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kiev is old…

I just went and checked a fact (shocking, no?) before writing this. See, I’ve been seeing these ads all over town…


and I’d asked a friend who I’d thought said it was the 1020th anniversary of Kiev, and the patriarch of the church (old beardie on the left there) was coming to Kiev to celebrate.

1020 years old is pretty old. Especially from the eyes of someone who’s country just turned a whopping 232 this year. So I didn’t really think all that much about it, not only because my mind has been too busy having awesome fever dreams and hanging out with yet another lovely virus this week, but because math and I aren’t exactly the best of friends. Yet, something kind of made me go…wait…that seems wrong. And sure ’nuff…I found this article which says both that 1020 was the year that Christianity came to Kiev and that yesterday marked the 1020th anniversary of Christianity coming to Kiev. I’m glad I’m not the only one confused. (and yes, I did the math to make sure that it really wasn’t both. I think I even did it correctly).

Anyway, since I was lying in bed all day yesterday, I heard from friends that there was a huge gathering not too far from my house. I took the dog for a “walk” about 20 meters from my house and saw lots of busses parked on my street, and lots of policemen. Sadly, that’s all I saw.

But I did walk over there today, feeling a little better then yesterday. Unfortunately it was all over except for the dangerous labor of taking down all the adornment done by suprisingly good looking men:



and before I could explore any further, Chauncey started puking up some frothy orange stuff, so I decided it was time to split back to my sickbed.

Speaking of my pooch - I’d bought him this toy in Istanbul a while back, and he’d immediately ripped out the stuffing


and chewed on the “skin” for a while until a few weeks ago when he’d thrown it off the front balcony. I didn’t run after it because honestly, it had seen much better days, and it was really pretty gross when he’d chew on it, then come over to me and rub it on me to get me to play with him. Shudder. Good Riddance. Until today. We’re walking not too far from my place and suddenly he darts for something…..


it’s back. I look at it for a second. Undead. Disgusting. Who knows what “adventures” it’s had since C set it free. Then I look at Chauncey. Who is so stupid happy. This is why I can’t have kids.


Happiness is something gross to rub on someone who feeds you.


  1. Herr Frankenfurter wrote:

    I LOVE that picture of Chauncey looking longingly at that de-stuffed animal thingy ick. It is like last week when I saw you in Kiev and my eyes teared up. Wait, that was the pollen in the air. But anyway. Peace.

    Monday, July 28, 2008 at 12:45 pm | Permalink
  2. Steve wrote:

    1020 years is the religious stuff. Kiev celebrated 1500 years anniversary in 1978. That church in the picture (St. Sophia) was built in the 11th century and it’s one of the oldest buildings in Kiev. Oh and Chauncey is the cutest!

    Tuesday, July 29, 2008 at 12:47 am | Permalink
  3. SHM wrote:

    Puppies…men…are they really that different? Although Chauncey is much more endearing than 98% of the men out there.

    Wednesday, August 6, 2008 at 1:43 am | Permalink
  4. Helen wrote:

    Hi there,

    I’m a journalist and am writing a piece on Kiev and wanted to feature your blog, could you get in touch urgently so we can discuss? My e-mail is

    Thanks so much,

    Helen McDermott

    Friday, August 8, 2008 at 2:15 pm | Permalink

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