A disgruntled, humorless Zionist caught in the throes of a gender dysphoria and a fleeting literary career.
When bitterness exceeds boredeom...
by Albert Miaskovsky August 27, 2004
A person who assembles a packed lunch of hard boiled eggs, tomatoes, salted herring, and tea in a thermos, all of which are to be unwrapped in a public place atop a copy of PRAVDA and devoured noisily, preferably while in ones yellowing undergarments, to a combination of anti-semitic palaver, garbled recordings of Igor Sklyar emanating from a rusted red Lada parked by the artificial river, and the putrid smoke of Prima and Belomor-Krai.
Also:
1. A profound and tangled philosophy concerning the soviet hoi polloi and its industrialized, tractor-crushed soul.
2. One of the faceless masses residing in the USSR or CIS:
- The vendor in the local meat or bread store with her excessive make up, flamboyant shoes, and a heart full of pure hatred.
- The burly old men in hats and arms behind their backs pausing to argue about anti-semitic conspiracy politics and the football match, in angered tones.
- The woman who cuts into a 3-mile long line for imported Czechoslovakian boots, knowing that she will incite a loud, violent riot, while claiming her actions were still somehow fair.
2. A state of being wherein an objective reality based on complete absurdity and idiocy triumphs.
3. Soviet trash
4. The modern Soviet expatriate residing in Brooklyn, New York.
5. whimit
Also:
1. A profound and tangled philosophy concerning the soviet hoi polloi and its industrialized, tractor-crushed soul.
2. One of the faceless masses residing in the USSR or CIS:
- The vendor in the local meat or bread store with her excessive make up, flamboyant shoes, and a heart full of pure hatred.
- The burly old men in hats and arms behind their backs pausing to argue about anti-semitic conspiracy politics and the football match, in angered tones.
- The woman who cuts into a 3-mile long line for imported Czechoslovakian boots, knowing that she will incite a loud, violent riot, while claiming her actions were still somehow fair.
2. A state of being wherein an objective reality based on complete absurdity and idiocy triumphs.
3. Soviet trash
4. The modern Soviet expatriate residing in Brooklyn, New York.
5. whimit
by Albert Miaskovsky March 12, 2004
Not only a sense of listlessness, lassitude, debility, torpor, ennui, and/or melancholy, but also a way of life wherein much time is spent lying around smoking opium, listenint to peaceful, hypnotizing music and making slow, passionate love amidst whisps of bluish smoke, while the night outside is damp, warm, and ineffably still.
by Albert Miaskovsky May 05, 2004
by Albert Miaskovsky March 29, 2005
1. A community on the western edge of Queens in New York City, notorious for its Arab and Greek population, pretentious, low-quality eating establishments, and dirty, overcrowded and overpriced cafes where the youth gathers nightly to drink their lives away.
2. A Medievalesque town in western Queens which lacks only the proverbial walled fortress to complete its backwards image.
2. A Medievalesque town in western Queens which lacks only the proverbial walled fortress to complete its backwards image.
Venturing out into the city would mean encountering new and interesting people. So instead, let's all go down to Astoria and chill in Remy and Athens...
by Albert Miaskovsky May 05, 2004
A variety show popular in Paris and environs from the about 1870s to the 1920s immortalized by the lavish and erotic for their time outfits of the female dancers, which consisted of feathered boas, layered underskirts and ruffly undergarments which were exposed during lively dancing numbers.
by Albert Miaskovsky May 05, 2004
1. In short, "da man"
2. The man who aided the dilapidated, mud-splattered Soviet people in obtaining the freedom they desired by liberalizing the Soviet system in unprecendened ways.
2. The man who aided the dilapidated, mud-splattered Soviet people in obtaining the freedom they desired by liberalizing the Soviet system in unprecendened ways.
If it weren't for Gorbachev, we'd still be wearing Adias sweatpants and sandals with socks.....
oh wait...
oh wait...
by Albert Miaskovsky August 23, 2004