22
Sep
08

говорение по-русски

Two interrelated observations made this weekend.

One, I didn’t spend enough time in Syria studying Arabic (al-Jazeera Arabic or the Syrian dialect). I can (rightfully) blame some of that on spending the first five months finishing up my master’s, but what of the other four months I was there?

Two, lesson learned in Russia. I have consistently been spending at least one or two hours per day (if not more, time permitting) studying the Russkii, but feel as though I have little to show for it except that my listening has improved greatly. For personal purposes, focusing on listening and reading is ideal, but I’d still like to be able to speak it much better than I can. And the fact that I’ve been here about two and a half months now with not much noticeable progress by way of speaking has me fearing that another Syria is upon me. Sure, we’re supposed to be getting (free) lessons one of these days, but that’s contingent on too many factors to rely upon as much I’d like to. So now I feel stuck.

Чорт возмьи!

15
Sep
08

russian things

[Bad pun alert! Bad pun alert!]

If I’m being totally honest (and often I’m not), I must admit that I already miss summer. It gave Moscow the ol’ up yours for another year just last week, but already there’s a fond nostalgia of what I did and laments of what I wasn’t able to do in my first summer in Moscow (which was already delayed thanks to stupid grad school). In a weird, perverse sort of way, I’m interested in seeing what life is like here during the bitterest of winter days although I will probably be witnessing that as much as possible from the comfort of my own heated flat. If I’m up for an adventure, I might venture out onto the balcony for a quick smoke. This would pretty much be in tune with my advice to self regarding winters in DC: avoid the outside whenever possible. Really, it’s not bad, but why subject oneself to that? Leave that to the hardy homeless people.

But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself – it’s hard to tell with the weather here recently. I’ve been told that Russian autumns are quite pleasant, so there’s no need to “Russian” to winter just yet.

(I know, I know. But reread the first sentence of this post. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

11
Sep
08

random thoughts

DDT is coming to town. I started seeing billboards for this over the weekend looking at City Day preparations. Actually, what’s really strange are all the western artists that come here now. Sure, they play U.S./British music over here a fair bit, but I can’t imagine these groups have a big enough following to play anything but clubs. But what do I know? Case in point, later this year, there’s a hip hop or RNB festival going on. And (and!) Snoop Dogg at a different gig.

…..

Yesterday I came home from classes hungry as ever (I really should start eating breakfast of some sort) and decided to have a Stardog to see what those were like. There’s a cart within spitting distance from my housing block on Novinsky Blvd, but I never dared until yesterday. I had a French hot dog (I never heard of it before either). It was cheap and sufficiently delicious. The funny thing was, that when I got back to my flat, I ran into another teacher who was about to invite me to grab a bite to eat at Stardog, then asked if Nelly might want to get one since I was set.

So, my question is, do these Stardogs have some kind of addictive quality about them? Is it like some sort of cult where once you’ve tried one, you can’t help but want more? Incidentally, I think I might just go for seconds today. I’ve been looking for something else cheap to ween me off of my semi-obsession with Kartoshku. Baked potatoes are great (and cheap as well), but hardly filling.

…..

My final question is: I wonder what it would take Ashan to open up a hypermarket in the city center (preferrably in my neck of the woods). Mind you, even if they did, they would probably jack up the prices just to be able to afford the lease.

…..

Oh, wait. One more thing. Yesterday, as part of my daily ritual of Russian self-study, I went to the Russian Mentor website but couldn’t get on. Sometimes the internet here gets a bit spotty, but I’m afraid that the site actually is down. The listening hasn’t worked in ages and when you answer the questions on the reading, it doesn’t recognize as True when you get the right answers. Not a terribly big deal, but somewhat annoying. Hopefully, the site’s down to fix those errors. It’s the best website I’ve found online for study. There’s another one out there that could rival it if they bother to flesh out the content they promise to have.

10
Sep
08

Library 27

Has anyone ever been this excited to track down a library? Let me explain. Library 27 (Novodevitchy proezd) hosts a German-speaking (or just organized) Toastmasters group. It also (more interestingly) is said to be the home and workplace – I think “home” is meant in the same sense that I say I live at Starbucks – of one Alexander Dugin.

Who is he? Why, only one of Russia’s most prominent Eurasianists (think nationalists who really really wouldn’t mind Russia reasserting itself over CIS countries a la Soviet era dominance). Dugin is the sort of fellow who will one day – perhaps very soon – make his way on to my meepa blog. But first I want to check out his digs at #27.

05
Sep
08

is today freaky friday?

Walking to the metro this morning, I passed the American Embassy and along the road (opposite the White House, not Novinski Blvd) there was a whole caravan of minibuses with OMOH personnel/soldiers. One of the buses was labeled “Medical Services,” but I didn’t notice anything for the others. Some of the guys were standing outside playing up Russian stereotypes by doing nothing but smoking cigarettes and ogling the female passersby. I have no idea what they could possibly be doing. Surely with everything going on in Georgia, there isn’t some kind of joint exercise with Uncle Sam in progress.

I also saw an old woman working out of a repair stall, possibly for shoes although I couldn’t tell from where I was. That in itself is nothing unusual. What struck me that her stall was a (hopefully) disused port-a-potty. Of course with rents being what they are in this fair city, I’m sure she still has to pay the equivalent of $1500/mo for her “office”.

Once I actually got to the metro station and inside the car to that undisclosed location where I was headed, I noticed a stray dog just casually exiting the train and walking into the station. It stopped for a moment, presumably to figure out where the exit or transfer point was. I hope it made it to wherever it was going, but I’m curious how much it had to pay for the privilege. Perhaps not being human gives one some sort of discount from the kindly babushkas sitting at the ticket counters.

All in all, a very strange but highly amusing morning.

Oh, if anyone can tell me what the function of OMOH is, I’d appreciate it.

01
Sep
08

dining in moscow

All told, I’ve been in Moscow about 40 days now which I think is sufficient time to report on some of Moscow’s eateries. Of course food is expensive here (what isn’t?), so I haven’t been to a lot of restaurants; but I’ve managed to hit some of the more common ones.

First, as a point of clarification, the McDonalds at the Kremlin is not the first Soviet McDonalds. That one is located in Pushinskaya Square. Because I loathe Mickey D’s, I haven’t been to the first one, but I did go inside the Kremlin one and will say this. If you don’t mind queueing up for half of eternity for grossly substandard fast food, then go nuts. Or you can head next door to the quieter Sbarros. As I haven’t eaten at McDonalds here in Moscow, I can’t comment on prices, but I was told by a local that when the first one opened, it was prohibitively expensive. People went there to be seen there. Now, it’s affordable by Russian standards. So take that for what that’s worth.

And before I forget, and while I’m on the topic of fast food, there’s not a lot of American brands here beyond Pizza Hut and McDonalds, but there is also Rostick’s/Kentucky Fried Chicken. There is still some debate between colleagues of mine as to how the “Rostick’s” part of the name came about, but supposedly it’s still KFC. I have yet to try that as well, but they’re not hard to find if someone else wants to get there first.

The first restaurant I ate at in Moscow was the Pizza Express at Smolensky Passage – known famously by us expats as the former home of central Moscow’s Stockmann’s. Someone once told me that they had the best pizza ever at Pizza Express. It’s good, it’s nice, it’s a little pricey (though not too bad), but it’s not all that. I’ve been there twice and I thought it delicious, but not really much more.

Yolki Palki is a nice little chain that you see all over town. I went to the one on New Arbat which, oddly, you have to pass through a Japanese restaurant to get to. They have two salad bars (one hot, one cold), but neither appealed to me, so I ordered off the menu. And, like any good reviewer, I can’t remember what I ate. Something with chicken I expect. It was really good, though, whatever it was. I’d definitely go back. The prices were fine, too. The interior ambience is woodsy. Perhaps overdone, but like many other places, at least they have better artwork than Starbucks.

Shesh Besh is another Russian chain. There’s one near Smolenskaya Metro (the light blue/Old Arbat station) and another one along Noviy Arbat. I went to the latter and ordered something with chicken. This time I only don’t quite remember because the menu used a word I’d never seen before. The cuisine is Azerbaijani which doesn’t seem to be much different from Middle Eastern food (as all food should be, except Indian and Mexican which are good enough in their own rights). If shchi or borscht is your thing, go elsewhere as it wasn’t listed on the menu. As with Yolki Palki, the food was delicious and I would easily go back. The staff even dress up in the local costume. I’m half dying to ask them if they like that or if they feel it’s pandering to tourists or whatever. I have yet to do so. Maybe next time.

Sushi.ru is another chain, but obviously Japanese food this time. I’m still wondering if being a Japanese restaurant in Moscow means that you’re primarily focused on sushi, but this seems to be the case. Sushi.ru has non-sushi related items. I tried the plate full of prawns dipped in beer, not knowing fully what I picked. The menu has pictures (see what you started Dennys!), but it was so small, I couldn’t tell. I definitely wouldn’t have ordered that if I knew. I only forced down about six or seven. I love prawns but only when fried. They don’t have their eyeballs still on and are much less messy to eat then. I don’t want to fault the restaurant for that since I’ve seen that dish in other restaurants, but I was less than impressed. Some time before I leave, I’d like to give them another go but it won’t be any time soon. The ambience also, is rather bland. And with tained windows, it was hard to tell if they were open or not, despite a sign saying they should be.

I have a few other restaurants to add, but I’ll save that for a future post. Final verdict: fear not the chains. The two Russian ones I mentioned above were spoken highly of by students of mine.

It should also be noted that all of these restaurants mentioned above have staff with at least some knowledge of English, with the possible exception of Shesh Besh. I tend to speak Russian (inasmuch as I’m able) while I’m out and about, so I don’t know if it’s possible to get by without any Russian at all, but as long as a menu has pictures or is also in English, you needn’t worry if you’re not down with Russian or Cyrillic.

NB: This may not be the case the more you dine away from Arbat (old or new), so keep that in mind if need be. Also, the service in most (affordable) restaurants is such that you have to flag down the waitress for the check. If you can’t ask in Russian just mimic writing something down on a piece of paper. They’ll understand that.

Cheers!

01
Sep
08

MEEPA is off and running

My new (strictly analytical) blog is up and running! I’m excited but still somewhat overwhelmed since it deals with both the Middle East (well, part of it) and Eurasia (again, part of it – for now). This week’s posting analyzes the recent shifts in Syrian foreign policy which caught me by surprise.

30
Aug
08

old arbat

This morning I was reading Moscow News hoping to find a list of “do’s” for this weekend’s celebration. I stumbled on an article talking about changes on Old Arbat. It seems that the street vendors that used to line the center of the street have been told to pack it in. Since I was away when all this transpired, I thought perhaps it was because it was the end of tourist season, but alas no. Mayor Luzhkov wasn’t down with the stall upon stall of “vulgar” matryushkas and would prefer stall upon stall of booksellers.

The bad thing is that the tchotchkis that they sold were a little more varied than in the stores who can’t seem to be bothered to have gas masks in stock, for example. But then again, it leaves more room for the pedestrians to wander aimlessly (and slowly), blocking my path to Starbucks or wherever.

26
Aug
08

Layover in Helsinki

three heads

three heads

On Saturday/Sunday, I flew back to Moscow with visa in hand at long last. Thankfully, the trip was not as excruciating as it was when I went back to the U.S. Actually, it was quite pleasant because I had an unnecessarily long layover in Helsinki. Being one of the easiest ways to get to see a new city, I decided to make the most of my free time (almost eight hours between flights).

Sadly, it was raining on Sunday – not terribly hard, but just enough to be annoying, especially since I checked my umbrella and wasn’t about to buy a new one. So, after leaving the airport, I hopped on a bus downtown and got off at the train station and pretty much stayed within a two-mile radius of said train station, whilst dodging the rain. To be sure, I’m sure there was much more to see of Helsinki, but I’m sure I saw enough.

Having acclimated myself rather quickly to the size of Moscow, Helsinki came across as quite small (which has its advantages, even though I prefer megatropolises myself). I feel quite fortunate that I was able to spend x number of hours downtown on a layover versus on a proper holiday because I think I might have gotten bored quickly if I spent more than a couple days there. Having said that, if I lived in Helsinki, I’m sure that I would be quite taken by its charms. Sadly, such charms do not extend to much of the architecture which I thought to be largely either bland or bizarre. I absolutely love the design of the building in the pic above, though.

At any rate, my Finnish adventure ended rather quickly, but hey. I got to tick another European country off on my list of places I’ve traveled to. For those keeping score, the total is now (just) four. Curse America and its geographic isolation.

22
Aug
08

September 1

According to rumors I heard, I will begin my PhD as early as Fall 2009. In the meantime, I’d like to focus more blog work on analysis. To that end, I have set up a new blog (meepa.wordpress.com) which I expect to roll out on 1 September. It’s going to be a monumental task because I plan to cover both the Middle East (well, the portions of it that interest me) and Eurasia (ibid.).

This blog, as well as my Syrian blog (halab.wordpress.com) will remain active and I will continue posting to them insofar as I’m able, although this one is likely to get updated more since I’m in Russia for the next year or so. Both blogs, however, will be reduced to personal observations (sometimes humorous, sometimes not) on life as an American in these respective countries. MEEPA, as the acronym would suggest, is going to be strictly analysis.




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