Showing posts with label frustrated jellyfish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustrated jellyfish. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

Медвежонок = little bear. aka the President.

Again, another week rap up (I'll get better at this, I promise)

The beginning of the week was pretty basic: went to class, pronounced words wrong, talked about who we would like to meet if we could meet anyone (my answer was Robert Plant :P), and the such.
On Monday, Sveta (Света), who is a friend of Anya's, offered to take some of us on a tour of where she worked. She is a writer for a St. Petersburg finance newspaper. I was excited to see how a newspaper usually worked (never been to a newspaper office before, only seen some on television).

After a 15 minute walk, a 10 minute bus ride, and another 10 minute walk, we were there. What's really cool is that it is situated at a "business center;" the office for Microsoft was right next door. Walking inside, it looked like I stepped into an Ikea showroom. Everything was colorful and made out of that Ikea styled wood. They even had multiple fish tanks all over (with ridiculous amounts of exotic fish...and some sharks?). After a quick tour we all gathered in a conference room and discussed the development of technology in the world and how that affects news reporting and the development of businesses (from contraptions to facebook). They even told us that if we would like to, we could write articles about budding businesses at Yale and they will publish them in their paper. Sweet.

Tuesday, Olya (Оля), another friend of Anya's, offered to take some of us to the top of the St. Isaac's Cathedral (Исаа́киевский Собо́р), the largest Russian Orthodox church in the city. It is absolutely magnificent in all senses of the word. For the past two weeks, it's been surrounding me: we can see it directly accross the Neva from our university (pictured), we pass by it constantly to get to other National landmarks, sit in the parks around it, and when Eunju and I were stuck because of the bridges, we chilled around it for a while. As a class we are not going to see it, which is really a shame, but we were free to go see it whenever we would like. I wanted to go to the top of the church since I first saw it, so I jumped at the opportunity to go with Olya.

From here, you can see every point of the city. It's amazing.

Nicholas I Monument from above. St. Issac's sits right between Nicholas and Peter the Great (the Bronze Horseman). Funny story: originally, this statue was going to face the other way, away from St. Issac's in order to face the governmental building. However, it would seem as if Nicholas was sticking his butt in Peter's direction (his statue at least), and they couldn't have that. So the plans were changed and Nicholas switched around.

The Neva River and the Admiralty (former Naval base-> now Academy)

The city (lovely shot of the Russian flag if you squint)

One of the many statues surrounding the top of the Cathedral (reminds me a little of "Don't Blink," haha Doctor Who)

The Hermitage (left) and Alexander's Column (right)

After leaving the Cathedral, we bought ice cream and sat in a park facing the Neva along with the Bronze Horseman.

Peter in all of his glory


View of St. Isaac's from where we were sitting


And then on Wednesday we took as nice old trip to the Russian Museum. Originally it was the Mihailovsky Palace, though it was later turned into a museum and opened to the public in 1898.
Here we saw mostly religious paintings (what we are currently studying in our culture class), such as icons from the 14th century, to more modern pieces of the early 1900s. Me being the art fanatic that I am, took notes and will be looking up my favorite pieces soon. Our guide was wonderful. He not only explained the history of the artist and the pieces, but also different aspects of the piece itself (technique, images, etc), what he believed they reflected, and how they related to the time period. He made me toy again with the idea of maybe majoring in something arty.
You needed to buy a special pass to take pictures inside, so I only have pictures of the outside.


A statue of Pushkin in a park in front of the museum aptly called "Art Park" (it's surrounded by theaters and museums).

Our class walking to the museum

"State Russian Museum"

One of the lions protecting the museum. These lions (along with sphinxes) can be found all over the city, in many different forms. They are a sign of power. However, Lewis Carroll described the lions during his visit as 'playful kittens with big balls of yarn.'

And the rest of the week entailed of us getting ready for our camping trip this past weekend (I'll do a whole blog post on that....I'm coming, I'm coming!). I had to buy a backpack for the trip, given that my bag broke this week and my хозяйка didn't have one (though considering I think she's going on 70, that's not too much of a surprise). The thing is with russian stores, everything is specialized - everything. There is no one stop shopping store a-la Walmart to supply all your needs. Luckily there is a sport's store at the metro station near my apartment, so I was able to grab a backpack there. I feel like my russian reaches its best when I have to buy obscure necessities like an internet router or a backpack, but absent when I'm ordering lunch at a restaurant. I guess the process of learning russian takes a detour? Может быть.

Also, while at the store I swear I heard another song by this guy on the intercom (someone showed me this back in New Haven. Worth the watch). Possibly the only black rapper in Russia.

I'll come back soon with a new update on camping this past weekend. Even while sick, I'm so happy I went. Rural Russia is much different from the hustle and bustle of St. Petersburg.

Пока!

--Н.И--

Friday, June 25, 2010

Aliiiiive. And with internets?

I'm baaaack! Missed me?

So BAM. I'm not dead :D. I just now got internet, so I'm connected to the world again!

The actual process of me getting internet is an exciting one (for me at least). So I think I’ll just make one post about that…

See, my host is a wonderful older lady, I'm guessing between 60 and 70 years of age, who lives in a very traditional Russian home. So that means no internet. Which should be fine, except the area where I live has no cafes nearby with WiFi. That's makes keeping up with things very difficult. But the Russians have the wonderful thing called a Yota, which is like an antenna you plug into your USB drive and it allows you to access internet from mostly everywhere in the city.

Our kind guide and assigned friend, Anya, took us to an electronic store to buy this Yota. However, the Yota for Macs is different, and I didn't have enough money with me at the time. So begins Natasha's venture to get a Yota:

I managed to grab a trolleybus from the University to Nevsky Prospekt (the main street), get off at relatively the right stop (a little early, but oh well), and find the right store. While inside, I was able to explain to the saleslady, in Russian, that I needed a Yota, but one specifically for Macs, and a monthly internet card for 900 rubles. And I was able to catch her owing me more money in change than she gave me. Yeah. I was pretty proud of myself as I walked down Nevsky towards the metro.

The silly thing is, in order to use the Yota for Macs, you need to first download a program off the internet. So....you need internet in order to download something which will let you use a device to give you internet access. Um. Right.

Eunju and I ended up wandering around Bolshoui (Big) Prospekt looking for somewhere with WiFi (as I said, there are no places with WiFi on our island). We managed to find a hotel with WiFi and the service lady was very nice (love you, Marco Polo hotels). Sitting outside the hotel, Eunju was able to get the program saved on my laptop (love you, Eunju). We also figured that Russians must not usually sit on sidewalks because we kept getting strange looks...

So, for future reference, I can now properly buy a internet router in Russian. Unfortunately that wasn't taught in class.

Next post will be about more interesting, Russia stuff :D

Пока!

--Н.И--

Thursday, June 17, 2010

No longer homeless!

So after sitting by, watching my friends who are going to Italy receive their host assignments, go through the turmoil that is calling said families for the first time, and planing out where they will travel their first days there, I finally got my assignment!
As of 10:08pm Wednesday night, we know where will live (given that we leave Friday morning, we found out only a week after everyone else)! Some might consider this as cutting it close. I think not. Slavic Department for the win!
Julia Titus always said that Russians are 15 minutes late to everything (that's when Nick stopped showing up on time to class...), so why not apply that to this situation?

I'll be staying at Novosmolenskaya naberezhnaya, 1/1252, which really means nothing to you. :P Try google-mapping it. I still don't know if I'm looking at the right street:



So "B" is roughly where I'll be staying and "A" is the university. Seems close, right? Well, it's an hour walk or a 30 minute bus ride, apparently. My mornings are just going to be wonderful XP
My biggest problem is that I think I'm on a completely different island than the rest of the class. Um. See that bigger piece of land on the lower right? That's where the main part of the city is and where most people will be staying.
I'm just really curious to see how things will turn out. Constantine's words: "So the outside of the apartment buildings are nice, and the inside of the apartments are nice. It's the in-between you should be worried about. The entry-ways are old and dark, and homeless people like to live in them. Just make sure you come home at night with a buddy." Riiiight. So. Where's my buddy? My thought is that if that area was dangerous, Anya (one of our 'paid friends' - I'll get to that in a later post) wouldn't put me there all on my lonesome....right?
Morgan's advice? Maybe there will be a well-built policeman living across the street who would be all willing to take me домой. We can only hope.
Though, it does overlook the water, which should be gorgeous, especially during the White Nights (:D).

I'll be staying with one Irina Leonidovna Petrova. My impression? Her first name is the same as my highschool art teacher. Win? Also, she works at the Mariinsky Theatre, which actually got me really excited. I want to see a plethora of shows while I'm there, and she will be just the person to ask. Her job could really be anything, though, from the janitor to a director. I'll find out soon enough. (Hopefully, at least. Language barrier and all that).

Well, it's now 1:30 am and I have my last test in the US (for this summer at least) tomorrow. Better get my sleep on.

I leave you with this gem, from Morgan (as she calls it, existential angst): Garfield Minus Garfield

Пока!

--Н.И--