I called and talked to Vicky today and made her say some stuff to me in Russian. I remember back when we worked in the same office together; from time to time I’d hear her talking to her mom or someone on the phone and she’d dive right into the Russian (with some English words thrown in once in a while for good measure). At first I didn’t pay that much attention to it, but when you work with someone closely for years, you begin to either hate these kinds of things, or love them. It quickly grew on me to the point where I really loved listening to it. I don’t know if I ever really told her at the time, but listening to her I realized that Russian is a sexy, rhythmic language with a beautiful cadence to it and I’ve found it soothing to drink in the sound. I didn’t understand what was being said, but it really doesn’t matter. It’s like complex symphony.

We talked for a while and shared some stories about what’s been going on in our lives; how everyone is doing. She sent me some pictures of the kids, who are of course growing up fast. We talked about the past too. We were both happy to be talking on the phone again. We IM each other from time to time, but hearing a good friend’s voice is a totally different thing. You hear the compassion, joy, and sometimes anger in their words which are powerful eloquents lost to the digital age. She needed to go help her daughter with her homework, so we ended our call and I promised to call a lot more often. And I will.

On another note, my friend Will has been doing some cool work for G4TV lately, shooting short comedy sketches. He’s done a faux commercial, was a new user in X-Box Live orientation, and just appeared last night as Dr. Will, analyzing the symptoms of those who purchase Grand Theft Auto. It’s really great to see him on the little screen, as I feel badly I didn’t get a chance to get to a screening of The Air I Breathe, which was showing in Orlando recently.

So, that’s pretty much it. I’m really wiped out tonight. I’ve been brain-dead all day as I’ve been up to the wee hours of the morning the last few nights doing work for the office. I think I’ll be able to get back on track tonight tho. I really need to get my life straightened out again and get feeling well.

Sick Thought of the Day: Pinch, wipe, slip. Brown finger.