Gruppe-tawk?

one armed john or a creepee stalker I don't know ?

Wait, you know some other Russians? :)

I thought you were Georgian.

I thought you were Georgian.

There's a difference?

True story:

a few months ago Wobliver posted a link to some buzzfeed photo collection of photos of 'Russia from 100 years ago". Couple of them were of Georgia (and other places definitely not Russian). So I jokingly said, something like, haha, the caption of picture number X would get you punched in Tbilisi, it's definitely not Russia!

Someone questioned me about it, and we had a long discussion of whether a picture taken in India during the British domination time could be titled "photo of England from 100 years ago", or whether it would be more accurate to say "photo of the Princely States of India at the time of British Empire protectorate".

Wobliver just took offence, because he thought I was proposing to punch him.

But anyway, the answer for me is: not Russian. And not Georgian.

Got a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night... despite being completely exhausted.

This should be fun.

Maybe ewe should try going to bed earlier? Teh thing about sleep iz, ewe kneed it.

Oh, no, I attempted to sleep for 7 hours. Four of those were spent tossing and turning.

Luckily, our department has an industrial Bunn coffeemaker.

True story:

a few months ago Wobliver posted a link to some buzzfeed photo collection of photos of 'Russia from 100 years ago". Couple of them were of Georgia (and other places definitely not Russian). So I jokingly said, something like, haha, the caption of picture number X would get you punched in Tbilisi, it's definitely not Russia!

Someone questioned me about it, and we had a long discussion of whether a picture taken in India during the British domination time could be titled "photo of England from 100 years ago", or whether it would be more accurate to say "photo of the Princely States of India at the time of British Empire protectorate".

Wobliver just took offence, because he thought I was proposing to punch him.

But anyway, the answer for me is: not Russian. And not Georgian.

Because yore now an 'Merikin mutt like teh rest ov us?

Well, that too, yes, I am an American like the rest of you... (except for those two pesky Canadians)

but I meant no, as in, I would never be referred to as Russian OR Georgian in Russia or in Georgia, even though at some point I held those citizenships. Not even when I held Russian citizenship would anyone in Russia have ever called me Russian. Because there a statement such as "I am Georgian", or Russian, etc., refers to ethnicity, not nationality. And I am not ethnically either Russian, or Georgian.

I am friends with a number of Russian Jews who are American citizens now, but who were basically stateless people for a long time. It's sort of a weird legal status that is a giant pain.

That is a bit different. The jews who were leaving Russia in the 80s, 90s, etc., they basically "gave up" their Soviet citizenship when they chose to leave, and were not really Soviet citizens anymore (a.k.a. Soviets took it away and kicked you out with "don't come back" advice). Then they went to (usually) Austria or Italy, and they they stayed in basically refugee camps, until either Israel or US granted them either citizenship (automatic, if you were going to Israel, and could prove that you were Jewish) or, if they wanted to go to US, they got a refugee status (preferred) or a "parole" (not as good), with the option of applying for green card and citizenship once they were in the US. Most people spent months in Vienna, but some were not lucky, and had a much longer wait, if there was anything complicated.

I didn't have to go through anything like that. I always had citizenship. But I was (still am) half Jewish/half-Armenian, never Russian or Georgian, regardless of what my passport said about my citizenship.

The passports there always had two rubrics: Citizenship (which is what you guys think of when you think Nationality, e.i. which country issues your passport) and Nationality (which would be called ethnicity here, if anybody bothered to record it in an official document). And nationality was very important.

I had been told, by very well-meaning people, how "lucky" it was that I was Armenian through father, and Jewish through mother. Because, since nationality was recorded through father, I could be Armenian in my passport in Soviet Union (not as bad as being Jewish), but if I ever decided to go to Israel-- bingo, I would be Jewish because of my mother. If it were reversed... Jewish father, Armenian mother... I'd be screwed in both places.

I got good at smiling and nodding.

Well, that too, yes, I am an American like the rest of you... (except for those two pesky Canadians)

but I meant no, as in, I would never be referred to as Russian OR Georgian in Russia or in Georgia, even though at some point I held those citizenships. Not even when I held Russian citizenship would anyone in Russia have ever called me Russian. Because there a statement such as "I am Georgian", or Russian, etc., refers to ethnicity, not nationality. And I am not ethnically either Russian, or Georgian.

So long story short...yore Armenian.

Homo sovietus?

Homo sovietus?

You can take a girl out of Russia... I mean, USSR... but you can't...

shit! I am a commie.

And in other gnus, OMG, my legs!

My glutes. My quads. My adductors.

HURT!!!!

Weirdly enough, hamstrings and calves don't hurt. Or rather, hurt so little that they are unnoticeable over the other pain.

PT yesterday was brutal. For the first time since I started doing PT it felt like a workout, instead of just a collection of leisurely exercises, and not just a workout, the kind of workout that requires a shower afterwards.

I haven't had muscle soreness for so long, I forgot what it feels like.

Owww, awww, owww, ouch!

I suppose it is refreshing not to have the knee as my worst-hurting body part, for a change. But OMG, owww!

G3rkz hyalite report.

Doc is teh weke.

Chossy flashed Northwest Passage.

G_G redpointed Straits of Gibraltar.

Jasper was bored.