Oh, crap!

Now, granted, three days from now I will be in my first Russian class, which I think is way cool. But Fran gets Cal (love the photo of the Sather Gate, girlfriend) and I get Moskva. There is no way I want to deal with a Russian winter. I am a California sun-worshipping kind of guy. And look at the effing architecture in this photo!

Вздох! [Sigh!]

You're Lomonosov Moscow State University!

Though you're often cold and depressed, no one can question
your access to knowledge and the creativity that often accompanies suffering.
You see yourself as a varied teacher, sometimes spreading the word of
monarchs, tyrants, or even mere corrupt politicians. Along the way, you've
lived an unstable and interesting existence and grown very tall. Now, you're
in quite a rush. Uh.


Take the University Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

I was just rhapsodizing about spring in North Berkeley today, both online with Kirstin and at lunch with my ex. February in Berkeley is magnolias and non-bearing plum trees in bloom, daffodils, the bright yellow of oxalis even, tulips soon to follow (if the deer don't get them first). You will never be nostalgic about Bambi again if you have deer eat your tulips. They wait until the blooms are just about to show color and then munch them, leaving you with all those bare stems. Daffodils and iris, however, they leave alone. Foxglove is also cool as the deer are not fond of digitalis. So plant the tulips inside your very high fence and let the daffodils and bearded iris naturalize and spread outside along your driiveway.