I played a concert in Tomsk. People came. I made some money. Some girl interviewed me after. I was really happy that I successfully was interviewed in Russian. Then she wrote this article (excerpt) За год в России он научился хорошо говорить по-русски, и перед каждой композицией на концерте озвучивает небольшие комментарии к ней. Большинство [...]
It’s a pretty lame excuse and all, but at some point I sorta forgot this blog existed. And then I remembered but I was busy and I didn’t post anything. And then I had a good idea and started writing a post but then I had to leave on this current month long trip I’m [...]
RUSSIA TURNED ON ITS SIDE LOOKS LIKE A PHILLY PHANATIC CLUB-FOOTED IF THAT’S WHAT A CLUBFOOT LOOKS LIKE THIS IS HOW I FEEL HERE OR AT LEAST THE BEST I COULD COMMUNICATE BUT AFTERWARDS I MAY FEEL DIFFERENTLY
picture by Keith Birthday I’m going to take this poem and I’m going to turn it into something else probably something like a rock or maybe an airplane I’m going to take this rock or airplane or poem and turn it into a forest I think that you’ll be impressed if I take this poem [...]
part four in a potentially complete documentation of Keith Birthday’s travels in January: part 1, part 2, part 3 linked respectively I had taken the tram to the outskirts of Krakow. Like many European cities I have been to, the outer edge of this city resembled American strip mall suburbs. Large stores surrounded me on [...]
In Russia emo is this year’s cool well more like last year’s Counterculture reduced from an ideal or maybe lifestyle to blacknpinknskullsnsadness ‘sadness’ these girls cuddle teddy bears on streets call it ‘dressing emo’ The front strands of her hair are dyed black the area around her eyes is colored black her fingernails are painted black [...]
I got out of the train, stepped out into the evening cold. I was in ‘Taiga’, the city named after the forest, or perhaps vice versa. This city connects Tomsk with the Trans-Siberian line. I had two hours. I walked up onto the overhead crossing in order to snap a few shots with my cameraphone [...]
blog post turned story about a real life event. still consider it fiction, though. I was just about ready to leave when the pounding started on the door. Heavy, rhythmic, coupled with my name shouted in a heavily affected Russian accent ‘БРЕНДАН’ (pound pound pound). I opened the door. Before me stood my downstairs neighbor, [...]
From my current project Siberia, a collection of essays, poems, songs, and photos. II. on the one hand I hate all the ice/slush my feet being wet but then there is some meltwater makes its way through icesheets carves a canyon or maybe a gorge also then the cacophony of slush so many wet bristles [...]
part three in a surprisingly still continuing series by Keith Birthday. who knew he would have made it past part two? I wonder if people who lived in Europe this winter will tell their children/grandchildren about the ‘great blizzard of 2010′. Although it seemed like a relatively reasonable amount of snow to me/my travel companion [...]
