Leitmotif

Things Russian keep showing up in my vortex at the oddest times.  People who speak it, often.  (I lived in Moscow as a kid, and later learned enough Russian to speak it fluently).

The other day at a open-air bluegrass music event, a fund-raiser for a local bluegrass appreciation and support group.  I didn't know the limits of the festivities, it was being held in a town park, so I couldn't tell where the food was (not to state my priorities too clearly).

Wandering down to where I saw a picnic table full of edible items, I realized everyone standing around me was speaking Russian.  This seemed to touch off a spate of synchronicities that might take me all weekend to finish writing about (see "Lindsey Brings Good News").

More importantly, the event inspired me to write a bluegrass song lyric (see "That's My Love for You").

Yesterday I was in the Starbucks at the Barnes and Noble bookstore in Georgetown when an older man started coming onto a college-age female student studying at the table next to me.  He explained to her that he was Syrian.

I have a Syrian friend to whom I describe some of these vortex happenings to.  So I'm already thinking "hmmmm".

She explains that she's lived in Russia and the next thing you know this Arab guy and this South American gal are speaking Russian.

Today, after another serendipity befell me (see "Living in the Vortex") the gal using the computer at Afterwords Cafe in Dupont Circle was from Belarus.

I feel like buying a Theremin and playing it everytime I encounter a Russian to highlight the spookiness of it all.