Caucus Media, in many ways truly, can be treated, as a Pet-Project, along the lines, of Media Studies. It in many ways truly too, appears in the Magazine format (as with an entrepreneurial endeavour), and in all ways really, is based on life (as with Media), associated truly, not only with Russia, but also too, the rest of Eastern Europe.
Caucus Media, is in all, inspired, by three facets really (that once primarily made for, Prussian existences, seen in Russia) : Nature, the Salon culture, and Spirits (as with Animal Spirits even). It is these three in all, that, truly drive, Caucus Media, as with helping forment, a concrete perhaps, Eastern European Identity (along with Russia), that in many ways too, can be the basis, of, an Economic Union of sorts.
Caucus Media too, as with Russia mainly, will hopefully see to it, that Russias many Ethnicities, learn how to subsist, along each other (as with cultural upbringing really) [and the appreciation, of such, differences], rather than the existential mode seen today, based on, previous Russian Popular writings, that sees different ethnicities really, only mingle, in times of need, or help/aid too really.
Finally in all too, Caucus Media, is not driven truly, by as mentioned above, Popular writings, or even too, Popular Imagery, but actually, by writings, truly based on, Motivational Wisdom (along the lines too, of Popular Italian Religious writings) [or what today, some do call, Motivational Psychology].
FROM DUST TO ASHES
It is morning, when Dasha awakens, to find the Sun already out, and the alarm clock, apparently having failed, to sound off. She is out of bed, almost immediately, wondering even, what to do, as thoughts of having failed, to deal with the circumstances, even has her, thinking, about going back to bed. She instead though, chooses to shower, and with time, climbs down the stairs, into the Kitchen, to cook herself, a meal or two, in the name truly, of Brunch. It is a Sunday, and Dasha was hoping, to meet a friend, earlier on the day, but the friend, agreeing to leave, if Dasha, did not make it on time. She had a book, amongst other things, that Dasha wanted to borrow and own, but the late awakening has her suffering, from spasms of regret, even great, at her having perhaps, even, ruined her week.
Dasha is out, seated, on the front steps, of the porch, that lead into her house. She is a student, at a local University, but prestigious nonetheless she thinks, as she wonders atleast, what to do, with her day. If all had gone well, and she had met her friend Natalya, then the day truly too, would have ended off, rather well too, is what she thought, as she continued sitting, on the steps, that led into her house. There is a Newspaper fragment inside the gates to, her house, and she does capture, with her eyes, the image of a soldier, holding a military weapon, which on actually picking it up, discovers, that the Soldier, is Slovakian, and apparently, there was some unrest, in Bratislava. A student unrest, apparently in all, due to limited resources the article says, which makes Dasha, shake her head, in distaste even, at the lack truly, of guile, by a French press, reporting from Central Europe, Romania to be exact, and telling all forms of lies, about, Eastern Europe.
Dasha is on her way, to the supermarket, which to her, is a kind of shopping spot, to look around in, as the variety of goods in it, is highly astonishing even, but most out there, on viewing it, would think it American, and not knowing, the American Supermarket, is more or less, of Swede origins, but via Prussian Russia. Dasha knows her history this way, it is what, truly defines her, being Russian, and she cares not, what anyone one out there, thinks about Russian attitudes, to mediocrity seen, out there, as to her, the Russian Mind, equals the greatest, of them all. There is a minority, shopping in the supermarket she notices, a Slovakian to be exact, which surprisingly enough, has her thinking, of the newspaper article seen earlier, and she finds herself wondering whom, the Slovakian is, as she never truly does think too much, of the rest of Eastern Europe, other than Russia. "Zdrastvuj......Dasha!!!!", a voice calls out at her, which makes her react, in great surprise even, as with eyes, somewhat widened, she turns towards, the name calling, to find of all peoples, Yelena, standing in line to the cashier and exit, as she somewhat in response too, grimaces with a surprised smile, at Yelena, waving the book, she so wanted, right at her face. Yelena too, is all smiles, as she does this, with Dasha too, realizing, Yelena was actually truly, waiting for her.
"So you leave for home now?!!" asks Dasha to Yelena, as they both exit, the University Library, about 5 hours, since when they actually met. Yelena responds, with a swift yes, stating she has to cook, her favourite meal, and after that, engage in some reading, or listen to some music, or even watch TV too perhaps, a show, she always watches on Sunday nights; a detective show. Dasha somewhat grimaces, as she was hoping, she and Yelena, amongst others, could hang out, at the local park, until the late nights, listening to some music, and talking endlessly even. As Yelena parts, with Dasha stating she would call later on perhaps, Dasha begins to walk, and as she passes on towards her home, the street lights, she does not fail, to notice, Andrei, a University student too, walking by. Dasha almost instantly, as with her thoughts, thinking, and even the viewing, of Andrei, feels somewhat even guilty to herself, as she wonders why so many boys, actually fail today, to take interest, in schooling of any kind. Its something, she thinks of as a Russian, and as Andrei is actually passing by her on the other side of the street, she does not fail to boldly, call out his name, and greet him, with a wave. Andrei, looks at her, a bit surprised, at having his name called out, and with a thinned smile somewhat, nods his head at her, looks her slightly, and as if even embarrassed, moves on, with a look too, as if headed, somewhere distinctively. Dasha looks at him somewhat, as he moves on, she still walking, and only a glance too really that captures alot, as she too distinctively notices, Andreis unhappiness, with what she would think, would be life in general. 'Russia is doing well!', she muses to herself somewhat, but wonders why, some people, even many, appear to be unhappy, about things too in general. She has a copy, of a book by Pushkin, a rare find and work even, never truly published, and while she does think Pushkin, is truly Russia, she in many ways on reading him, wonders why, he seems so distant, from her own views, and even why some works of his, feel Central European like, something which though she has never mentioned, or heard anyone else mention, but truly actually somewhat, does feel it. This work though, is rather Russian in all, and something she hopes, will help her find, her true Identity, as Russian first, and Eastern European second.
Dasha has the TV on, a show, a comedy, 'The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air', which she watches, without amusement, as she wonders, why the humour in it, is all so vulgar. She flips the channel actually, wondering where Russia, is headed too, as she cannot but help distinctively notice about herself, that she is truly, unhappy somewhat, with life, without knowing why. She sometimes, gets emotional, not knowing why too, and wonders truly, with Russia doing rather well economically, why things are not, great enough, to smile and be happy about. "Something is missing", she silently says to herself, as she somewhat begins, to get into bed, to read her book, even with trepidation, that the the answer, to her longings really, her true Identity, might not be revealed, leaving her, in a dark midst, room even, of great unhappiness, as with truly seeking out, eternal happiness even. Thats Dasha, the only happiness worth seeking out, is eternal, and not, Friday night out, with the boys and girls, each attempting in all, to remain rather enthusiastic, throughout the whole night. Dasha, is a Prussian by heart, she knows this, and she acknowledges that this, does isolate her, from other Russians somehow, and she holds on to this, as even Yelena these days, is not as smiling and upbeat towards her, as they used to be, when young. "If only, we could have stayed young forever", she finds herself thinking, as she reads on, not having failed to notice, the dwindling number, of her perceived genuine friends, they in all really, becoming Russian, abandoning Prussian ideals, and believing, falsely she believes, that Russias future, lays even, with contacts, with the Middle East. 'Before that, it was Africa', she somewhat says, remembering groups, of Jewish Intellectuals in Russia, who believed, Africa, to be right for Russia, with regards, to cultural exchanges. "Africa!!!", she still somewhat sayingly thinks, as Africa to her, is mud villages, drumming, and the attempt maybe, to become Russian.
Dasha fell asleep, reading the rather interesting new work, given to her by Yelena, of Pushkin too, somewhat glad even, that the next day, did not hold any commitments, classes even, she had to keep really, or were mandatory even too. That night, she had a dream, of her in a Carriage, in Moscow too, being wheeled away, as Alexander Pushkin himself, walked out of a Grand Library in Moscow. The dream made her somewhat laugh, something she does not do frequently, as with she only perhaps, the only person in Russia, willing always, to tell a good joke; with everyone else, stark serious, as if in deep thought, of something grand, awaiting even, to happen in their lives.
Dasha is in class, thinking to herself, that she needs, to study much more. She does not know, why she holds this thought, after all really, she does pass her exams fairly well, all A's, but still, she finds herself believing, she does not know, as much, as she thinks she does. Dasha is studying Physics, in University, in St. Petersburg City, and while the University, is not too large, it is said, to have, a very good Physics program. Dasha is studying Physics, because she believes, it will make her, naturally intelligent, allowing her, to live life, as she so wishes or pleases even. She has no idea really, what to do with her life, but she does know, that training in Physics, will make her, intelligent enough, to do anything out there, that she deems of interest.
A woman walks in, into the class, a girl perhaps even, dressed rather immaculately, as with she, looking very much, like a Model. Dasha looks on at her, and wonders whom she might be, as she truly, does not fit, the image, of a Physicist. She looks Eastern European even, and Dasha even wonders to herself, what could be the matter, with Eastern European Universities. The woman sits, and as Dasha looks on at her, a voice calls out, and slight flip on her shoulder, notifies her, of someone, a presence, which she then recognizes, as being that, of Anatoly, who then sits right opposite her, in the little room, where a Tutorial, will be held shortly. Dasha likes Anatoly, and often jokes with him, about his life, living all alone in Russia, St. Petersburg, and away from his family and friends, in Tajikistan, Central Asia. Anatoly is happy, to see Dasha, but he also knows, she is rather serious, and he even feels, isolated from her, as with his inability really, to ask for help or aid, of any kind really too. Dasha is looking frontwards, as Anatoly explains to her, he went to a party the other night, but he does not, tell Dasha, he met someone there, and slept with her. He does not know really, how Dasha would take it, she appearing to him, to be even puritanical, as with her beliefs often, of her home life. Dasha is not, a puritan really, but more of a sectarian really, and believes truly, living her life, in a rightful manner, rather than, what many deem, to be obvious, and the right thing to do, at any one moment. Some Russians, have taken to talking, of America, but to Dasha, America, is nothing more, than an Oppressive State. She feels way more free, in her ways, manners and attitudes, in Russia, than in so often called, 'Freedom of Speech' America. To her, the only thing interesting, about America, were the Quakers.
Dasha had lunch that day, a late lunch, with Anatoly, at a cafe eatery, in School, as she often thinks, of her University, but Anatoly left earlier, to do other things. Anatoly enjoys, being with Dasha, she being serious, and he loving, the serious atmosphere, she brings and carries with her. For he, Anatoly, is not too happy in Russia, believing it, to have grown economically perhaps, but slid away, socially. To him too, his Russia, was rather Prussian too, and not, somewhat American, as he so sees it often today. It is as if, Russia having welcome, many outsiders to it, have no idea, how to bring them, all together, peacefully and cordially, other than somewhat, making the American. To Dasha, secretly, as if in misapprehension too, Russia appears, to be now somewhat, a Failed State, socially, with Russian friendliness and cordiality, now replaced, by a looming silence, of each and every Russian, apparently living, their life, as they so see it.
Later that evening, Dasha did meet, with a professor, to ask, about some Research materials, he promised, he would give to her, on her request. She is in his Office, as he has already told, a staff member, to get them for him, and Dasha, can't fail and see, how behind his years, the professor is, as with he, being rather attractive, and attractive enough, to be attractive to her. She loves his Wit, and often stays longer than she should talking to him, with him though, often attempting to make her aware, that people out there, could be aware, of their relationship. The professor, Artur Vladislav, Doctor of Physics, does enjoy talking to Dasha, but he is too in all really, afraid of opening up to her, as it might lead, to something inappropriate, a fear even, of her, leaving school, or even too somewhat, graduating, as with the years, having somewhat, come to a stand. 'She will soon be gone', is what he thinks to himself, and probably too, once in Moscow, won't be back again truly, to visit. Dasha reiterates, a funny story, she heard about the professor, of him gone fishing, that makes him somewhat, chuckle, in amazement. He had gone fishing, that was true, but what was really not true, was his having, nearly capsized, in his boat, as it had all, been a small mistake, on his part, a professor of Physics, that did actually, lead his boat, to capsize upside down, but him, being able, to put it back up right, once again. It was a small mistake on his part, a mistake he truly believed, no one had seen him suffer, but apparently, it was not so, or perhaps even, as he thought to himself much later on after Dasha left, someone did make it all out, from his frizzled appearance, on his drive back, to his home.
Later that night, Dasha thinks of Andrei, and wonders what he could be up to, as she often likes, simply just, hanging around, Andrei, as she feels safe and warm enough too, to express herself, rather freely. She is somewhat, as with a realization perhaps, beginning to hate Russia, as with her realizing too, she feels much safer and warmer, around Anatoly, rather than with most, Russians her age, out there. She sleeps that night, with a rather heavy heart in all, her imagination blocked, as to what, tomorrow, could probably hold, with regards to promise itself.
(Fox Garate)
Dasha is at, a School outing, into Russias wilderness. She cannot believe, how much fun, she is having, being out in nature itself. They are in a group, and surprising enough to herself, as with her luck even, Andrei, is with them. He too, decided to show up, for the School outing, as with his presenting himself, as having nothing really, to do with himself. Dasha is happy, and she cannot believe, how happy she feels, in the Russian wilds, walking in the snow, amongst others, with talk of nothing and everything, emanating, as the group truly, even waddles on, as if afraid, to slip and fall even, on the Snow itself. Someone almost slips, amongst a gaffe of laughter, which makes Dasha, with a smile on her face, turn somewhat, to look backwards, as to whom, it could all be. As they are still matching on, someone points out, to a Fox, on its way apparently, even looking busy, to somewhere atleast. Dasha does not fail to notice, how shiny and sleek, its coat is.
Later that night, back at the Camping grounds set up, they are all seated, around night fires, three, that are lit up, amongst a group of cabins, and talking somewhat endlessly. Andrei, is in the same group as Dasha, having felt the urge really, to follow her, to her group. Talk endlessly abounding, with laughter in between, with Dasha mostly commenting, has the talk, swaying, towards Andrei, and his supposed fight, with an immigrant, at a disco club, back in St. Petersburg. He was African, West African, and though not wishing, to discredit any talk, of the happening, he does wonder to himself, even muse perhaps, why it all made him feel, rather guilty, despite, his being right, on the issue: Russian Women. More talk, with stories of nothing much abounding, has part of the group, leaving to visit, other groups, as with their stating even, rather clearly, their desire to do so, and on leaving, having attention somewhat, turn to Dasha, and her even glowing, rosy too, skin and cheeks in all. Her hair glistens too, blonde, and as Andrei sits drowning a Beer, he can't but help, notice she is truly, Russian, and everyone else in the group really, excepting him, and another girl, are from out there or Eastern Europe, really too. More Beer on Andrei's part, with Dasha stating that, he should drink less, more funny statements from Dasha, and some looks around at the other groups even, as if, they too, are looking back somewhat, at them, has a bell ring, to announce dinner in all, at a rather large hall, near the campfires and Cabins too.
The outing, was for 5 days, and by the second, Dasha was spending more time, with Andrei, with some talk abounding, on his fighting skills. Dasha asked for a demonstration, Andrei got himself, another Beer. On the third night, after another outing, Dasha had arrived back at the Camp, feeling exhausted even, as with their having, had to go, fish out really, some fish, trapped in some fish traps, in a lake, some distance, from the Camping grounds. It had been fun, to the Lake itself, but soon after, with the work done really, they had all felt, rather exhausted, with many complaining, of pains and aches, as Dasha looked upon them, as Runway Models, prone to complain alot. The fish on its way, to the storage, some few of the group, having to do this task, does have Dasha somewhat notice this, but soon enough, she is back talking to Andrei, on his poor humour and attempt, on pushing her, as she made a joke, about him on the way back. She simply asks him, for a forewarning, on such behaviour, or actions really, being metted out on her, as that is what apparently, a real man would do, and not fight too either, at a St. Petersburg Disco club. That night, they had fish, well cooked too, and on finishing, many in the group, could not help but not fail to notice, that they had actually, had fish, that tasted too really, rather good too in all.
On the forth day, at night, before Andrei and others, Dasha, does attempt to teach, Natasha, from Slovakia too, how to "Box".
On the day they left the camp, they all noticed, a Russian Military patrol, come into the Camp, and their realizing too, that the Camp, was truly owned, by them. They greet everyone, and Dasha cannot help but notice, how manly and Russian, they all look, as Andrei too, does notice this too, in her. Andrei did think, of joining the Military Regiments in St. Petersburg, but that thought faded away, when he began receiving, sexual affronts, from Women, all over the City. The Russian Military, was truly in someways, the only thing left, that made him proud, to be a Russian. Before all that, it had been Moscow as a City, which he believed, to be the best, if not, amongst the best, in the whole wide World. To Dasha, putting ones Faith and Identity, in such modern-like symbolism, was a cause, for ill-fated reasoning and thinking, of all kinds and sorts. She did not want, to admit to Andrei, that she still believed, that Pushkin was truly Russian, and as with he, on hearing this, somewhat exclaiming by his face, that the old Russia he loved, was still very much alive, with it, being more of a 'mind', than the Mind, it is today.
Two weeks later, on a surprise trip, to a bookshop downtown, Dasha does buy herself, on the recommendation, asking even, of Andrei, a different kind of book in all, as with Russia perhaps, having a new Soul, it coming, from out there, and it neither been, African, or American even. Find it in all really, the book, and tell him about it too, as they both truly knew, that Russia did need, some new input, and unlike Dasha who always saw Russia, from its economic perspectives, on looking into the future, Andrei, always saw it too, from its Cultural perspectives. To Dasha, one day, the Stalwarts, that truly ruled Russia today, including Putin too, would then be gone, and she wondered truly even, how really, they would survive. To Andrei, the future on the otherhand, held all sorts of promise, with regards, to what it meant, to be Russian, promise too, neither American, or African too either.
Dasha bought herself, a copy of Dumas' 'Count of Monte Cristo', the Penguin version, which on reading she realized, was a translation into Italian really, and then again into English. 'Maybe this was it' she thought to herself, as she noticed, how weighty, it all seemed and appeared, as compared, to the other versions she had, seen previously. If walls could talk, and fairies too, jump into ones bedroom through the windows, then they would tell that, "thats probably it".
'sounds' of Caucus Media [both 'Shadow Archetype' sides]:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCUzwEst3pE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpZzWdu6XM
Caucus Media and its associated 'materiality':
[The Helicopter, or especially really, Helicopter rides]
[The Country Lodge]
[The Flower Garden]
[Air Guns and Air Rifles]
[The Snowmobile]
