Friday, June 30, 2006

Almost forgot: regarding today's game, Mishah's being ambiguous. In his dream tonight, we lost, but there was no score. And yesterday, we won in his dream, 1:0. He wrote me that the only thing that's clear is that it's not gonna be a shameful game.

(Are there adult-looking devices for little kids: a laptop, a cell phone, all kinds of cords, remote control, etc. Black or silver, not all that flowery-pink kind of shit? Marta is not letting me write. She almost crawled for the first time yesterday to get to my cell... By the way, I don't worry about her not crawling: some kids do, others don't, I've been told.)


  1. It seems like every other kid in Philadelphia has a toy cell phone. I should probably get one for my son because the other day we were fighting over my phone and I reached up to put it on a shelf, but it fell down into a cup of tea I had on the ground. With milk! Now we're letting it dry out but the prognosis is not good. I guess if it's dead then that will be his toy phone.

  2. That's an option )))

  3. Julija loves cellphones and laptops. She types a message every time I have her on my lap--in short, I can't get anything done at the computer with her on my lap, and I when I put her on the ground after she's typed enough (to my mind), she throws a major fit until I divert her attention elsewhere (a minor fit is when she fits, but then is able to get over it herself and reoccupy her mind by herself. . .)

    For many, many months, it was only the lights of my cellphone that could get her to stop in the midst of a serious fit of crying; that, or "the boob," as we affectionately call it, or a little Latvian song about a pilens (a duck--"Pak! Pak! Esmu mazais pilens, pak! Quack! Quack! I'm a little duck, quack! etc." ).

    Now her love of the cellphone has turned into long conversations with imaginary interlocutors, all in babieese. She holds the phone to her ear--often backwards, but oh well :)-- and blabs and blabs away. In fact, tonight as we road the electrichka from Jurmala back to Rigas centrs, Julija held an important conversation the entire 40 min or so trip; she "spoke" in a loud voice and had everyone seated or standing near to us rolling in laughter. . .she is very expressive, and gestures a lot with her free hand as she talks. . .

    Her Baba in the US is sending her one of those kiddy mobile phones that I guess are popular in the States. . .

    Btw, we were in Jurmala to see a show by a St Petersburg Ensemble of Cossack Song and Dance. . .50% of the material was Ukrainian. Tellingly, during the Ukrainian numbers the audience applauded the male tricks and female turns, but only really clapped along in time to the music, and really whooped and hollered, when it was the more familiar(for the predominantly Russian audience), Russian-language Kazak stuff instead of pieces of the regular Kozak repetoir. There is nothing at all wrong this, of course; this is not a critique, but it is interesting as a good piece of evidence to use whenever it is necessary to argue that Ukrajina ne Rossija. . .

    I think that is what Julija was so emphatically explaining the whole ride back from the show. . .