My Obsession Has Reached a Critical Mass. Soon, My Head Will Explode.

Or, I spent an hour in the magazine section of library reading through a Russian magazine.

Or rather, parsing out occasional words in a Russian magazine and doing a little happy dance when I found cognates. Because I don’t actually KNOW any Russian. I've taught myself the Cyrillic alphabet and now I fill my spare time by ambushing Russian words and trying to beat some sense out of them.

I’m doing well enough that I’m starting to like Cyrillic letters that aren’t the same as letters in English. I’ve conceived a particular adoration for Ф and Ж.

I'd love to see penmanship analysis of Cyrllic writing. (Or even better: Chinese.) Because Cyrllic doesn't have a lower or an upper zone. It's all regimented into the middle zone, except for capital letters which poke up like periscopes, presumably to make sure that the other letters are all following orders.

It was when I realized that I'd drafted the Cyrillic characters into the Red Army that I decided I need a more constructive outlet for my obsession. Thus, I give you Winnie the Pooh. In Russian. Because in Russian, Winnie the Pooh is a poet. With attitude.

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Also, I have my writing tutor interview this afternoon. Luck, luck, luck!