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Try to care about things less. I find that works for most problems.

I have to say I have not had great experience with that method. Maybe it's a lack of practice?

Being two beers in at all times helps to prevent the caring from taking hold, but it's not for the weak. I can also recommend just being better than everyone and everything else.

[She's helping!!]

[ you sound like a young american version of her grandma and that's weird ]

Is there a step-by-step guide to that?

Yes, it's called "How To Quit Giving So Goddamn Many Fucks About Pointless Shit That Isn't Worth Your Fucking Time" by Penelope Lane, age eight. Amazon e-books. Straight to your kindle, $29.95. Only instead of ordering it from Amazon you have to just physically give me the money, it's totally weird, I can't explain it.

I think we have an ideological disparity here, but if I had money, I would absolutely buy your childhood masterpiece.

Your theoretical support of my creative endeavors is both noted and appreciated! Obviously not as much as if you had given me money but whatever, I'm not picky.

[Penelope is SUPER picky. Who is she actually kidding.]

Seriously, though, try to immerse yourself in your goals. It might not like, lessen your homesickness, but having something you're striving for is pretty good at tempering the utter despair and loneliness or whatever.

[ kind of a super-Russian hmmm noise ]

It would alleviate the worry that the homesickness would interfere with my work, yes. Most people who live in New York tell me it's the best place in America, and if I looked harder, I'd find something to appreciate about it.

[ mostly she's just like :S I MISS THE FROZEN ARCTIC because she grew up darting between chukotka and nome in alaska. it makes no sense to prefer the tundra, but she does. ]

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Hahahaha no. New York smells like piss and a single-serving bottle of orange juice is like $8.00. Fuck New York. If it weren't one of the major fashion capitals of the U.S. I'd say raze it to the ground and start the fuck over because it is obviously a failed-ass experiment in megalopolis couture or whatever.

And I like cities.

What city do you like better?

Are we talking like, North America? Or worldwide? Because Canada's got some pretty good big cities, but that's just like a very small section of the cool places in the world. Proportionally.

Seattle is kind of cool if you don't mind the shit weather.

America. Canada is not very safe where I come from — which is not to say America is, but it has at least one or two cities left.

( — wow, this one's a little on the nose. )

Ehm — sometimes, try to find something that remind you of home. But ehm, sometimes it make it worse, so...

I thought of that. But I want a memento that isn't — it can't be blatantly personal. Or too fragile.

Someone I knew would get tattoos to remind her of things and people she wanted to carry around with her.

I thought about this, but my grandmother would start a spin in her grave.

Also, I think you run out of room sometime.

Right, yes. Mine is alive, but she'd die just to resurrect in order to pull me by the ear.

I don't know if it would help, anyway. I don't want to stop thinking of home, but I would like it to be more manageable.

Yeah. I don't know how to make it shrink.

What's it like, the place you miss?

Hot. In the summer, so humid, you can swim in the air. In the 60's, they put up all these tall buildings, the westerners — they don't know how to build for the heat, they don't leave it open for the sea breeze to come through. And old, is so old. Everyone speaking so many languages. Sad, too.

And you?

Nearly the opposite. Baba has a flight service from Provideniya to Nome. No trees, but in the summer, there are a lot of flowers along the tundra, red and white. In the winter it gets so cold and snowy that the sky and ground mirror each other, all turning the same kind of blue-white color. And it's more rural.

Lots of drinking, with the men, sometimes gold-panning. Wild animals. Whales in the ocean. We had a polar bear problem a few years ago and Baba taught me how to use the M-16. [ which is not normal for that area, but her dad is a nutty old soldier man. ]

It's the kind of place that scares off anyone who isn't prepared to completely love it there, I guess.

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I'd die. The cold is too much.

( they are a BIG BABY who whines and complains when the temperature drops below 60. )

I understand, though, I think, about these kind of places. The ones you tell people about and they go, are you crazy? The desert is like that. I never live there, but I wanted to.

I'd like to see the desert someday. I think it might be harder for me than the cold, though; with the cold, you can go inside, find heat...there isn't an air conditioning system that works for the middle of the desert, is there?

No. You get used to it. It helps if you dress right for it.

That's true. But all I own are millions of sweaters. [ millions. of sweaters. ok more like 6 sweaters which is a lot to her because her wardrobe is tiny. ]

I complain until she comes home.

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