C forth and back a couple of days ago to welcome and kiss good-bye not just every Tom, Dick or Harry. Not all Chelsea casuals are the same, right? This multi-agency operation coded as «Welcome to the Final Cup» seemed to be taken good care of from the above, really. I personally went about my mission just like a child: with boyish vigor and without a second thought – all this came as a surprise and was fun for me. But still there after all were things that made me feel uncomfortable and taken aback. Such things tend to come out of nothing, flash up in the middle of the way and make you realize the bitter truth: the world around you is not what it seemed to be. Deal with it, it’s something you have to reconcile your inner man with.
I’m a big fan of major airports, busy railway stations and highways as such, I basically fetishisize them. The only thing I really hate about local airports is that photographing is not allowed. They are considered to be sites of strategic importance, equaled to military installments. Even the GoogleMaps don’t seem to have brought about much change. What’s the deal then, I’ll render it into words nicely, be sure. Those were nothing but ground signs all round the shuttle boarding area. Heavy-duty hand-made metal frames with noticeable welding seams. The signs said: «buses tu metro».

My latest TV feature is to be aired on ORT channel pretty soon. I’m not exited in any way, no. I feel skeptical about it, perhaps just curious to see what happens. To find out how will people I know personally take this regular science flick. Can they be bothered with it at all? Are they likely to fall for it, if not, why? Is it something that will change their lives?
The film claims to give an insight into the hot potato of manipulating people. It was just what conscious citizens were long waiting for, ha-ha. Good for those new agers, overwhelmed with apocalyptic expectancy. A must-see for those possessed with global warming concerns, anti-globalists, freedom of speech apologists and other truth-hungry geeks.
A friend of mine, a naturally gifted blond chick who plotted the film, was sure to spoil the whole thing. She was – and still is – too positive, overtly optimistic and starry-eyed to get the right message across. She leaded off her account with corporate trainings, went further on to cover cruising pick up techniques and fetched up at mysticism. Nothing can’t really beat that sequence, but the way she worked it out is no good. That was certainly the case for lace-curtain truths, sensay headlines for the man in the street and all that squared aspidistra thing.
I just happened to be one of those behind the project. In no way was that a production I can align myself with. To pull the strings and bring people together – that was it for me. The series netted some of the nation’s most notable figures as guest experts. Those guys specify general tendencies in their respective industry compared to their own high-end know hows. Head of Rehabilitation Center for Former Sect Members, two computerniks who chanced to be twins biologically – they almost fitted it like a glove. Local NLP guru and myself – for a greater show.
The only thing I really loved about it was that, as the movie goes on, I speak out. I have my say on love and prayer for the loved and the enemies as opposed to sympathetic and contagious types of magic. I also narrow the common notion of some Moscow jetsetters and artists as of witchcraft users and victims to several names you can figure out. I still haven’t watched the film myself, actually. Hope it will serve to make the difference anyway.