Lana V Lynx
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Avid reader and occasional writer of satire and short fiction. For my own sanity and security, I write under a pen name. My books: Moscow Calling - 2017 and President & Psychiatrist
@lanalynx.bsky.social
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Don't Look Up - Movie Review
I watched the new Netflix movie on Christmas Day and it wouldn’t let me go. Everything in the movie alludes to the four years we survived with Trump and some of the allusions are indeed too fresh and too close to home. But something tells me that if Trump watched it he’d think that Meryl Streep is playing Hillary Clinton, not him, just because she is a woman president. Even the reference that the president’s son is her Chief of Staff (played by Jonah Hill with a clear allusion to Ivanka, especially with his improvisation of sexual tension between the mother and son) would go over his head because Trump has normalized it.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Geeks
Power of JLL Power Pro Juicer
Years ago, I believe around 2006, I bought a Jack LaLanne (JLL) Power Pro Juicer. It served me very well for a looooong time, until about a couple of years ago when in the move the only crucial plastic part in it (the juicer is mostly stainless steel, lasts forever) snapped and broke into two. The part secures the mesh filter, which means the juicer cannot work without it. It is also located on the base motor and impossible to replace, so my juicer is just standing there on the kitchen counter crippled, reminding me of its former glory.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Feast
Moscow's Calling - 4
The following conversation took place on Dec.23, 2021, after Putin performed his annual 3.5-hour TV show of a live conference call with citizens and journalists where he answered a total of 44 questions. For his own memorable performance, Trump gave an interview to Candace Owens.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
What Could Have Been
This story is based on true events. Names of participants are changed to protect their identity. ***** In mid 1990s, Tatiana, a smart and attractive young woman from Ukraine (a classical “Slavic” beauty, as many would describe her), was a graduate student at a Midwestern American university. In one of her MBA classes, she met a fellow graduate student Terrell, who looked very much like Denzel Washington. She liked him at first sight. They worked together on a couple of group projects, and Tatiana liked him even more for his smarts. She was admiring and longing for him, suffering in silence for about two months, and then confided in her Indian friend, a fellow graduate student.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Humans
Boomerang of Happiness - 19
In about a week after Anna started working, Colonel Grushevsky came to visit Alex at the station in the afternoon and said almost immediately after the greeting, as if he needed to unload this off his shoulders, “I’m sorry, Alex, but I’ll have to let Anna go.”
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Never Healed
When I was 15 and my sister - 12, my step-father, a kindest man with a huge heart but exhausted will to fight his alcoholism addiction, hung himself in our bathtub. Two days before my mom’s birthday, one day after his own. My mother was working that day, and thought he was just sleeping off his hangover after celebrating with his buddies. She started to worry when he did not answer the phone or knocks on the door and left the key in the lock turned from the inside so that no one could open it from the outside. One of our male neighbors found him by climbing a tree to our 2nd floor apartment’s balcony. My step-father used my sister's jumping rope, hindging it on a clothesline hook. Neither me nor my sister were allowed to see him in all the commotion of removing the body when we came home from the infamous Soviet subbotniks (Saturday community clean-up days). That’s how I’ll always remember it happened on a Saturday. My mom did not allow us to go to his funeral either.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Confessions
Mirror
I’m standing in front of a mirror giving myself a pep talk, working up my confidence. With almost 25 years of teaching under my belt, I only have to do it occasionally, for important research presentations or teaching a class where a colleague will be sitting in for a peer evaluation.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Horror
Boomerang of Happiness - 18
A week later, Anna reported for the first day of work as an accountant for the Border Guards. She produced a mixed first impression: While looking through the books to familiarize herself with the specifics, Anna found several significant mistakes and discrepancies, which both upset and impressed the chief accountant. Upset because the newcomer was so quick to pick up on her younger associates’ sloppiness and impressed because they had time to correct everything before the audit looming in two days.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 17
The job prospect for Anna was by no means a happy coincidence. Colonel Grushevsky, even being on a solid border guard career path, was a tech nerd. He was interested in all new technologies, including computers and robotics. When he’d found out about Alex and his new project, Grushevsky made every effort to learn about it as much as possible. He arranged for Alex and Anna to get the apartment in the Border Guard housing and made sure everything was ready for them.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
Boomerang of Happiness - 16
Anna honestly tried her hand at home making. Since her mother never taught her any house-keeping skills, Anna tried to simply replicate what her mother did around the apartment: cleaning, keeping things in places, and decorating with little nick-nacks. However, because she was neither invested nor really interested in this, everything Anna did was half-hazard and slipshod. Even when things were in their places, the apartment did not look orderly or well-organized. When Anna swept the floors (vacuum cleaners were a prohibitive luxury in the Soviet Union, especially for a young couple), she simply swept everything under the rugs and never washed the floors. The dishes she washed were as greasy and slippery as if they were never washed, just rinsed off sloppily. Whenever she decided to do laundry after they nearly ran out of everything they had clean, Anna would wash laundry by hand and then spread it for drying right in the apartment on chair backs, doors and other surfaces on which she could hang things. Alex was mostly oblivious to this, for him it was important that Anna was doing at least something. He tried not to argue with her about anything, especially because she continued complaining about everything.
By Lana V Lynx4 years ago in Fiction
