tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61662436470373242332024-03-13T04:08:05.353+03:00Status : QuotidianRUSSIA BLOG. TRAVEL BLOG. NATASHA IN RUSSIA BLOG.Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-27976423184108772312010-09-28T19:16:00.002+04:002010-09-28T21:56:28.730+04:00Peanut Butter: YES!Peanut butter often comes at the top of the list of "Foods Americans Miss When Abroad." Unless of course they have peanut allergies, in which case they should probably not move to Senegal. Even if you seldom eat it, you may reach that homesick point when you would like to.<br /><br />Let's assess the peanut butter situation in Russia. While peanuts are cheap and easy to find, peanut butter is trickier. Many Russians find it disgusting and can't figure out with what you would eat it. Hazelnut spread (Nutella) is readily available and it's not hard to find a swirl of peanut butter with a white dairy-containing sugary cream, which reminds me of those jars with PB&J in one jar. Peanut butter, by itself, is harder to find. However, the situation is not dire. Several large supermarkets stock one or two varieties.<br /><br />There is, of course, a "but"--otherwise there would be no blog entry. It's expensive--at least seven dollars for a 16 oz. jar. Plus, it's the generic processed variety. Fine for some, gross for me. Yes, I like my peanut butter natural, without sugar, without salt, and plainly (pun intended) without any preservatives. This sort of peanut butter is very much not available in Russia.<br /><br />So, armed with the internet, a crappy food processor, and the only ingredient really actually necessary for peanut butter (peanuts), I've spent the last year trying to make edible peanut butter. That may be a shameless overstatement. Over the last year, I've tried making peanut butter about five or six times, all of which have produced edible results. However, today was the day: I roasted the raw nuts (1/2 the price of roasted ones), put them in the food processor, added some water, and I made PERFECT creamy peanut butter! BAM!*<br /><br />*Emeril style. Also Emeril style, did I mention, that I did all this while baking a zucchini stuffed with mushrooms that I picked in the forest? <div><br /><br /><br /></div>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-2998307334166087152010-04-27T16:22:00.012+04:002010-05-07T15:16:36.929+04:00Finland is for Weekends<a href="http://www.kaiku.com/KPUKU3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 397px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.kaiku.com/KPUKU3.jpg" /></a> In writing about Finland, it only makes sense that I’d share some details of my own trip, last September. My cousin, and her partner (at the time) invited me to Helsinki and to go mushroom picking; they needed to accomplish two of the three reasons why Russians go to Finland (Schengen visa stamp and work). The third, buying things at low prices, came naturally when we were there.<br /><br /><div>A weekend trip to Helsinki is akin to a weekend trip to Chicago for Minneapolis/St. Paul residents (except that there is less to do in Helsinki). You get on the highway, avoid getting ticketed for speeding, and then get stuck in traffic when approaching your destination. We faired pretty well with border crossing, going against the instinct (instilled in anyone who grew up in the USSR) to wait in the longest looking queue. And once on well-maintained Finnish roads, my (only experienced in Russia) slight car-sickness vanished. </div><br /><div>The landscape and wilderness of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karelia">Karelia </a>(divided between Finland and Russia) struck me as extremely similar to that of Northern Minnesota. As we drove over the border little red houses began to dot already harvested fields. I also began to notice roadside signs in Russian, advertising mostly “Свежая рыба” (fresh fish) but also random things like “компьютеры” (computers), and diligently announcing that rubles were accepted and exchanged. We stopped at one of the stores to get a quick snack, witnessing first-hand the spectacle that is a Russia tourist bus unleashed on aforementioned “свежая рыба” and other cheap groceries. We mocked, but on our way back did pick up fish, which was undeniably fresher/cheaper in Finland. We also showed our Russian love for freeloading when some of the delicious Sokos Hotel breakfast buffet was taken with.</div><br /><div>A walk around Helsinki was a breeze of colorful fresh air after St. Petersburg. <a href="http://www.hel-looks.com/">The colorful, individual, and often bizarre getups of the Finns</a> and the larger sized women with no makeup seemed to indicate a certain lack of concern with appearance--a surefire sign of a developed and stable nation. (What does the overgrooming of Russian women say about this country's political and economic state of affairs?) Helsinki is also undeniably metal--Finland did produce the Eurovision winning Lordi. </div><br /><div>Our mushroom-picking excursion showed that Finnish forests are like Finnish cities--clean and quiet. We ate the overabundant blueberries from the bushes and found mushrooms the size of our heads. I saw a moose, in the wild. He may have been as startled as I was, but he was significantly larger, antlers and all.</div><br /><div>After spending the morning in nature, we drove back to Russia, where several hundred miles of litter-covered roadside and traffic jams welcomed us home.<a href="http://www.pattayabridge.com/logo/moose3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.pattayabridge.com/logo/moose3.jpg" /></a></div>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-51832063529400776002010-03-10T12:37:00.008+03:002010-03-10T13:30:34.258+03:00"Finka"<a href="http://www.tulane.edu/~rouxbee/soci626/finland/images/465px-Finland_stub_POL_svg.png"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://www.tulane.edu/~rouxbee/soci626/finland/images/465px-Finland_stub_POL_svg.png" border="0" /></a>The historical and socio-political relationship between Finland and Russia is long and complex. Now let’s point out what is horrifyingly hilarious about it. There are three reasons why Russians, especially those who live in St. Petersburg visit Finland, or rather, what they call "Finka": 1) for work, 2) to get a stamp for their Schengen visa, and 3) buy cheap crap.<br /><br />1) Since Finland is about a four hour drive from St. Petersburg (Helsinki is about six hours away) some Russians do <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Finnish_companies">business with Finns</a>. International business relations, it happens.<br /><br />2) Finland is one the twenty-five <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schengen_Area">Schengen Area</a> countries and because the Finnish Consulate in St. Petersburg is easier/faster/cheaper for getting a Schengen visa, many Russians do just that if they intend to travel to the other countries. Since you’re supposed to apply for the visa through the country which will be your “main destination” and to ensure that a renewal application won’t be denied by the Finns, many Russians periodically visit Finland to get the stamp in their <a href="http://natasharussia.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-i-see-your-documents.html">passports</a>.<br /><br />3) Once Russians have that visa, the doors of opportunity open and cheap crap is within reach. Getting groups of Russians to Finnish stores is a business in itself. Tour operators run daily bus tours which include visa services, customs assistance, and even discounts at certain shops. Popular destinations include not only Helsinki but also Imatra and Lappeenranta, which are practically on the Russo-Finnish border. Stores along Finnish highways have signs in Russian and many stores take rubles or exchange currency. A group of culturally clueless Russian tourists loading up on whole <a href="http://iguide.travel/photos/Finland-21.jpg">salted fish</a>, other foods, mops, shampoos, etc. is a sight to behold.<br /><br />Mockery aside, many Russians don’t have international travel opportunities and Finland gives them a way to visit a foreign country. Some visit it for nature travel. And tourists and shopping go hand in hand, much like Detroit 18 year-olds and liquor-laws in Windsor, Ontario.Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-55568753142268295452010-02-25T13:15:00.005+03:002010-03-10T15:48:55.303+03:00Parks and a Little Recreation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S4glBMz868I/AAAAAAAAACo/RGHFAJ7CRmA/s1600-h/S5000621.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442640852226468802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S4glBMz868I/AAAAAAAAACo/RGHFAJ7CRmA/s200/S5000621.JPG" border="0" /></a>Because the winters are long and the recession hit hard, St. Petersburg residents take every opportunity to be outside when it’s warm and going for walks is free. In September, my younger aunt, Anya and I went to two local parks. <a href="http://www.elaginpark.spb.ru/">Elagin Island</a> is entirely occupied by a park and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=10815652&l=a124e6f41e&id=649500135">Elagin Palace</a>. The island is surrounded by nice neighborhoods and is a summer favorite. You can rent bikes, rollerblades, boats, and paddleboats. There are a couple of small/open air cafes, a little zoo, an archery range, and a pay-toilet. The tip of the island, with two freshly painted <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=10815652&l=a124e6f41e&id=649500135">white lions</a>, gives you a glimpse of the Bay of Finland.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherinehof">Park Ekatirhof</a> is different in that it’s become surrounded with a more industrialized neighborhood, which makes it less of a destination in and of itself. It’s fairly large and at its furthest end they even have horses. The park also has a few rides. The gate to the little “amusement park” was open and no one was there, so Anya and I went in. I think it was off-season, although the building for the keeper had the lights on. The rides were a gem, old Soviet era <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=11069136&l=2f74b648fc&id=649500135">merry-go-rounds</a>, swings, a kids’ rollercoaster, and a mini-course for mini-go-carts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S4glo_ZsY0I/AAAAAAAAACw/4ypT9YV03y4/s1600-h/S5000658.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442641535821439810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S4glo_ZsY0I/AAAAAAAAACw/4ypT9YV03y4/s320/S5000658.JPG" border="0" /></a>Seeing things that reminded me of my childhood made me want to relive it a little. So Anya and I got on one of the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=11069136&l=2f74b648fc&id=649500135">swings</a>. These aren’t your motor-powered Six Flags swings; here you use the physics principle of taking turns squatting. Since Russians are good at physics, Anya and I got pretty high up in the air—perfect timing for someone to come and start yelling at us to get off the swings immediately. We responded that we had to stop the swing first, which we did.<br /><br />When we got down the apparent groundskeeper approached us—middle-aged, short, fidgety, with a mouth full of gold caps which he flashed at us during all of his hurried yelling with a detectible and angry accent. Didn’t we know that we weren't supposed to use the rides, that we had to pay for them? We explained that the gate was open and the ticket booth, closed, and there were no signs or rules posted. He yelled that the gate had been closed and that we’d broken in and had to pay for the rides, or that he was going to call the cops. He’d actually closed and locked it while we were on this swings. We said call the cops, show us the price list, give us a receipt and we’ll pay. This went on for about five minutes until he finally unlocked the gate and let us go.<br /><br />At this point it was almost dark so Anya and I left the park. We talked about it being clear that they guy had messed up, left the rides open, was angry that he’d failed to scare us into giving him cash. But we also admitted that during this, each of us had looked for holes in the fence where we could get out and run.Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-63055262645317139582010-02-14T22:33:00.004+03:002010-02-14T22:39:29.463+03:00Valentines Tiger New Years DayIn honour of Valentines Day and the Year of the Tiger Lunar New Year being on the same day: Looking at this fucking love connection (LATFH).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S3hRDef5kkI/AAAAAAAAACY/FcAZ7maxhtk/s1600-h/RoyTiger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S3hRDef5kkI/AAAAAAAAACY/FcAZ7maxhtk/s400/RoyTiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438185670218191426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S3hQ7Vyi32I/AAAAAAAAACQ/oBKuBIUMb90/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S3hQ7Vyi32I/AAAAAAAAACQ/oBKuBIUMb90/s400/tiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438185530441523042" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-23778037385384074592010-02-11T16:06:00.005+03:002010-02-11T16:25:22.683+03:00The Butt End of My SummerSince I’ve actually gotten around to putting some <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=372636&id=649500135&l=cf379540d5">more recent pictures</a> online, I should probably get around to letting you know some of the things I’ve been up to in my free time. Let’s do this chronologically.<br /><div><br />End of August was spent reading/writing about several Shakespeare plays. I went for some walks around my neighborhood and read (again, Shakespeare) in the park by my house. My younger cousin, Sonya, introduced me to her friends—now my friends too. We went swimming and spent the weekend at a friend’s dacha. </div><div><br />Early September activities were put on hold because I pulled my back, trying to get my seat post into my frame. I went to IKEA to load up on hangers and storage accessories. First time biking in SPB city traffic. Let my friend try this weird “fixed-gear” thing. Did the whole job search, interview thing.</div><div><br />A friend did the plumbing and electrical work for installing a new washer in our apartment, for free. Unbeknown to my grandma, we, along with another dude friend, went out drinking the night before he finished the installation. We bough vodka and juice and my friends thought it might be too conspicuous to sit outside and mix it in plastic cups—how it’s usually done in Russia. Here, my USA party time skills came in handy—“Just mix it in the juice bottle; everyone will think we’re drinking juice!” My friends liked this novel idea. So we took our juice bottle on Nevsky Prospekt, the main street in the city. </div><br /><div>This is when<span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">“the incident”</span> happened. The three of us were standing at a crosswalk and as a group of guys walked by; I turned around and did a quick ass-grab. So, I’ll admit that this isn’t the first time I’ve committed the offense (e.g. Skoal Kodiak @ Art O’Whirl 2009). All fun and games, right? The guy turned around and did the gruff Russian equivalent of “Excuse me?!” He’d thought that one of the guys had done it—which meant a fight. When I saw my friend’s alarmed face, I fessed up. The guy looked a mix between dumbfounded and skeptical so I had to explain that I did it just for fun. This got me an insistent invite to “trade up” to his company if my friends weren’t “man enough”. I politely turned down what I think was the offer for a potential gang bang. Then we went to my handyman friend’s house and after putting him to bed proceeded to go to an all night sushi café where we talked about male culture in Russia, but that’s a topic for later. </div><br /><div>The lesson learned here? None for me, thanks. </div><p align="left"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thegully.com/essays/gay_mundo2/wilke/img_closet/virgin_butt_grab.JPG" border="0" /></p>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-26102012383573450952010-02-05T14:03:00.000+03:002010-02-05T14:20:51.692+03:00May I See Your Documents?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AF0JTseI6w4/SdT7kDzXDLI/AAAAAAAAADw/bv3O4cPJ7fc/s320/Russian+Passport.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AF0JTseI6w4/SdT7kDzXDLI/AAAAAAAAADw/bv3O4cPJ7fc/s320/Russian+Passport.jpg" border="0" /></a> While Russians may have fewer of many things that Americans (money, shoes, cars, etc.) passports are not one of them. This is because Russians have not one but TWO passports. I’ll give you the rundown on official Russian documents, because I frequently find myself having to explain the details of this overwhelmingly fascinating topic.<br /><br />Every Russian is supposed to have an internal passport, which according to the RF is “the main document proving the identity of a Russian citizen in the Russian Federation territory.” You apply and renew your passport at 14, 20, and 45. It contains all that basic bio-demo info like name, gender, DOB, and place of birth. However, it also includes your place of registration (permanent address), marriage(s)/divorce(s), children under 14, notes about the issue of a travel passport, military service, tax id (optional), and blood-type (optional).You can even use it to travel to some exotic places like Kazakhstan.<br /><br />For travel to most other countries, Russians need at least their travel, or external, passport. It’s the passport Russians need when exiting and entering Russia. Works much like a US passport—exit/entry stamps, visas, etc. Renewed every five years. Those under 14 don’t have their own passport, but are instead included in one of their parents’ travel passport. As of March 2010, all new external passports will be biometric (with an electronic chip).<br /><br />Easy enough to explain, right? Now trying explaining the system of passports, state id’s, and drivers’ licenses to someone who’s not from the US.Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-72869879526252472282010-01-24T19:02:00.000+03:002010-02-05T14:24:04.187+03:00Where I Live (3 of 3): Apartment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S1yU2WhParI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2GQ6LN_Ev0/s1600-h/S5000072.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S1yTa0doutI/AAAAAAAAABU/U-RxaQo2JlA/s1600-h/S5000178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430377339670805202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S1yTa0doutI/AAAAAAAAABU/U-RxaQo2JlA/s400/S5000178.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I guess it would be fair to live up to expectations and tell you where I actually live and wrap up this topic. Currently I am staying in the apartment owned by my grandmother and my mom. It's in a Stalinist apartment building--meaning that it's sturdy and has fairly high-ceilings (3 meters, to be exact). In this picture, the balcony on the fourth-floor on the right, is ours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Russians seem to be more aware of square meterage. At about a 100 sq. m., this apartment is fairly large: two </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Gavanskaya%20Apartment%20and%20Ride%20to%20LED%20Airport/?action=view&current=S5000813.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bedrooms</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Gavanskaya%20Apartment%20and%20Ride%20to%20LED%20Airport/?action=view&current=S5000817.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">living room</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Gavanskaya%20Apartment%20and%20Ride%20to%20LED%20Airport/?action=view&current=S5000826.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dining room</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Gavanskaya%20Apartment%20and%20Ride%20to%20LED%20Airport/?action=view&current=S5000825.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">kitchen</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, bath, </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Gavanskaya%20Apartment%20and%20Ride%20to%20LED%20Airport/?action=view&current=S5000822.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">toilet</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">, and </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Around%20LenExpo%20and%20July%202006/?action=view&current=S5000069.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">balcony</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. While all of this may mean little out of context, few average Russians have apartments of this size. It may seem luxurious with two people living here now (grandma and me), but when I was little, there were six of us living here. Basically, apartment space in St. Petersburg is at a premium and this shapes social interactions and views of privacy: much less likely to be invited to someone's house, house parties are rare, etc. Oh, and there will be all sorts of stuff crammed into small spaces. This old stuff sometimes makes me feel like I am truly back in the USSR--but since the apartment is not mine, I just deal with it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Positives about this apartment include that within a one block radius, there are all sorts of public transportation that take me to most parts of the city (or at least to the nearest subway-stop), nearest subway stop is a twenty minute walk (a little far by SPB standards, but ok), within a two block radius are eight grocery stores (including two 24-hr ones), the harbor and park are two blocks away (with the sea wind keeping the air cleaner), and the neighborhood is not overly busy or dirty. If I had to give a Twin Cities point of reference for the proximity and cleanliness, I would use Uptown. On the map, the red dot and square (bottom left) are basically where we live on Vasilievsky Island (the city-center is at the center/bottom right-edge of the map).<img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bX3cRMgCTjM/S1yU2WhParI/AAAAAAAAABc/a2GQ6LN_Ev0/s400/S5000072.JPG" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We also have a nice </span><a href="http://s130.photobucket.com/albums/p273/natasha_detasha/Russia%20Trip%20Summer%202006/Around%20LenExpo%20and%20July%202006/?action=view&current=S5000087.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">courtyard</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> and live across the street from a quiet (!) BFA-Actors dorm (those who know that I worked with the BFA-London program should appreciate this fact).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some random observations that I would like to share about Russian apartments are that: a separate toilet and bathroom give an apartment more value (over a combined bathroom), not all buildings have elevators (ours does), almost all heating is central, wallpaper is considered nicer than painted walls, few people have carpeted floors, most appliances are smaller (less space) and dryers are uncommon. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-66261854067007239972009-12-28T12:46:00.000+03:002010-02-05T14:25:32.369+03:00Where I Live (2 of 3): NeighborhoodIn order to understand why St. Petersburg neighborhoods (<a href="http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/äðùû:Spb_all_districts_2005_abc_rus.svg">of which there are 18 in the city proper</a>) are they way that they are, you have to understand the Russian housing system.<br />In Soviet Russia, housing essentially owned you. You, along with some family, and maybe some strangers, were "assigned" to an apartment ("kommunalkas" were and are apartments shared by several families, with a communal kitchen, bathroom, hallway). As city populations (and individual families) grew, residents could be assigned to housing in newer block-like apartment buildings. Think of Cedar-Riverside in Minneapolis. Think of the literal meaning of Einstürzende Neubauten. Some Soviet neighborhoods were built thematically to create housing for workers at a specific factory near-by. Or, for example, the area serviced by the Akademicheskaya subway station was the neighborhood in which many academics were housed. This has had an effect on the social-class that lives in those neighborhoods now. Generations of prolies tend to produce, you guessed it, more prolies. Bask in the USSR, everything was state-owned. <div><br />Then, the state collapsed. In the 1990's, housing was privatized. Essentially, residents were given the ability to own the apartments or rooms in which they were living. Many people still live in those apartments to this day. Many younger adults don't move out until they move in with someone. Owners in apartments generally only pay utilities. When people buy an apartment, they can change their residency, or be "assigned" to that apartment. It is preferable to own rather than to rent. People who rent are either those who move out on their own, or move to the city. Where they rent is largely determined on budget--rent for an entire apartment could be the equivalent of a month's salary.</div><div><br />Simplified--the closer to the center of the city, the more expensive. Although, some wealthier Russians are choosing to live in single-family homes or town-houses outside of the city. A large number of modern and high-class apartments have been built in outer-laying neighborhoods. However, because housing in Russia is expensive to the utmost, there isn't as much freedom to move, or a culture of moving based on a specific cultural affiliation. There also really isn't a long-term lease. Consequently there isn't a cluster of businesses that cater to a specific demographic--there isn't a Chinatown or a hipster neighborhood. Some of the historically worker neighborhoods are classified as "hoods" and it is advised to avoid them at night.</div><div><br />You are assigned to social services (clinic, tax-office, housing authorities, tuburculosis dispensary) in the neighborhood of which you are a resident. Even "sleeper"/commuter neighborhoods have grocery stores, crap-electronics stores, clothing stores, pharmacies, eateries, etc. Most clubs, bars, stores, and entertainment locations are in the center of the city--which can be a drag if you live far or in an area separated by a bridge that gets drawn at night.<br />This, essentially, is the housing situation in St. Petersburg (and generally in most Russian urban areas).</div>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-81290131345812941042009-11-17T11:52:00.000+03:002010-02-05T14:26:07.865+03:00Where I Live (1 of 3): CityI guess the explanation of my living situation can be broken up into three parts: City, Neighborhood, and Apartment. This is by no means a comprehensive or a historical description, just a few tid-bits that I think may help you place me on a contextual map.<br /><br />At 4.6 million people, St. Petersburg (SPB), is the second largest city in Russia. About 6 million people live in the vicinity. The metro area is 1439 sq. km, which means that the density is 8,389.5/sq mi. This means that the density of the SPB metro area is greater than that of the New York City metro area. Architecturally, it's quite European, having been founded by Peter the Great in 1703. It's a port city on the Baltic and is Russia's "northern capital." Roughly a six-eight hour drive from Moscow, Helsinki, and Tallinn. The center of the city is a UNESCO World Heritage Cite.<br /><br />Basically, it's a gorgeous city with a lot of people in a small geographical area and a lot to do--museums, theaters, and lots of parks. There's a huge interest in photography here, which I don't think is coincidental. SPB gets compared to Moscow, a lot--it's inevitable. But I won't go into any detail and will just say that many see the two cities as the only worthwhile cities in Russia. I will let you deduce what comes with this: housing prices, immigration, stratification of society, traffic, pollution, etc. If I was forced to compare SPB to US city, I would choose Boston--sizable, coastal, historical, green, educated, expensive. Except there's more to do here and the pace is quicker.<br /><br />The city has excellent public transportation and is extremely walkable. However, the central neighborhoods were never built for the amount of traffic they receive. Makes me think of the oldest versions of SimCity, except that you can't plow down historical buildings. (That's a popular topic in itself as the governor is purported to do exactly that). Buildings are not supposed to exceed a certain height (another questionable current topic).<br /><br />One of SPB's nicknames is "Venice of the North," because of the multitude of canals. Romantic? I always think of Thomas Mann's <em>Death in Venice</em>, where the plague spreads through the canals, but yes. SPB was built as a number of islands on a swamp and the chemically-treated tap water is not recommended for drinking (although you won't get sick like you would in Mexico). Pretty? Sure. A boat-excursion trap for tourists? Undeniably. A way to get stuck far away from home if you miss the bridges being drawn at night? Yeah, that too. More about that in the discussion of neighborhoods.<br /><br />For some basic info I recommend the <a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/russia/st-petersburg">Lonely Planet page</a> and good ole <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._petersburg">Wikipedia</a>. I recommend looking at as many pictures as possible, although they won't be able to convey the feeling of awe you get trying to comprehend that you live in such a gorgeous place.<br /><br />So this is where I was born and where I am, again, living.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Population, area, and density numbers from "</span><a href="http://gov.spb.ru/day"><span style="font-size:78%;">St. Petersburg in Figures</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">."</span>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-49391141181302244332009-11-12T09:14:00.000+03:002009-11-12T10:45:00.888+03:00News isn't News Everywhere<div align="justify">Recently, I have drifted back to reading the New York Times (NYT) on, at least, a semi-regular basis. That I read the NYT is, however, less important than what I chose to read and why I read it.<br />Not living in a country limits your exposure to it's media. Sure, I see some headlines in Russian newspapers and websites: "DC Sniper Executed in Virginia" or "Mike Tyson Arrested in LA Airport," but they can be easily ignored. I think back on the 35W bridge-collapse--one of my initial thoughts was "F-, this will be the only news for months." I was not wrong--the same story saturated the Twin Cities media for months.<br />I am not a news junkie and my interest in political news is lackluster at best. Don't write this off to ignorance or apathy. I like to know what is going on around me, but I am choosy in what I read and watch. I am thankful that living outside of the US better allows me to filter US-related information. What's going on with health-care reform? I can unabashedly say that I don't know. Currently, it affects me, personally, just as much as the discovery of the lost army of the Persian King Kambiz II in the Sahara. I can read about both when I chose to, because I think it's important to know what's going on in the world around us, not because it's crammed down my throat through repetition.<br />So what have I been choosing? Oh, a little bit of everything: the Vatican inviting conservative Anglicans to join it, slide-shows about different types of electric connectors, announcements of upcoming shows and exhibitions. It feels like I'm staying in touch with a friend through following what he's doing, reading, listening to, etc.<br />Although, it's not like being there. My resurgent interest in the NYT, as a repository of societal happenings, is concurrent with my waining commitment to pop-culture blogs. Sorry <a href="http://www.latfh.com/">Look At This Fucking Hipster</a>, <a href="http://www.bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/">Bike Snob NYC</a>, and <a href="http://www.asofterworld.com/">A Softer World</a>. I am becoming and will most likely further drift away from current US internet trends. For better or worse. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">What made me write all this? Something that has more to do with cultural context, actually--a funny quote I recently found in the NYT:</div><div align="justify">"Ghostface Killah sings along to Billy Joel, refuses to smoke pot because it kills his mojo and hates ladies with rock-hard calves: these were the surprising facts we came away with when we sat with him in his car for an interview recently." </div>Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-88495331018901018922009-11-05T11:51:00.000+03:002009-11-05T13:14:34.210+03:00Catch Up Post: Communication FailureMy bff regularly posts what he calls "catch-up posts," in which he lumps together everything of interest that he’s encountered in the past x-weeks. There is absolutely no way for me to catch-up on everything from the past three months. What would that sound like? “So, I’ve moved to a different country, have a different job, and everything about my daily routines is different. Other than that, not much to tell.” <br />Drastically changing your life is overwhelming. My current inability to multi-task in my personal life is evident. If you have tips for how I can to find the time to write to people about the life I’m living here if what I’m so busy with is living that life please let me know. Also let me know if you can assist with existential questions, cultural adaptation, reevaluation of goals and interests in a new context, etc.Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6166243647037324233.post-78790132037515926012009-10-24T16:57:00.001+04:002009-10-24T17:07:43.721+04:00Blah Blah BlogIt's official. Months of procrastination have conceived and birthed a blog. Not much to say about it.Natashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12099458895191529684noreply@blogger.com0