Maybe it's just because I am studying Russian and seeing Bulgarian signs all the time, but knowing the Cyrillic alphabet features too heavily in Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot stories. Some criminal is always leaving behind a monogrammed memento with a C, B, or H. Inevitably someone is named Charles, Bill, or Harriet looking suspicious, having been overheard in a heated argument with the victim. And yet no one else but the two private sleuths know that could be Sergei, Victor, or Natasha's stuff. Now that I know the alphabet, can I have a new career in crime solving? I have been listening to a lot of Librivox.
I finally finished my Toronto paper! I give a practice talk this coming Friday at ARCS. I am so bored. This paper has been such a pain. I am talking about emporia that are not in my dissertation, I am making arguments that I don't believe in and this past week in particular I am missing Blegen. I can never find the books that I need. Books that I would happily purchase electronically for portable use are not available and Google books abbreviated viewing always burns me: dozens of pages that I don't need and then... wham pages necessary- essential not available.
I need to get out of the city. It's raining all the time; yesterday it hailed. Last night was orthodox Easter mass. I went to the services. It was long and lots of things to do but I was glad I went. I love that little Church across the street for me. As it is Easter Sunday proper here, there are more services to be had, but I am still pretty exhausted. Plus, I kind of want to somehow celebrate the conclusion of this paper.
I have been using my real camera lately and realized that I don't have the chord that connects to the computer. I will need to get one soon and then I will have more images.
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