As I have mentioned before, I happen to be in the heart of the city during the Inaguration not only a new president, but what seems to be a new era in the history of America, one of "change". Well, as we all know, people love the Obamster... (I am trying to figure out my nickname for him... let's see how that goes) and the inaguration is turning into a giant and chaotic thicket of people, music, celebrations, all with the traditional red white and blue color scheme.
Well, in preparation, the area surrounding inaguaration city, or the Capital BUidling, has become a mild police state. Beyond the five cops who appear to be permemantly stationed on the corner of my street (something that will definitely prevent me from my favorite sport, jaywalking) there are helicopters flying over head, and yesterday, a bus drove by blasting some announcement that was fogged by the closed windows of the house. Needless to say, with the influx of what one person has told me is about 25000 police officers and legal-like people, I do feel mildly as if I am living in some sort of police state, one that gone koo-koo bananas the the Obameister..
To continue the interesting developments of my current situation, a few days ago a roommate of mine sent out a few mailings in the mailbox on the corner of our street, right by the permanently parked police. Yesterday, in an attempt to send more things, the same roommate returned to the spot where a mail box once stood to find a new block of cement, and no mailbox in sight. In an attempt to prevent mass destruction, we now have no mailbox on the corner. Removed for public safety, it seems as if our big post box sprouted legs and walked off!! yes. I know, the obvious reasons for the removal, its proximity to the capital and its solid, box like structure make is prime terror quality bomb holding capable, however, the speed that our whole little community has changed is shocking. Within only a few days, it seems like we have become a new town, gone into community lock down, serious and mailboxless, disconnected from writing, we turn to the Barackstar to tell us what to do....Alright, well its not that intense. We just don't have a mailbox..but nonetheless. Its a bit odd.
Anyways, these are my updates. I do plan on attending what I imagine will be quite an even tomorrow... but for now I have to run errands and study.
Miss everyone
Sending my love
Happy MLK day!
Me
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3 comments:
How about Obamalamadingdong?
Lizkind, privet! Finally, you are back to writing, it is fun for us. Barakastar is good, how about Starbama ? Dingi-dongy from your friend is good. We can vote, if they allow us. But we have to invent a secret language.
Anyuta's car is leaking oil.
We went to Don Hicks and the Hot Licks, it was inredible, one -of - a - kind concert.
It is kinda cold around here.
We got tickets for Count Basie Orchestra, which is a piece of history. It is like Glenn Miller Band.
Union St might have a Post Office. Or something like that.
We like music.
Also, writing into a blog, or on a piece of paper improves your writing abilities / and of all other peopleS/, and improves handwriting skils, if you use a pen or a pencil, and improves typing, and you do not even need a typewriter, just keep using a computer keyboard, and finding yourself one or even several days in front of a typewriter, you'll be pleasantly surprised, or even overwhelmed with joy, depending on your typing speed, 60 words a minute sounds good to me, if it is someone of my family is typing. I hold all others to higher standards. Which is good for them.
Liza, my child / and mama's/ !
this is like Obassein ( if you do not understand secret name, it is Oama, just add one letter after O, start with B) wrote to his daughters, it is like a wisdom advise , but in typing. Mine starts with the words " also, writing ..."
or maybe little earlier.
Love you, your papskis
haha, was papa drunk?:)
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