Ivan Aivazovsky (Иван Айвазовский), Still Sea at Night (Еще море ночью), 1861.
My Russian is very limited, but I saw this and thought that to the best of my knowledge Еще doesn’t mean calm or still, but is actually an adverb. And then it came to me that it means “still” in the adverbial sense, as in “yet” or “although”, and that the caption is probably a google translate error. This was supported by the fact that typing “still sea at night” into google translate gets you “ещемореночью”, but “ещемореночью” translates into English as “yet the sea at night”. So I guess my point is that I’m glad human brains are still way better than the machines at translation (assuming I’m right. If I’m wrong, just move right along, nothing to see here).
This weekend featured both the pleasures and perils of meetings with strangers mediated by the internet. On the pleasures end, I met up for the first time with deadlytango while he was in town and we went to see God Help The Girl. We decided to catch the screening which was followed by 40 minutes of concert footage (B&S, the 3 girls from the GHTG album, and the guy from the movie) which made it a late night but totally worth it. The movie was.. pretty much what I expected? I’d forgotten how lovely many of the songs on the album are, and it was fun to rediscover them via the film. So I continue to bat 1000 when it comes to fun meet ups with tumblr folks (although if I ever make it to Vancouver all hell could break loose )(ha! kidding you guys!)
And the perils.. I just started using Uber this week and after initially praising it, I’m now thinking that the comparison to glorified hitchhiking is spot on, except when you’re hitchhiking the person picking you up doesn’t have your home address and full name. The guy who picked me up on Saturday when I was cutting it close making it to a play 1) had a tank on empty, 2) told me that he was going to officially cancel the trip online and I should give him $7 in cash because he only had $3 and couldn’t afford gas, 3) when I said no to this plan, and that I’d prefer to pay via Uber and that he get me to my destination before getting gas (only 10 minutes away, he wasn’t going to run out), kept arguing with me, 4) claimed he really only had $3 to his name, i.e., no credit or debit card with which to deal with the empty tank (yeah right), 4) stopped at a gas station anyway, and basically shoved the $3 at me and was like “I cancelled the trip, you need to give me money for gas” and essentially refused to budge until I gave him cash. I gave him a $5 bill because it was dark and rainy and I wanted to make the play, but was so unnerved by the whole thing that I jumped too quickly out of the car at the theater and then upon arriving home later that night realized I’d lost my keys and there was a good chance they were in the car of the scary Uber guy who knows my address (and with access to my full name, many other things about me if he wanted to put in the effort). So I ended up spending the night on a friend’s floor and the next day asking my landlord to change my lock. Thanks Uber!
(Uber has a lost and found, but it involves their contacting the driver, which means I’d need to explain that the trip WAS completed and he’d scammed the company, and the last thing I want a guy who’s been fired to know is that he has the house keys of the person who got him fired. Argh.)
(also, I’m sure this was unintentional, but it wasn’t lost on me that the gas station he stopped at was the same one where the guy who was carjacked and held hostage by the marathon bombers made his escape)