Friday, November 19, 2010. Saturday, April 17, 2010. I recently reflected that the eighties teens I remember from when I was a small child are now in their late thirties. How did so much time pass by? Monday, April 12, 2010. The traditional Russian dress was called a sarafan, and the cap they wore was called a kokoshnik. Friday, April 9, 2010. Thursday, April 8, 2010. Wednesday, April 7, 2010. Tuesday, April 6, 2010.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011. The stars in the night sky sit peacefully, far away from the troubles of the world. Without a care, they drift halfway between sleep and life, between the galaxies, between yesterday and today. Sometimes, they sing a gentle lullaby, and a lone wolf or an old oak will hear it. Raising their head to the heavens to listen to its quiet beat. One day when the star was a little older, he realised that he was one of many.

Friday, December 2, 2011. It was actually very similar to my aims in another blog Beauty Ideals which I was writing. When so much doubt comes into it, it seems difficult to know what it is I would really be writing about with the topic of philosophy. Would I simply be reciting many of my own views, perhaps slightly modified by these ancient ideas, and then labelling them by the name of a known philosopher? But does anything really exist that it purely ideas? Tuesday, November 29, 2011. I will start with .

Friday, January 14, 2011. The great concerto pianist sat busking on the corner. The crowds surged past him barely stopping to hear him. What had made him so great? The crescendo rolled off his fingertips, mountains and valleys of sound, beautiful as ever. Occasionally, a passerby stopped and, condescendingly, tossed a dollar in his hat. Sunday, December 19, 2010. You should be able to opt in or out. Wednesday, December 1, 2010.