The smiles in flying envelopes arrived from the whole planet. Wish I had a friend in Antarctica. Happiness is a volatile liquid. No space-time, I do not realize where the spinning ball brings me. I'm lost. How otherwise could I have ended up sleeping on the library floor because of this:


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I took their hands and we began to jump crazily and going round and round. The snow was falling endlessly and the wind seemed to fill the space-time until the most remote black holes. Salsa rhythms were still resonating in our heads and shining on the rough brick walls of Engelhart. During three days me and Cem are gonna be the same age. Right enough for the happiness to fade away, leave place to the most gloomy corners of depression and then to return with the force of a new wave.

Сходите к зубному! Если Вы перепробовали всё на свете, слетали в космос, видели "в Африке рассвет", и, при этом, никакого удовольствия, как Владимир Ильич с Надеждой Константиновной за кофеём, значит, у Вас просто болят зубы. Ноющая, пульсирующая боль, которая возобновляется, как только стрелка "Настроение" делает робкие попытки подняться хотя бы на одно bloody деление.

Ударьте бормашиной по уже многочисленным и запущенным изъянам Вашей неотразимой улыбки! Попросите сделать это творчески, с небольшой долей сарказма и риторики. Пусть Вам расхерачат челюсть до неузнаваемости!

ХРУМ!

After all, Philippinian acid jazz has something universal in it. Philippines lay in the freakin middle of the Pacific and yet their vibe makes me remember the soviet style building of my music school in the freakin middle of that snowy winter 1996. Am I able to look at myself after so many years have gone? If god does not have hats and feather boa in his drawers, we'd better be superstitious.

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Oh yeah! Poolwater has just performed in public for the first time. We are four guys, coming from three different continents and living on the fourth one. Ask Cem why our band is called Poolwater, he is still himself not sure about it, but he seems to have an idea in his pocket. We met a couple of weeks ago and decided to jam together. Then Toan told one evening that he had signed us up for a performance, we have no way back, and 25 minutes to blow the public off. A shock, in other words. It was supposed to be a raise of funds for Darfur Community at Northwestern and it really sounded ambitious for us to play in front of hundreds of people. We came up with the playlist quite rapidly: Bob Marley's "Zimbabwe" and "So much trouble in the world" and Cem's own creation that initially was called "Squid", but then he renamed it for "One thing does" (all questions concerning the mystical significance are forwarded to him). This last song was but a raw draft with a couple of nice chords and a bunch of interesting ideas and we developed it into something audible.

Today we finally performed for the first time and I can say we did pretty well! Especially I am proud about the last song. We engineered it within two hours from scratch and it sounds beautiful. A relatively known band called State Radio performed straight after us which is a certain honor. The auditorium was not full, but nearly, maybe a couple hundred people.

Looking forward to perform again soon!

-- Это радость для тех, у кого есть телевизор. Вон у соседей он полночи орал. А если нет у меня телевизора, то и радости никакой,-- ворчал Сергей Николаевич, местный житель, чей дом, вопреки его воле, украшает огромный плакат "Вместе мы победим".-- Хотя если правду говорят, что для страны так лучше, тогда я, конечно, за.

Сергей Николаевич сидел у шоссе, по которому скоро будут ехать автобусы с олимпийцами, и продавал ведро помидоров.