Digital Wanderer

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Audiobooks

I finally got around to trying out audiobooks. Downloaded the Strugatskys' "Roadside Picnic" and Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" from a community server. I had read the first one before, but never had the chance with the second. The first one has audio effects, like background voices on the street or the clatter of dishes in a dining room. Both have  a great musical score. In "Picnic" it's - a classic eerie and "weird" ambient, sounding organic practically everywhere  and not at all ridiculously pompous, as is often the case with this kind of music, especially when produced on Soviet synthesizers. In "The Old Man and the Sea" - some sort of folk guitar music (a relative of flamenco?), performed with moderate studio polish.
In "Picnic", they went with a rather controversial decision: each character is voiced by a separate actor, and the descriptions of the setting and commentary (indirect speech) are simply omitted in many places. Thus the book became more of a radio play, but at the same time lost part of its meaning. In the second book, the entire text and the characters' speech are read by one actor, but he does it awesomely. Goblin immediately comes to mind — the former plumber and now empty bottle collector, excellently "clowning around" in the voiceovers of his translations (his own expression).
Bottom line: you can and should listen to audiobooks, especially if you're an auditory person, the book is well-made, and you have time when you can't really do anything else.

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An Ancient Post

Here’s a forgotten post, written you know when.
Yesterday at the Ice Hockey World Championship taking place in Riga, Latvia beat Slovenia 5–1. The fans’ joy knew no bounds—and then some, if that’s even possible.
Everyone is walking around painted up, and you can even see signs saying: "Hockey will unite us" in Latvian. For those unfamiliar with the issue—the reference is to ethnic relations.
And yesterday I was chatting with a friend, and he told me this story.
A man is walking along with that slogan and painted red-white-red , rejoicing. Then he sees another man—a local, but with a white-blue-red mess smeared across his face . They looked at each other sadly, then went their separate ways.
And my friend realized that hockey isn’t going to fucking unite us.

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Cities

I finally got around to taking a close look at where ears_of_tin lives. Turned out — in the city of Perm. Lately, Russian cities have been catching my interest in general — I barely studied Russian geography back in school, after all. According to the Yandex.Cities internet rating, Perm easily trounces Murmansk, where murmanskdays lives. That's no surprise — over a million people live in Perm, meaning it's bigger than Riga, and that's nothing to sneeze at. And Murmansk has just over three hundred thousand, which is three times bigger than my native Liepaja and Daugavpils, but three times smaller than Riga. We'll skip the sheer might of bitter_berry's Novosibirsk as unfathomable. I'm not considering foreign countries per the rules of the experiment, and we'll categorize St. Petersburg and Moscow as foreign.

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Tea

I'm sitting here, doing my term paper on software reliability, and sipping Moroccan green tea. It smells freaking awesome, like ashes, gunpowder, and cigarettes. Or maybe, it smells like green tea.

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