Nemesis

Dear Mr. Harvey Fancy Paws,

I have a problem.

No one Nose

Dear Mr. Harvey Fancy Paws,

You should know that being in Colorado during the weekend of Greet the Meat and the All Dept Meeting was not pleasant. I was not expecting to feel so...left out. Just now I was looking through old pictures from...my life...some of which include photos snapped of IC's campus during my first week of college. It made me feel homesick.

Anyway. Today I had a show. Our audience was small, yet enthusiastic. Then we drove up to Evergreen for dinner and to see an improv show. The show featured my High school theater teacher as well as my ex boyfriend that I dated from age 15 -18. That's what got me started on reminiscing...and looking through old photos and such. It's trippy, let me tell you. When else does one spend any amount of time comparing the noses of their past lovers?

On another note, the most amazing thing has been happening. I've been feeling this energized sort of elation lately. It feels like a pretty cloud spiraling up inside me. I pretend it's my Kundalini snake, though actually, I did some research on Kundalini, and if you release before you are ready, it can cause madness. It actually happens to a lot of people. Norm never warned us about that.

My one complaint is that the spiral inspires me to do things, it makes me want to play and create and connect...all good things except when the opportunities to do so are still somewhat limited. I've been playing more lately, but I really just can't wait to get on a plane and start my semester. The end.

Love Hannah

The First of Many

My Dearest Charlotte,

So, while Hannah has decided to name her blog "Mr. Harvey Fancy Paws" I have decided to give mine a most old fashioned name. I've always been a big fan of letters written by soldiers in a time of war, be it WWI, WWII, The Vietnam War, The Spanish-American War, or the most epic of all letter writing wars, The Civil War. So I felt that Charlotte was a nice name that seemed to transcend all of these time periods. In conclusion, henceforth Charlotte is her name-o.

So, we haven't left for Russia yet. Which is GREAT. Instead of doing something crazy, like going back to school, I'm hanging around MA, kickin' it and squandering away my precious time before departing. But not all of my time as been squandered or kicked, I have found time to do many things that I haven't done in forever. I've completed 5/30 of Pikmin for GameCube, almost made a friendship bracelet, changed my computer's background image, filled my bike tires up with air, and other things of this nature. CLEARLY, these are all priorities that needed to take precedent over my thousands of pages of reading...clearly.

So in other news, after an amazing first few attempts of Visa Application Form Filling Out our Visas were all accepted by the Russian Consulate. Good News. I have to give the Russian Consulate credit for being extremely picky about who gets to stay in their country. It's almost been like an endurance challenge. Here's something fun to do if you have a free hour or two, try to explain to someone that you need an AIDS test, but you don't have AIDS or think you have AIDS, you just NEED to have the test. Nurses think you are a nut case.

But, besides that it's all been very nice so far, very relaxing. I'm sure once I get to Connecticut something or someone will slap me in the face and say "Welcome to Your Life Changing Experience." I've been listening to Passing Strange a lot lately. And you're probably thinking, "How is that pretinent?" Well, Charlotte, it is because it has a lot to do with find yourself and your art in other foreign countries. In an interview with Spike Lee and himself, Stew said something which has giving me an extra push towards hopping on a plane to Moscow immediately. Stew said, "...Art made me curious to leave where I was from, and find out more about the world." Get it, Stew. Get it.

Well, this is a LONG blog. I'm gonna cap it here. So here's my Civil War ending. "These next few weeks will go by drudgingly slow my darling, yet through the darkest of nights your love guides me like a beacon of hope towards the approaching dawn. As my battalion readies itself for another two week march through Massachussetts, I am reminded of your warm embrace by the sweet summer breeze that wafts ever so softly throughout the valley. Sometimes, I swear I can hear your voice in each passing gust, whispering words of encouragement as I forage onward into the unknown."


Zollways,
Justin

coloRAD-O

Dear Mr. Harvey Fancy Paws,

I just hacked into my own blog. Obviously, this is a joint blog for me and Justin, as a way to document our Russian adventure as well as keep a lifeline to the people we miss. Justin set it up, and I finally succeeded in matching the correct login name and password so that I might assuage my boredom with some good ol' fashioned BLOGGING.

See? Blog Authors.

So, here I sit in Colorado. In less than a month, I will be in Russia, but that still feels a bit unreal. For the moment, I'm paralyzed with boredom and missing Ithaca and the people there terribly. What I wouldn't give for the power to teleport...

It probably seems petty to anyone who hasn't spent their summer completely sober and living like a monk, but I miss partying. I want to go to a party and get drunk in order to excuse some bad behavior.

Anyways. Justin and I were thinking we would each come up with a different name for the blog so that you would know right away who was writing it. The example Justin used was "Kitty" from Anne Frank's diary. I mean, I like kitties, but I don't think I should use that one...it's a bit...depressing. Obviously.

Immediately my brain jumps to other Feline related names. But I'm feeling far too noncommittal to pick a name tonight.

oooooooooooook then. Happy Thursday, and goodnight.

Hannah

P.S. The following picture is just because