-Leon Trotsky
The top 5: things that make me as crazy as Rasputin
1. People who don't speak Russian (Russian revolution that is).
2. Not being able to visit and be in a relatively close proximity to Lenin's skin.
3. Mr. Davies not showing us Anastasia, even though he said he would, because it's not historically correct enough but he feels quite content to show as Marie Antoinette.
4. Stalin destroying the work Lenin had done by ousting Trotsky and then sending one of his cronies to stab him in the skull with an ice pick in Mexico; not cool Stalin, NOT COOL!
5. Coles customers (refer to a previous post for how this relates to the Russian revolution and/or Russia).
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art
- Stanislavski
Foodstuff of the Week
The foodstuff of the week this week is the White Russian. A delicious cocktail made from vodka (suprise surprise), coffee liqueur and fresh cream. Russki approved :D
Friday, September 18, 2009
The world thinks the Russian Revolution is at an end. Do not be mistaken. The Russian Revolution is just beginning.
-Alexander Kerensky
A supermarket in Box Hill sits teetering on the verge of Revolution. It's easily comparable to Russia circa 1905, tensions mounting, but alas, nothing will ever be able to be done about its authoritarian rule.
How do I know these details, you ask? I myself am caught amidst the atmosphere of disdain, and truthfully, I am the Father Gapon of Coles!
I represent the peasants, the serfs, as I am close to the bottom of the hierarchy established, and sadly, the hierarchy is obvious and the serfs like me are manipulated by those on top.
(It's incredible how similar this is to Russia, before the genius of Lenin came in to save the people. Not that he did....)
The customers are the nobility and the upper class. They do not even pretend to care about me or my feelings. They do things that deliberately infuriate me and to openly show their disgust at my presence;
-throw 'environmentally friendly' bags at me, even though I have already packed half of their items and demand I take them out, to 'ease' their conscience
-ignore me when I ask them how they are
-pay 50 cent items with a 100 dollar note
In fact, this list is never ending. The amount of things customers can do to make it conclusive that they are horrible, blood-sucking monsters, is astounding.
I finally understand the full pain and suffering undergone by the peasants of Russia pre-Revolution.
The supervisors induce a sense of fear in me. I fear everything about them, yet they are not overly cruel, in fact they are barely cruel at all. Perhaps the best way to describe them is to go back to the French Revolution, and define them as the "Bourgeoisie". Better then me, but they too want a change in the society, or store. And we must not forget that they started out as what I currently am.
Much, much more fear creating are the managers. Everytime they come near me, I freeze up inside, and on the outside my palms begin to sweat and my speech begins to stutter. They are the autocratic rulers. Unlike the upper class, they do not openly hate me. Just discretely, and in no way do they want to make life, or work, any better for me. They enjoy watching me suffer, and/or they do not care for I am to far bellow for their attention. When I am forced into cancelling a shift, my heart beats a million miles a minute at the thought of what they will say. When I make a mistake at work, I fear severe consequences, so much so that I don't inform anyone and just 'fix' it myself.
This situation at the store in not fixable. And the only difference between it and the Russian revolution is that there will, sadly, be no overthrowing of the regime. The Russian revolution had the genius of Lenin, the courage of Trotsky. All of these elements are missing from Coles, but perhaps one day, well after my time there, something will be done to end the oppresive rule.
A supermarket in Box Hill sits teetering on the verge of Revolution. It's easily comparable to Russia circa 1905, tensions mounting, but alas, nothing will ever be able to be done about its authoritarian rule.
How do I know these details, you ask? I myself am caught amidst the atmosphere of disdain, and truthfully, I am the Father Gapon of Coles!
I represent the peasants, the serfs, as I am close to the bottom of the hierarchy established, and sadly, the hierarchy is obvious and the serfs like me are manipulated by those on top.
(It's incredible how similar this is to Russia, before the genius of Lenin came in to save the people. Not that he did....)
The customers are the nobility and the upper class. They do not even pretend to care about me or my feelings. They do things that deliberately infuriate me and to openly show their disgust at my presence;
-throw 'environmentally friendly' bags at me, even though I have already packed half of their items and demand I take them out, to 'ease' their conscience
-ignore me when I ask them how they are
-pay 50 cent items with a 100 dollar note
In fact, this list is never ending. The amount of things customers can do to make it conclusive that they are horrible, blood-sucking monsters, is astounding.
I finally understand the full pain and suffering undergone by the peasants of Russia pre-Revolution.
The supervisors induce a sense of fear in me. I fear everything about them, yet they are not overly cruel, in fact they are barely cruel at all. Perhaps the best way to describe them is to go back to the French Revolution, and define them as the "Bourgeoisie". Better then me, but they too want a change in the society, or store. And we must not forget that they started out as what I currently am.
Much, much more fear creating are the managers. Everytime they come near me, I freeze up inside, and on the outside my palms begin to sweat and my speech begins to stutter. They are the autocratic rulers. Unlike the upper class, they do not openly hate me. Just discretely, and in no way do they want to make life, or work, any better for me. They enjoy watching me suffer, and/or they do not care for I am to far bellow for their attention. When I am forced into cancelling a shift, my heart beats a million miles a minute at the thought of what they will say. When I make a mistake at work, I fear severe consequences, so much so that I don't inform anyone and just 'fix' it myself.
This situation at the store in not fixable. And the only difference between it and the Russian revolution is that there will, sadly, be no overthrowing of the regime. The Russian revolution had the genius of Lenin, the courage of Trotsky. All of these elements are missing from Coles, but perhaps one day, well after my time there, something will be done to end the oppresive rule.
Monday, September 14, 2009
There is no example in history of a revolutionary movement involving such gigantic masses being so bloodless.
-Leon Trotsky
Where's Rassy?
Where's Rassy?
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The whole human way of life has been destroyed and ruined. All that’s left is the bare, shivering human soul, stripped to the last shred
-Boris Pasternak
Where's Rassy: Solution
Bella's locker, that is where he was hiding.
Where's Rassy: Solution
Bella's locker, that is where he was hiding.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Although you may think me mad because of it, I just think differently and some of the trivial elements of life that absorb so many do not affect me
-Rasputin
Wheres Rassy?
Spot Rasputin.
Wheres Rassy?
Spot Rasputin.
Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win.
- Karl Marx
You of course do not know the delicate intricacies of 4HR BSENJ JDV. That is the history class Elizabeth and I partake in. There is a certain ambience, an ethereal quality to our dignified learning, that an uninvolved person would not, could not, imagine.
Mr Davies, fine educator that he is, pretty much teaches us though reading aloud documents of interest, setting volumes of reading and the magic of powerpoint.
When we read aloud, I decide to take it upon myself to make learning fun by reciting the text with a thick Russian accent. Amusing to be sure, but this also gives a sense of location and logic, as, although these texts have been translated into english for the benefit of yours truly, their origins are Russian, and I feel it my duty to do them justice.
My colourful, expressive reading style has become resented by a certain Judah*. Judah does not seem to appreciate the efforts I go to, with the sole ambition of pleasing all with my clever wit and creativity. It hurts, dear reader, this unbridled hostility. And, sadly, this is what I and my dear comrade Elizabeth must face on a weekly basis. Despite the fact that Eizabeth has done nothing to provoke such resentment. She is shunned by association.
The powerpoints are less fun. No reading involved, they generally prompt more of a class discussion type situation which can be confronting, and stressful. Judah likes to claim these opportunities in order to showcase her fact-retaining-talents before all. I like to take these opportunities to eyeball Mr Davies, talk to Elizabeth about fine Russian cinema, and plait my hair. It would be fair to say that we are infinitely different creatures.
I would go on now to describe the building-of-briges that has occured between dear Judah, Elizabeth and myself of late, but, I am quite sleepy.
STAY TUNED.
-Isabella
You of course do not know the delicate intricacies of 4HR BSENJ JDV. That is the history class Elizabeth and I partake in. There is a certain ambience, an ethereal quality to our dignified learning, that an uninvolved person would not, could not, imagine.
Mr Davies, fine educator that he is, pretty much teaches us though reading aloud documents of interest, setting volumes of reading and the magic of powerpoint.
When we read aloud, I decide to take it upon myself to make learning fun by reciting the text with a thick Russian accent. Amusing to be sure, but this also gives a sense of location and logic, as, although these texts have been translated into english for the benefit of yours truly, their origins are Russian, and I feel it my duty to do them justice.
My colourful, expressive reading style has become resented by a certain Judah*. Judah does not seem to appreciate the efforts I go to, with the sole ambition of pleasing all with my clever wit and creativity. It hurts, dear reader, this unbridled hostility. And, sadly, this is what I and my dear comrade Elizabeth must face on a weekly basis. Despite the fact that Eizabeth has done nothing to provoke such resentment. She is shunned by association.
The powerpoints are less fun. No reading involved, they generally prompt more of a class discussion type situation which can be confronting, and stressful. Judah likes to claim these opportunities in order to showcase her fact-retaining-talents before all. I like to take these opportunities to eyeball Mr Davies, talk to Elizabeth about fine Russian cinema, and plait my hair. It would be fair to say that we are infinitely different creatures.
I would go on now to describe the building-of-briges that has occured between dear Judah, Elizabeth and myself of late, but, I am quite sleepy.
STAY TUNED.
-Isabella
Friday, September 4, 2009
A lie told often enough becomes the truth.
-Vladimir Lenin
The top 5 reasons why I love Lenin
1. Refer to the title of this post, and then Google "Lenin quotes" and, thus, is reason one.
2. Even though he is no more, I am still able to visit and be in a relatively close proximity to his skin.
3.
4. Have you seen his Wikipedia page?
5. Judah* hates him, so that ultimately makes me love him. No matter what an asshole he is/was.
The top 5 reasons why I love Lenin
1. Refer to the title of this post, and then Google "Lenin quotes" and, thus, is reason one.
2. Even though he is no more, I am still able to visit and be in a relatively close proximity to his skin.
3.
4. Have you seen his Wikipedia page?
5. Judah* hates him, so that ultimately makes me love him. No matter what an asshole he is/was.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
How can you make a revolution without executions?
- Vladimir Lenin
You can tell by looking at her right?
Very obvious Russian, easy to spot at a distance.
Natalia Vodianova.
Genuine russki.
Russian Of The Week
You can tell by looking at her right?
Very obvious Russian, easy to spot at a distance.
Natalia Vodianova.
Genuine russki.
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