angry martin is angry
My little Seagate hard drive that continually refuses to mount is being sent back for a full refund… as soon as I get everything off of it and onto my shiny new replacement.
Which is proving to be a feat equal to actually getting the fucker to mount.
As in, it’s a motherfucking pain in my motherfucking ass.
The Seagate is currently mounted using a USB 1.0 port. (It’s a USB 3.0 drive… yep. It was the only way. ) It’s telling me it’s going to take 8 hours to transfer 32.32 GB (and that’s with 3.65 GB of it already transferred).
I wanted to work on the Big Screen (the iMac), because the chair / ergonomics seem to be better for my cranky back than the couch + laptop combination.
I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but everything seems to be running slow, or requires an upgrade.
Or a fucking blow job.
Or maybe some devil worship.
I don’t know.
All I know is that I’ve been at this since 10:30 and the only things I’ve successfully managed to do on this computer are this blog entry and watching an episode of Hannibal.
I don’t know what’s worse than being STABBY! but I’m there.
letter from the polish consulate
“Consulate General of Poland enclosed is returning your application and money order for 40 USD for retrieving a birth certificate of your grandfather due to the face that the village of (MEDWEDOWCE) MEDVEDIVISTI is located in Ukraine district of TERNOPIL not in Poland.
Please contact American consul in Ukraine for assistance in that search for a birth certificate.”
Some interesting facts:
From late 18th century to 1919 wies/village Medwedowce was predominantly a Ruthenian/Ukrainian village with its own Greek Catholic Church. The filial Roman Catholic Church was in Buczacz. Buczacz was both the POWIAT (administrative district /county) and the GMINA (judicial/tax district)
Tarnapolskie wojiwodstwo > Historical Province of Galicia, administered by ethnic Poles for the Austro-Hungarian Empire. In the Interwar Period (1919-1938) this region came under Reconstituted Poland’s domain. Technically Poland had not existed as a geopolitical entity for the previous 125 years. Post World War 2, this region became a part of SSR Ukraine under Soviet domain until 1991, when Ukraine became independent.
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My grandfather was born there in 1914, and the area apparently bounced back and forth between Germany, Austria and Russia. In 1918, it became part of the West Ukrainian People’s Republic.There was a Polish-Ukrainian war and the city remained under Polish control. The Polish army said there would be no peace with the Russians without creating a Ukrainian state. The Soviets and Poles partitioned Ukraine and then Ternopol stayed under Polish control.
Then there’s some crap about the Soviets crashing the border and taking the area back. It was then incorporated into the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic.
THEN, our good buddies the Soviets made it their first priority to destroy the Organization of Ukrainian Nationalists and exterminate its leaders. There were mass arrests, torture, executions - good times.
AND as if that weren’t illuminating enough, in 1941 the Germans continued to kill Jews and sent Ukrainians to Germany as forced labour.
My mother was born in Germany in 1946.
After the Nazis had their asses handed to them, the Polish were deported to a former German territory as part of a Soviet ethnic cleansing of modern day Ukraine.
Since 1991, Ternopil has been a part of independent Ukraine.
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What a fucked up piece of history my grandparents lived through… I with they were alive to tell me their story.
apparently, big hats are di lestrade’s division
I’ve been catching up with CNN’s take on the crap that’s going on in Ukraine.
(Note: I grew up hearing it called / calling it The Ukraine. I read - somewhere - that Ukies don’t like it being called The Ukraine. I’ll try to remember that from here on out.)
The comments on some of the articles are enlightening… and disturbing.
Somewhere, there was a not-so-friendly discussion about monarchies and democracies and other government types. Then, it devolved into an argument over grammar and semantics. By the time they finally circled back to the original topic (Crimea joining Russia), it had gotten all the way to Quebec leaving Canada because they wanted to be ‘More French”. (Not my caps, btw.)
I can’t follow the logic. I want to understand, because some of the commenters were well versed in their history and politics and grammar, but the idiots spouting their opinions made it hard. (For what it’s worth, you could almost tell the ‘muricans simply based on their spelling. And I’m not talking about favour / favor.)
I grew up knowing that I was Ukrainian. My grandparents’ home was filled with things you’d recognise as Ukrainian: the yellow and blue flag, the trident, wooden pysanky... they cooked Ukrainian food, they spoke Ukrainian and so forth.
There was never ever any doubt that I was, I AM, Ukrainian.
I’ve mentioned it before - I wasn’t brought up Ukrainian. My only exposure to it was through my grandparents. My mother ignored who she was in our house. There were a few Ukie things visible, but by and large, we were Americans.
After my father died, I went on this quest to figure out who I was. I decided then that I wanted to learn Russian because I knew a lot of Ukies spoke Russian and it was easier to find someone to teach me.
I was still speaking to my aunt at that point, and I got a very rough version of the family history. Including a chewing out for even THINKING about learning Russian.
I got just enough useful information to search for my grandparents’ social security number applications. I found my mother’s birth certificate.
And then I promptly forgot all about needing to know who I was.
I reconnected with an old friend several years ago who is everything I wanted to be: active in her ethnic community, fluent in the language, et cetera. While the friendship has long since ended (again), she awoke a desire in me to reconnect with my Ukrainian side. I joined the UNWLA’s Boston chapter for a short while. Reached out to the Harvard Ukrainian Research Institute. Bought software and apps to teach myself Ukie.
And then life got in the way and I had other things I needed to focus on.
A year ago, our talks about moving to the UK suddenly took on a life of their own.
Since I can prove European descent, it fell on me to try to get EU citizenship. (Tier two visas aren’t easy to come by.) If I could establish EU citizenship, I could cross borders without a visa and bring him over on a spousal visa.
First came German citizenship, since I have my mother’s German birth certificate.
I dug a little deeper and found immigration documents stating that my grandparents and mother were Polish. (Including the social security documentation.)
As if there were any doubt, but shifting borders and whatnot made it…. interesting.
And here I am.
Tomorrow, I put down the deposit on my Ukrainian lessons.
Tomorrow, I begin the journey to discover what my mother fought so hard to ignore.
Things are about to get interesting.
your daily dose of cumberbatch
I love my job with an amount of passion equal to the amount I hate spiders.
For you playing along at home, that’s a whole metric fuckload and then some.
Thursday and Friday were fucking awesome. I don’t remember the last time I cracked up like that at work. Maybe there was a good day or two at SG way back at the beginning or with D, but I think this may top it.
Our Head Dude of Ticketing (I don’t know his real title) was in our old Group Sales Dude’s cube, going through his desk, looking for… something. I hear, “Hey, are you over there?” Then something comes flying over the cube wall. It’s a packet of mayo. He’s so thoughtful, ain’t he? I laughed so hard, but it kind of hurt when I threw it away. Oh well. I’ll always have my memories:
I didn’t think it could get much better than flying mayo packets, but he topped it yesterday.
He came over to our side of the offices looking for a bucket. Once he procured one, he was running back and forth between the box office and the bubbler trying to fill the bucket. It turns out he’s cleaning the Amazing Pissing Fish Tank in The Skippah’s office. (Seriously. The water level is below the filter thing and sounds like it’s pissing all day. I don’t know how the two men and the poor girl at the Box Office window listen to that all day.)
Finally, he starts looking for a five gallon water bottle. We don’t have any in the admin office, so he had to go down to Ops. He was trying to be all stealthy and stuff and not let anymore know that he was going to use the water to fill the tank.
Our admin called him a shyster and then wondered if that was the right word. A trip to Urban Dictionary confirmed that it wasn’t the right word, so she checked Merriam Webster. It was decided that he really wasn’t a shyster, but that we needed to work the word “pettifogger” into our vocabulary.
I was in tears, man. In. Tears.
I totally love A.
When I’m not bugging him for information and generally pissing him off, he’s pretty awesome.
I’m going to pay for my Ukie lessons today. So! Excited!!!!
The timing is so shitty, given current events, but it’s been a long time coming…
I downloaded Scrivener a long time ago, but I haven’t gotten into it. It’s the lack of iPad and iPhone apps. With Storyist and Dropbox, I can write anywhere on any iOS device. It’s the best thing ever. The only problem is, I can only seem to write at work, on my phone. *sigh*
I suppose I can’t complain. At least I’m writing…
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