My Marko is on the other side of the world in Kolomna, Russia at a Conference for the International Dostoevsky Society, very much at home in his adopted homeland: enjoying his favorite Russian delicacies, everything heavy on garlic and dill, just the way he likes it; visiting parts of the country he's never seen before; speaking that heavy language. He's a happy man. But it's just too far away.... and there's no internet cafe and no international phone service, so we're officially cut off from eachother until Sunday night, when I'll grab on and not let go. No way. Monday, August 24, 2009
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My Marko is on the other side of the world in Kolomna, Russia at a Conference for the International Dostoevsky Society, very much at home in his adopted homeland: enjoying his favorite Russian delicacies, everything heavy on garlic and dill, just the way he likes it; visiting parts of the country he's never seen before; speaking that heavy language. He's a happy man. But it's just too far away.... and there's no internet cafe and no international phone service, so we're officially cut off from eachother until Sunday night, when I'll grab on and not let go. No way.
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I need to have the girls over so you can have some time without them. I'll call you tomorrow.
lucky duck. there are definitely some benefits to being a professor. it's just the whole getting a phd and then having to get tenure that deters me...
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