Yo elijo donde vivir en Argentina. Definitivamente no quiero vivir en una gran ciudad como Buenos Aires, Córdoba o Rosaria. He vivido toda mi vida en una metrópolis (Moscú, Rusia), por lo que quiero vivir en una casa de campo con una gran parcela y caballos. en el chat ruso de cordoba conocí a un chico que me dijo que hace mucho calor en la provincia de cordoba. Tengo un perro pastor belga, así que me gustaría vivir donde hay alrededor de +25 en verano. ahora quiero explorar la ciudad de El Bolsón (Provincia de Río Negro). Prestaré atención a la calidad: pabellones deportivos, bibliotecas, teatros, vida musical. ¿Qué ciudades al sur de El Bolsón tienen buenas universidades? ¿La vida deportiva (excepto el fútbol, ​​al que soy indiferente)? ¿Vida musical (como Nashville en Texas)?

Ahora vivo en Montenegro (en el sur de Europa) desde hace más de un año. Toda mi vida he vivido en una gran metrópoli: Moscú (Rusia). Y por primera vez en mi vida, vivo en un pequeño pueblo con una población de unos 13.000 habitantes. Esta es la primera vez que vivo en una casa unifamiliar (antes vivía en apartamentos). Y realmente odiaría volver al "agujero de concreto" nuevamente cuando los vecinos viven en tu cabeza. A pesar de la alegría de vivir en un país soleado y junto al mar, quiero irme de Montenegro. En primer lugar, aquí los alojamientos turísticos se parecen más a garajes que a viviendas. Vivir en un garaje de $600 me parece un poco caro. En lugar de un buen café, aquí se preparan “excrementos de ardilla” o “llantas quemadas”. Es decir, no hay café normal en ningún lado (si solo lo pides en una tienda en línea extranjera por correo). Aunque cerca está Italia, donde no hay mal café (al menos en el norte). Y lo más sorprendente es que a los lugareños les gusta su “café”. Alimentos de muy baja calidad y su alto costo. Creo que esto se debe a la organización de clanes de la economía local. Las cuotas de importación se dividen entre los clanes y nadie puede traer algo al país sin el permiso de los clanes. Nada me retiene en este país, por eso quiero venir a Argentina y tener una experiencia personal de la vida en este país.

Već nekoliko mjeseci živim u malom gradu u Crnoj Gori. Po mom mišljenju, ovdje bi mogla biti potražnja za raznim vrstama kafića u vlasništvu Talijana ili Francuza. Međutim, ja ne vidim nijednu od njih. Samo domaća kuhinja. Čini se neobjašnjivim jer su prosječno ljudi u zapadnoj Europi puno bogatiji od lokalnog stanovništva.

Why powerlifting? Until 35 I've never workout in gym. In my teenage I use to swim, play hockey, run and something else. But after school I've stopped exercising. Once, my friend gave me a workout with him as a birthday gift. He use to work as a personal trainer that time. So it was a first time I came to a gym and I liked it. Hi had a chiseled body and I was hoping to be like him. I've started to take personal training in the gym. My weight was 152 pounds. In a few months I came across a book about core exercises as a base for any strength training. So I switched to deadlift, squat and benchpress. The reason for doing only the core exercises is focus. There are no other exercises that can load your body so hard and cause hormonal burst. In some time I had some issue with my chronical vain desease and got to a hospital for surgery. I assumed that I couldn't lift much (but I was wrong) and was thinking about switching to crossfit. Thus, I learned that crossfit has some olympic wightlifting exercises. So I've asked a guy from our church to help me. He was a former champion of the world. He brought me for a workout to a special gym. (to be continue)

Can we imagine how does it feel to be a slave? recently I've re-read a passage in the new testament that i'm as a christian was bought for very high price. i was bought from the slavery of sin. as i understand bible's idea everyone is in slavery but either in slavery of men (including ourselve) or slavery of god. so i've started to recall about my own experience of slavery. it was in russian army 1997-1999. before i was drafted (we have the draft system until now) i've tried to imagine how it would be. but reality was much more cruel that imagination. thus, in my opinion, we can't imaging slavery until we have the relevant experience. the sociologists call it society with obligatory membership (don't know the exact term in english). it means you can't leave the community as you do it leaving a job. you can't exit from a prison. in this kind of societies (at least in russia with its poor human rights situation) you don't belong yourselve. all your mail is read by the officials. you don't have any (literaly) free time. even if it written in the code of military service it violated by officers and sergeants. whole system in units where i was layed on enforcement. often physical beating. almost everyone was beaten on the regular basis. that sometimes provoked suicides. if i'm not confusing, almost every 8 hours in russian army (in peace time) one soldier dies and many get injured.

What surprise in New York Recently I've traveled to New York for the second time and was surprised by hotels' hidden fees and quality of coffee. I live in Moscow (Russia) and love coffee. We have quite young coffee culture in Russia. For some reasons there was just instant coffee from India in the USSR. I assume because of poorness of the general population. So before 2014 I enjoyed diversity and quality of ground beans in coffee shops. But after Putin started his suicidal political enterprises in Ukraine (invaded Creamea, and attack Donbass) the rate of our domestic currency (RUB) dropped significantly. Then instead of good coffee beans I've started to encounter with bad ones. Even in fancy cafe like Coffeemania I didn't enjoy coffee any more. So I was hoping that in New York I'll see fabulous coffee culture. But what I saw? Starbacks with it poor beans was everywhere. Even if I've tried to search for some speciality coffee shops in Soho I failed.

Writing as a practice (“Writing Down the Bones” book) Perhaps, a year ago I came across "The Artist's Way" (a book by Julia Cameron) and I've discovered 'the morning pages' practice. Later I've read about practicing that ritual in "Tools of Titans" (by Tim Ferris). Recently I've read about the same approach to form a writing habit in “Writing Down the Bones” by Natalie Goldberg. So I've started to begin my day with that ritual for 15 minutes. I use hourglass for this. Some quotes from the book: “My rule is to finish a notebook a month. My ideal is to write every day. You may time yourself for the minutes… You must commit yourself to it and for that full period: - Keep your hand moving (don’t pause) - Don’t cross out, - Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, grammar. - Lose control. - Don’t think. Don’t get logical. - Go for the jugular (dive right into scary or naked) Metaphor for that practice - like a dancer who does warm-ups before dancing. Some people can’t just walk on a treadmill for 15 minutes. They trying to make themselves busy. I think that most natural way of practicing writing is to see it as a play. Like juggling. There ase no productivity like the number of balls per minute and so on. But certain rules like no drops of a ball. You can’t just come to the gym and lift a barbell twice of our wight heavy. You should have some history of visiting gym regularly and learning the ropes of technique. “I believed in the proccess” “I see as I progress through the notebooks that this kind of writing gave you who you are. It’s a verification of being human”

Facebook gives away my right for ignorance So I've banned Facebook and Twitter for 2 weeks (until May 6). I've deleted Facebook from my mobile phone (I hadn't have Twitter app). But what 'gives away my right for ignorance' means exactly? I'm getting sad if I see peoples tragedies but can't help. One of my buddies wrote that his best friend pass away. And mentioned that his ex-wife had gone with their 3 children. I was very compassionate about the parting but he wasn't interested in talking with me on this topic. So, now I feel like I have to help him someway. At least send the voice message with some sympathetic words. But I know that it is very likely that he wouldn't appreciate that gesture from me. Thence, I'm thinking why do I have to see this sad experiences and feel stressed?

What gives us a better experience of a city? As urban citizens the most of us can’t make air or water in our city cleaner, we can’t make thousands of cars less noisy by writing a petition to the mayor. So what we can do? We can make some changes in our lives by participating in some cultural projects and expanding our social network in the neighbourhood. Firstly, make sure that we know about some available opportunities that already exist. Local libraries often serve as a navigators for local culture. Communities of practice in fitness (crossfit, powerlifting, runners…), in music (local bands, music teachers/schools…) Churches and their side activities. We can participate in some volunteer projects. So there are some viable ways of improving the urban experience in my opinion.