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What is your specialty? Where did you study, where did you work? Where do you work now?
There is a wide variety of people in their specialty. He studied at the Pedagogical Institute (as a teacher of Russian language and literature). Today I work for the largest media monitoring agency "VPS".
Programmer, MIPT, large provider, etc.
Philologist, Moscow State University, Internet company
I am a young student at the St. Petersburg Theater Academy.
Artist-musician.
1. Network engineer. 2. RSUH. 3. I won’t tell.
Physicist. It remained that way.
Doctor, at medical school. A doctor. At the medical school.
Communications engineer. Now a webmaster.
Cinematographer.
Mathematician-programmer.
I've been everything... Now I'm testing programs.
Programmer. Studied in Karaganda (University) and Karlsruhe (Berufsakademie). Now I work near Karlsruhe in a Softwarehouse.
His specialty is historian. Studied at the Russian State University for the Humanities. Worked for an American company involved in academic exchange issues. Now I work as a translator.
The first specialty on the diploma is a physics engineer (actually a programmer), the second (now) is a marketer (second higher education). He studied the first specialty at the St. Petersburg Polytechnic Institute, the second - at RIMA courses (Plekhanovka diploma). He worked everywhere - from large government agencies to private companies, incl. own. Now I work as a marketer at Polikom Pro (St. Petersburg).
Programmer, studied at the Kazan State University, worked first in “mailboxes”, then everywhere. Now I'm enjoying being idle.
I am a linguist by training. Studied at the Faculty of Theoretical and Applied Linguistics of the Russian State University for the Humanities. Currently in graduate school at the Institute of Oriental Studies of the Russian Academy of Sciences.
How old are you?
36.
26.
24.
27.
17.
After 30.
20.
25.
49.
35.
29.
29.
37.
48.
23.
22.
54.
A lot.
How much will you give?
What country are you from and why?
Native, Russia.
About two families: Uzbekistan and Russia.
Russia, behind the closet.
Russian.
Russia. Does God know?!
Yes, I just came in for some tea... And, of course, from Russia.
The country is Russian, although some people advise leaving.
Didn't understand. I was born and live in Moscow, Russia.
I'm from Russia, but actually for cosmopolitanism.
Citizen of the former USSR, originally from Kazakhstan, now living in Russia.
Strong question! What country am I? Probably Russia, just not the one in which I have lived all my life, but the other one - the one with worldview and not geography
This one, just like that.
We are the countries of Mother Russia. For what? Who knows.
Germany, this is the mood.
I am originally from the USSR. The current name of the country begins with "U" and ends with "s". Alas.
USA. Behind it. Loving Living.
Germany. And then, what I'm interested in...
List the cities in which you have lived. And select three epithets or definitions for each that characterize your attitude towards them. Such a mini-bio-geography.
Pushkino is the best, Moscow is worse, Moscow, Vykhino are bad.
Fergana is paradise, Moscow is an ass.
Tula region: province, poverty, no identity, all vegetable gardens. Kaluga is a pleasant and relaxed city, it seems to be big, and no one tramples on your feet. Moscow - a lot of friends, dirt, rudeness, a lot of cops, winter - just unbearable.
Moscow is my dear, St. Petersburg is my beloved, Yalta is where I miss.
Moscow is a mess, St. Petersburg is also a mess, but humid.
Odessa - ironic, condescending, bazaar; Minsk - kind, calm, playful; Tuapse is green, bright, strong.
Moscow - everything would be fine, if not... Kobuleti - hmm... I don’t remember... Memphis - relaxation on the Mississippi... Lexington - silence in the mountains...
I lived and live in the suburbs of St. Petersburg. I have been to many places - from Kamchatka to Stockholm. Epithets are in guidebooks.
Novosibirsk is an academic town, forested, small, cute; Kustanai is dear, old, dying, everything is withering there in Kazakhstan.
Moscow is bedlam, architectural bad taste, a vacuum cleaner of Russian mediocrities and talents. Paris - sophistication, mountains of garbage, artists. Berlin - the fight against the shameful past, burgherism in everything, ranking. Tbilisi is a sea of charm and aromas.
Ufa is native, Yerevan is original, Rostov is warm.
Kazan is the birthplace of Chaliapin, Soviet Harlem, “everything is mine.” St. Petersburg is a swampy city for pretentious buildings, and not for the people who (people) live there not thanks to, but in spite of, which is amazing. Further, in equal measure - Paris, Toronto, Auckland, then - everywhere. Epithets: Oh! A! Uh-uh-uh...
How long is it to live? I think that I have the right to name only Moscow, because I was in all other cities for less than a month each time. Incomprehensible, native, loamy.
I lived and live in St. Petersburg, which used to be called Leningrad, and it was somehow embarrassing to say it out loud, but now - St. Petersburg, which is also inconvenient to say, it’s like you’re posing as a foreigner... Peter, how to say, is a dream Russia about the West. Living in a dream is difficult, but interesting, sometimes scary, sometimes you begin to understand that this is a dream, someday you will definitely wake up...
Karaganda is steppe, dear and mine. Pforzheim is not steppe and not native, and not mine. Bretten - you can live.
Solnechnogorsk: 1.5 hours drive from Moscow, and it’s like another planet - life at the speed of a diver moving along the deep bottom. Moscow: there is so much in this sound... Santa Clara, California: a village with the rhythm of life of a big city.
Kharkov - pipe, fence, metro. Bendery - it's warm and apples are growing. Odessa - it’s even warmer and apples are growing, but an evil guy with a mustache, a hostel, dust, and the sea are stopping them from picking them. Freiberg (GDR) - good, sickeningly good.
Moscow - fakincity.
St. Petersburg is perverted, blue, dooming. New York is a city of energy, absurdity, and non-Russian. Boston is grey, boring, sad.
What is your political creed?
Nobody dares hit me in the face.
Informal.
Independence.
Cosmopolitan.
The quote comes to mind. I can’t vouch for the literalness, but “the largest portrait of a leader should not exceed the size of a postage stamp” (BBN).
I don’t find this in myself.
Anti (anti-adviser).
Unreal monarchist.
I don't like politicians.
Never!
Who do you consider the most influential person in Runet (well, besides yourself, of course)?
Is there anyone else there (in RuNet)?! Strange, I never thought about it. Banana boy, probably.
Collective unconscious. The phrases “Artemy Lebedev” and “Moshkov’s library” are familiar.
Of course, I don’t consider myself, I don’t want there to be influential personalities in it, although there are some. I love many people in it and enjoy communicating with them.
A. Lebedeva.
Spout
Pavlovsky.
You say that, and then it turns out that it’s not him. Probably some secret world government with a branch in Russia. Well, Pavlovsky, of course...
Gleb Pavlovsky.
Well, not Pavlovsky!
I only know three big guys. Let's call Gelman... Which, of course, is hardly true.
My daughter.
Not in the know. And I'm not interested.
I just don’t consider myself. The nose is cute. In terms of clearing one's mind about what a network is, Esther Dyson's book was very influential. Well, you understand what we’re talking about... That is, it’s not that nothing was completely clear before it, but “a thought, if it is a thought, penetrates the head immediately, as if there was a place prepared for it” ( A.B.).
Now? I won’t name it right away. Let there be a virtual Mary Shelley. I respect many (Kuznetsov, Kuritsyn, Leibov, Lekha Andreev, Gorny, Nosik, Kuler, Dmitry Zavalishin) - those whom I read, but with “influence” it’s bad.
Influential - what does it mean? Who influences me? Then, of course, Ilya Ovchinnikov and Roman Leibov.
Gorny! In any case, for me, as for part of the Runet.
Influential - no one.
How did you end up on the Internet?
Through FIDO. 1992
I really liked the site that was once hosted on stack, it seems, with supermodels. ...And it all started for me with a 2400 modem and text mail at that time, that is, very late if you look at it in historical terms.
I live here.
It got delayed.
Out of curiosity.
Vadim Denisov led me by the hand.
How did the writers of the questions end up on this earth?! When she found out, she dived. I still can’t come up.
By accident, probably thanks to Soros and my parents. Our campus at NSU is internetized.
Since school I dreamed of being a programmer.
He walked, slipped, fell... fell again... and fell again... and so on for five years in a row...
He walked and walked and found it.
At work.
Wandered in one day. On Yahoo! . Then it turned out that the network also exists in Russian...
Accidentally.
Specially.
Dad gave me a modem.
How many people have you met since you entered the Runet?
No.
Yes.
No, but I got to know many of them again.
With 3 lovers and many many.
Yes, with two.
Contacts happen... And not only on the RuNet. I even had the opportunity to communicate with some of them offline after that. You come across nice people more often than on the street. Apparently, due to the careful selection of places.
I don't find any special spaces. The Internet, especially the Runet, is generally a “room” thing, that is, like “Dum” or “Quake”, if you try to understand it as a landscape.
Yes. With about a hundred or two, both in person and in absentia, by correspondence.
Yes, with very many, but, unfortunately, “a select few.”
There are 1377 addresses in the "Address Book". But I’m too lazy to count how many of them I knew before.
With one. But believe me, there was so much of it!
15 people in real life, 100 in virtual.
Where would you like to live?
Anywhere, but die under the Italian sky.
In a good climate near the sea (warm).
In different places.
Where it's always warm.
Definitely not in a large (multi-story) house, I prefer something standing on the ground, maximum two-story. The location doesn't matter.
Here, just a little higher in the mountains. The village of Silikonovka is a very pleasant place to live.
Where it's warm.
In Ireland.
At home.
The first impulse to answer is nowhere. And so, Moscow suits me. And living conditions too.
Everywhere. So I live everywhere little by little.
Like Josephus, I want to become a citizen of the world.
There is no such place anymore...
I live there; in the world that I create for myself with my friends. It's called escapism. And I was there long before the advent of the Internet. But the Internet helps, of course.
Is this life?
The last site that amazed you?..
Unpleasant - www.u2.com.
http://www.ibm.com/support.
http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/.
"Grani.Ru". I've never met a dumber person.
Someone's home page. I thought they didn't make things like that anymore.
Something patriotic.
Constantly hits Yahoo . The way it develops. And also - the thick plasticine mouse in the "bath" site of Theme was remembered. Although that was a long time ago...
strana.ru - You don’t ask how you hit...
"Stervy".
dedmorozki.
www.postart.ru.
www.theunderdogs.org.
Are there people in the Russian sector of the Internet who should have monuments erected during their lifetime? At least virtual ones. Who are they?
Eat. Let them take a step forward themselves.
Do not know.
Lebedev - for the fact that not a single conversation about Runet is complete without mentioning him. Exler - for fertility and efficiency. Werner - for a good deed. Moshkov - for his contribution to literature. Nosik - for being a veteran.
It should be virtual - for example, Paravozov or Shelley. You just have to tense up and forget their reality.
You know it yourself.
Maxim Moshkov.
Artemy Lebedev.
Nastic Gryzunova.
Gleb Pavlovsky.
Werner.
Cryo (www.cryo.hotmail.ru).
May Ivanovich Mukhin. Mitya Manin. Leibov could do it. And also to Anton N. And in order of shocking - Verbitsky and Pirogov.
Only after death.
Please name three discoveries and three disappointments in Runet 2000. And on Internet 2000 in general.
It's almost like "name your favorite writer." Yes, I love literature.
"Pole.Ru" is a find and a disappointment. Another disappointment is the cloned news (and just portals)... There is some kind of mania to create portals... And how disappointing is the gradual oppression of the Runet, with a further slide towards an ever worsening average taste. But there are few finds. If they appear, they are immediately replicated and they move from finds into the category of consumer goods.
Findings:
www.postart.ru.
russ.ru.
www.zapfa.boom.ru.
Yandex.
"Hammer".
"Afisha.Ru".
russ.ru.
www.kawkaz.org.
www.aum-shinrikyo.com.
www.dialpad.com.
akunin.ru (downloaded the novel) and medical sites.
1. "Radionet"; I got a sound card in the fall and I downloaded all twenty-odd episodes at once, listened to something; it was interesting. 2. At the same time, I listened to Psoy Korolenko, who is very beloved at Russ.Ru; he is completely unknown in our province. Oh I remembered the third network find - Arkan Kariv "Translator". (http://www.lib.ru/NEWPROZA/KARIV/translator.txt).
Moshkov Library, Nezavisimaya Gazeta, Zavtra newspaper.
Disappointments:
"Pole.Ru".
"Review.Ru".
New "Vesti.Ru".
www.teneta.ru.
"Strana.Ru".
Rambler.
FEP.
All sites about cinema. konoizm.ru, mirkino.ru. Shit!
russ.ru.
Perhaps Lekha Andreev, who did not find himself after the closure of Vesti. It is very difficult to beat TOK. Vaughn R. Leibov, could not revive the “Unlimited Exile”.
Have you ever gone to chat rooms? Did you like it there? Tell me how it was?
Chats are all stupid. I hate chats. I don't understand how to say it. My brain is spinning from the abundance of all sorts of words. ICQ is much more convenient. Chats are disgusting.
Yes. At first, my ears burned terribly, my fingers trembled, and my tongue limped. Then it became simply a means to communicate or learn something. And icq came to everything.
Yes, nonsense.
I went three times in hope, but each time I was disappointed.
Walked. Did not like.
I tried smoking in first grade. Did not like. I'm surprised how so many people spend so much time there.
I tried to squeeze in advice to the writer Marinina to find a professional art editor. It didn't work out for technical reasons.
Chat rooms are definitely not my space. Of course, we can say that a slightly drunk conversation at the table looks about the same. But that’s not why I go online. It wasn't interesting.
Yeah. Not so much. After I learned to type quickly, it became like my monologue. I am silent about the fact that more than half of the time in the chat is taken up by greetings and farewells, but all other conversations are quite trivial. “ICQ” was interesting at first, but now it’s just an additional means of communication with real friends. Eh, there used to be even such a sport - getting a photo of a girl you know from ICQ; it seems that a thirty-minute conversation was enough for this. Then it became boring, I tried to add variety, I was, it seems to me, one of the inventors of speaking on ICQ in poetry, in a couple of weeks I formed a kind of standard set of several dozen poems. Greetings, farewells, demands for photographs (yes! yes!) - there was a very non-trivial line-up. And also within a couple of months disappointment set in. I can predict with 95% probability how the conversation will develop and in half an hour it will inevitably reach a dead end.
I went a couple of times. It is impossible to communicate in a crowd, not even in a crowd, but with a crowd. Chats are good, like in ICQ, when you chat with your party. No, I didn't go. There is someone to talk to, but there is no one to communicate with.
I walked in, my eyes immediately lit up, I tried to move in, what’s the conversation about? I realized that this was not a conversation, but a bazaar, and left. My eyes hurt for a long time afterwards.
Why don't you like the Internet?
The Internet is too ordinary a thing to feel such strong emotions about it. It just exists, sometimes I read something, I like to consult Yandex, but how can you not love it, thank you.
He's not a woman. How can you love him...
Did I say that I don’t love him? This is already part of life. Why don't I like movies?
The possibility of catching a computer virus, which scares me as a system administrator.
For its high cost.
For wasting time.
For trash.
For commerce.
For all.
For exlers.
For speed. For being informative. For virtuality. That's why I love it, by the way.
For my drug addiction and for its superficiality.
Why not love him?
I love you for everything. No, I remembered - I don’t like it because it is not yet available to all good people.
How do you manage to be so talented?
Working.
Well, because I'm a genius. I have a new consciousness. And new consciousnesses do not need to succeed.
I didn't think about it.
I take my example from you.
I just don't stop.
I work a lot on myself and others.
They say it's innate...
I read a lot.
No way - I’m not talented (he said and blushed).
Only many years of training allow me to hide it. I accumulated talent in myself, like a slave, squeezed out drop by drop from the outside world, successfully hid it from friends and relatives, I will try not to disappoint your flattering assessments and continue to talentedly play mediocrity.
Is it possible to change the world around us with the help of magic?
Yes, on the Copperfield show we all become a little children, which is pleasant and useful. As for the rest, it’s unlikely.
Of course, but it’s better to start with yourself.
Unfortunately, it is possible.
And he constantly changes with the help of magic. It's just that not everyone considers it magic.
Tufta.
I'm afraid no one will see the results...
Ask the magicians.
What's the point?
Better not. Otherwise the world will get angry and change everything itself. He has much, much more of this magic.
Surrounding me - yes. And you - have you tried it?
Who is your favorite writer?
Shamshad Abdullaev.
Cocteau.
“Kys” amused me.
Bukowski
A. Bitov.
Raymond Chandler (if you know who that is).
Marquez and... okay, let it be only Marquez, although this is unfair. But the latter is not a criterion for subjectivity.
V. Pelevin.
Well, here we are. Usually whoever I'm reading these days. Otherwise I wouldn't have read it. I won’t say whose books I took with me across the ocean. However, the same ones that you would carry.
I admire Pushkin, but he is not a writer whom I would reread several times a year. You will always get tired of eating honey.
Wilbur Smith.
Nikolay Gogol.
Herman Melville.
Nabokov.
Hm. Poet - Brodsky. It’s harder with prose writers, there are more of them. Okay, I came up with an idea, let it be Sasha Sokolov from the time of “School for Fools”.
Dostoevsky, Evelyn Waugh, Dickens, Thomas Mann... And naturally, ME!
It's like asking an artist what's your favorite color?
What do you think will come of all this in ten years? More details please. And then, if we live, we’ll laugh together.
Of what? Let's laugh now.
For forecasts, go to politicians and astrologers, they are the masters. Nothing much will work out. Modifications, idioadaptations...
Nothing has changed, by and large, for 1000 years. There is nothing to laugh at.
Everything will be cool, like in a cheap dystopia, no, that’s in a hundred years, but in 10 years, nothing special.
A universal communication tool that combines telephony, television, etc.
Increased radiation. Cough cough...
What is "all this"? Runet? I have no idea. There will be a lot of money and fewer outlets. It’s difficult to be specific.
In 10 years, the Internet will become like a pen, so you can write, read, listen and watch with it.
Nothing good will definitely come of it, but we will laugh even before that, too.
We will enter a difficult war on the side of Iraq, Korea (North) and Cuba. We will be conquered. Then the ruble will turn green. We will be given computers the size of a grain of rice as incentive bonuses, everyone will read Fahrenheit 401 like a catechism, paper media and literature will remain only in museums. There will be no Putin. And even Sergei Mikhalkov will not exist (and now we think that he will be forever), we will adopt 10 more constitutions, two anthems. The capital will be moved to St. Petersburg, its previous name Leningrad will be returned, and then renamed again to St. Petersburg. Gleb Pavlovsky will try to hang himself with his own white socks, which he wore at one of the “Voices of the People”, but the socks will tear due to disrepair, and he will remain alive. Gusinsky will put Voloshin in Butyrka, and Berezovsky will convert to Mohammedanism, Anton Nosik will buy up all the shares of all providers... Svanidze will lose his voice, and he will broadcast on a channel for the deaf and dumb. And finally, they will stop printing me and even publishing me in electronic libraries, I will become impoverished, and I will stand at my native synagogue to ask for a green penny. Filming will stop, video equipment will fit on the palm of your hand. And generally speaking! Everything will be very wonderful!
Others will laugh.
Of all what? From the world - nothing new will come of it; it has not managed to really change over the past 2000 years. From Runet you will get the Internet, as it is now in the West, that is, a hybrid of a means of communication, a kiosk near the metro and the very bad taste of the mass media. Unfortunately, Runet projects are becoming less and less bright, more and more pragmatic... I’m very afraid that RZh will die due to its impracticality, and even more so - that instead of RZh, some kind of turd from Unity (itself in 10 years) may appear on the “Russ” domain There won’t be many years for sure, but poop’s place is never empty)...
Absolutely nothing. Phone... TV... no one notices...
It will be the same, only much worse.
Just what? Same thing. What will happen to the garbage heap in 10 years?
And in ten years, son, people will stop riding in horse-drawn carts and will get into stinking and rattling ones that will drive themselves... And mail will be sent not with pigeons, but by wires... And what is happening far away in the world , you will be able to see, like in a small mirror, at home...
Please tell us the strangest story from your life.
Born into the world.
I can not. Hurt.
The strangest thing is that I am in this world at all. I look out the window, and there are the antipodes and the island of Uyakiki on the horizon.
This morning I discovered that some of the keys were missing from the ring - as if part of life...
I met a decent person on the Internet and didn’t call him.
I rewatched science fiction during the holidays.
My life is a continuous chain of strange stories.
The strangest thing was after a year and a half of close communication with the Internet, after all this hectic life and trying everything, after deep disappointment with the Internet, ICQ and other online baubles, when it seemed that there would be nothing interesting on the Internet, an Internet romance with my neighbor block, the girl living in the room opposite, she was leaving for Moscow for the summer, and this departure came at the peak of our closeness. It was a novel in emails, behind the lines of letters and ICQ messages there were real feelings, it was mind blowing. By the way, both of us at that moment were under the impression of letters from “Blue Salo” and even used all sorts of “Ning Hao” there.
There were nasty things, vulgarities, meanness, but there were no strange things. However, our whole life is a complete strangeness, so why not tell it from Adam?!
In Druskinikai, an unknown woman approaches me and addresses me as if I were an old acquaintance. When I convinced her that she was mistaken, the answer came that we should not meet with that person.
It's wonderful, but long.
Everything is bullshit.
She is not one of mine, but she once made me think about time. You remember it too: the uncle saw a movie where his mother was pregnant with him; in the interiors that are familiar to him, there is already a stroller, people he knows are walking, but he is not there yet. And I realized that one day it would all be like this, but he would no longer be there.
A lot of them. Although what is stranger is that in the center of Russia you are mistaken for an American spy, or that in America you are mistaken for a Russian. The cops of both countries are surprisingly similar to each other...
What's your favorite joke?
Two Uzbeks meet. One says: “Ismail, did you hear that the Russians flew into space.” - "All?!!" - “No, two...” - “Oh, your mother!..”
A man and an aunt are sitting next to each other on a bus. The man asks to hand over the ticket. Aunt: "What's the magic word?" Man: "Crible Crabble Booms!"
“Doctor, tell me, will I live?” - “What’s the point?..”
A passerby asks a drug addict: “Please tell me how to find Lenin Square?” - “How? It’s very simple! You need to multiply the length of Lenin by the width of Lenin.”
Once upon a time this one caused laughter: “The Soviet Union was swept by a wave of sex. Even the shelves in the stores are bare.” And so little time has passed, but already it’s as if from another life.
A blonde walks into the library and asks: “I’d like two sandwiches and coffee, please.” They pull her back: “Girl, this is a library!” Blonde (frightenedly covering her mouth with her hand, whispering): “Oh, excuse me, please! I’ll have two sandwiches and coffee!”
A man is being tried for serial murders of old women. Prosecutor: “Defendant, you killed old women and robbed them. You took 10 kopecks from the last old woman killed. This is a grave crime! And the result? Where is the logic?” Defendant: “Like where? The logic is simple: 10 old ladies - a ruble...”
And I reserved this column for New Year’s wishes:
RJ, don’t die any longer, dear ones!
Happy New Year to everyone. The past year has been quite difficult. I wish everyone that the next one (at least) will be better.
Health and existence to everyone!
Health and free time. (Money won't hurt either...)
Just everything! Live and thrive!
And so that's it! Hooray!
Everything will be fine.
I wish all the best. Health and happiness to you and your loved ones. What did you want to hear? Just banal!
So that life flows lovingly.
I would like to wish everyone health and cheerfulness in the New Year! Not just joys in life, but precisely this state of mind when life makes you happy. When the glass is half full, not half empty.
So that you do not overeat and do not starve, so that you do not stumble and do not fly too high, so that you are never tempted by denunciation and sing the hosannas of power, so that you do not sycophant and do not humiliate anyone. May you be healthy, fertile and rich! Lechaim!
I will refrain.