Why is it bad to eat ice cream for breakfast? I don't know. Perhaps I'll get diabetes in my old age. Perhaps I'll get a sugar high and the accompanying sugar low. Whatever. But it has to be bad...right?

Well, I swear, I'll start eating healthy food for breakfast. Or I'll go back to my usual "no breakfast" routine. Eating ice cream for breakfast is just begging for disaster...right?

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Russian poem for the day:

ЗЕРКАЛО
Саша Черный

Mirror
Sasha Cherniy

Кто в трамвае, как акула,
Отвратительно зевает?
То зевает друг-читатель
Над скучнейшею газетой.

Who on the tram, like a shark,
Yawns disgustingly?
Then yawns the dear reader,
Above the most boring newspaper.

Он жует ее в трамвае,
Дома, в бане и на службе,
В ресторанах и в экспрессе,
И в отдельном кабинете.

He chews it on the tram,
In houses, in bath-houses, and while at work,
In restaurants and on the express,
And in separate rooms.

Каждый день с утра он знает,
С кем обедал Франц-Иосиф
И какую глупость в Думе
Толстый Бобринский сморозил...

Each day, from the morning, he knows,
With whom Franz-Joseph dined
And what stupidity in Thought
Fat Bobrinskiy blurted out...

Каждый день, впиваясь в строчки,
Он глупеет и умнеет:
Если автор глуп - глупеет,
Если умница - умнеет.

Each day, absorbed between the lines,
He becomes stupider and wiser
If the author is foolish--he becomes stupider,
If wise--he grows wiser.

Но порою друг-читатель
Головой мотает злобно
И ругает, как извозчик,
Современные газеты.

But now and then, dear reader
The head shakes maliciously
And scolds, like a cabbie,
the contemporary newspapers

"К черту! То ли дело Запад
И испанские газеты..."
(Кстати - он силен в испанском,
Как испанская корова).

"To line! That whatever the West
And Spanish newspapers do..."
(By the way--it is as strong in Spanish
As a Spanish cow.)

Друг-читатель! Не ругайся,
Вынь-ка зеркальце складное.
Видишь - в нем зловеще меркнет
Кто-то хмурый и безликий?

Dear reader! Don't be scolded,
Take out a well-made mirror.
Look--in it ominously fades
Someone who is gloomy and faceless.

Кто-то хмурый и безликий,
Не испанец, о, нисколько,
Но скорее бык испанский,
Обреченный на закланье.

Someone who is gloomy and faceless,
Not Spanish, oh, not at all,
But faster than a Spanish bull,
doomed at the sacrifice

Прочитай: в глазах-гляделках
Много ль мыслей, смеха, сердца?
Не брани же, друг-читатель,
Современные газеты...

Read: through the peepholes
There is unlikely(?) thought, laughter, and heart
No battlefield but, dear reader,
The contemporary newspapers...

I did the translation stanza by stanza this time, since the poem is longer. Does anyone get the meaning of this thing? Does anyone else think this poem is weird?

As usual, comments and corrections much appreciated.

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Random Thoughts:

>>I really should haul my ass up and go to school to sell back my books and pay my tuition fees...but I'm too lazy. Oh, no. I'm turning into a fat lazy bum.

Oh wait. I've been a lazy bum since birth. That means nothing's changed really.

>>Belated Happy Birthday to my friend, Dianne. Er...I don't know what else to say, because I don't have a birthday suite for her. Sorry. I'll make one next time, when your birthday doesn't land on finals week.

>>I want ice cream again. Ice cream sandwiches are addictive. I suppose they're healthy too, since they're made with milk and bread... Nah, it's just me trying to rationalize eating junk food.

>>Consider this: in most professions, people know you by your name. If you try to change your name in the middle of your career, for example to get married, your clients/peers might get confused. Plus you'd have to go back and change all your stationery, your signs, business cards, etc. What a hassle.

A solution would be to still use your maiden name, but that is problematic. People might still think you're single and hit on you/think you're an old maid who gave up everything for her career. Another solution would be to hyphenate, e.g. Anna Maria E. Smith-Jones, Ph. D., but that would be terribly long and tedious, plus it doesn't solve the problem of having to change stationery. A final solution would be to get married before your career takes off. However, this solution could backfire, because you might get so caught up in married life that your career never takes off.

It's a no-win situation, right? So how do you solve it?

>> The Suns lost to the Clippers yesterday, by 14 points. Bleeeech. Now their fate rests on the game on Monday. Suns have the home court advantage but the Clippers are very determined. Who will win? SUNS!! BELL YEAH!!

Deh. Hoping and praying the Suns win, so that I'll still have something to look forward to while frying in the chem lab, marinating in reagents.

>>Janusz' child seat won in American Inventor! Yaaaaay!! Congratulations to him! But Ed Hall's word game got noticed by Hasbro and is going to be perfected and marketed, so it's just as good as winning. Yay. This proves that some Americans are not as stupid as the majority.

Oh, and Janusz wife looks like...a crone. Yes, a crone. It's so sad that Eastern European women are so beautiful when they're young but turn into, er...hags...upon hitting 40. That's why all you people who lust after Anna Kournikova and Maria Sharapova...think of long-nosed witches when you jerk off to their pics, ok?

>> I'm growing my nails long for the first time in years, presumably so that I will stop playing the violin/guitar/piano and typing. This is to stop aggravating my carpal tunnel syndrome, which, as Nikka puts it, is scary. I even put nice pink nail polish so that I'll think twice about ruining my nails on the abovesaid activities. But no. I'm still typing. I'm still playing the piano. And even if my nails get stuck on the strings and inadvertently produce left-hand pizzicato, I'm still playing the violin.

Conclusion: Neko has no self-control.

>> Oh another basketball thing. Row (or was it Leo) asked me why I support the Suns. I replied "because of Bell, Nash, and Stoudemire". I forgot to put Berkely too, but whatever.

Now that I think of it though, the players really weren't the reason why I supported the Suns. It was a more superficial reason: I loved their logo. Yes, the Flaming Basketball logo. It looks wicked cool, and is probably the most well-designed of all the NBA logos. No, scratch that. It is THE most well-designed and beautiful logo in use. Whoever disagrees must give me proof and contest this and these:



Plus their old logos weren't bad either. Beautiful stuff, I tell you. Gorgeous. Fabulous. Prettier than Gucci's spring line.

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Right. I shall stop rambling now, as my wrist has just given off several alarmingly loud clicks. I might as well drag myself to school and sell back my books as well...

Nah. Why bother?