Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Lenindependence Day in Less Than a Week
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2001 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
Today, a bit about dreams and funny quotes from here in St. Petersburg. I leave on Sunday.
Yesterday: "That's a war bookstore." Okay, I'm not going to tell y'all why it's funny, but it is.
Last night I had a dream that reminded me of dreams that we've read about in Seth's diary. In fact, I remember thinking, within the dream, "I'm going to have to tell Seth about this dream!" I was at the U.S. Supreme Court. First I was in the "secret" meeting of the nine justices, and there was an African-American woman who arrived late. I was there, and surprised that I was there and that no one was kicking me out, and also that there was an African-American justice on the Supreme Court, since, as far as I could remember, there was no such person last time I checked. She was wearing a baseball cap. And some other justice was scolding her for being late.
Then I got in line to get tickets to view the "oral arguments," and I had forgotten my passport, so I had to show them my California "driver's license," which doesn't exist in real life. And for some reason it seemed that the arguments might not take place in the main chambers, but in some nearby church. What?!
But then I went into the main chambers, and bought a large blue rug to place on my seat. (I have no idea why.) There were many other rugs of some different hues, mostly blue and green, on nearby seats. And then some people were carrying a coffin down an aisle. I commented that it contained Justice, referring to the Court's decision on the 2000 Presidential election. And it turned out that one of the people carrying the coffin was John, and he dropped his end. That's all I remember.
Oh, and today, when I was playing Guess the Case! in Russian class, sort of trying out suffixes and case endings one after another, my Grammar/Russian Press teacher suggested that I was creating "Some new case in Russian, perhaps." That's it. I'm bringing back the vocative, the Lost Seventh Case!