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Behind the scenes of the photo school (Tania, Maya, and Morgan)

Behind the scenes of a photo shoot (Tania, Maya, & Morgan - can you spot them all?)

Dear Readers,

Are you still there? If so, please don’t think that this lovingly assembled blog was abandoned by its creators. In fact, we still think of it often and plan our return to its digital pages in the Fall.

For now, Maya and Tania are communicating the old-fashioned way: face-to-face. There is little need to catalog our lives here since we are now happily spending them together. When Maya returns to California, we will return once more to our dear Yummy.

In case you’re curious about how we are spending our days lately, here is a brief overview:

Taking classes, start-up development, random creative projects, developing a curriculum for a class, and collaborating on weekly photo shoots for IPPOLITA.COM (with the lovely Maya as the model/art director and Tania as the stylist/photographer).

In conclusion… we’ll be back.

TaniaDudina.com!

I finally made my official Me site to share my writing, recipes, projects, etc. What do you think?

TaniaDudina@gmail.com

Air Jelly

I can’t read German!

Professor Tania?

http://www.theslblog.org/2008/04/what-happens-wh.html

Please check out for the latest Tania life news.

I added mine to the right-
hand column of this blog. Feel like adding yours?
Here are some fun tips for setting goals that someone sent me. He got these from a sales consultant named Jim Ryerson.
  1. Write them down.
  2. Consider why they are important.
  3. Define the outcome you want.
  4. Identify accountability.
  5. Set deadlines.
  6. Establish priorities.
  7. Make a public commitment.
  8. Be realistic about limitations.
  9. Evaluate and revise as necessary.
  10. Reward yourself or your team.

Goals should be SMART:

S pecific, M easureable, A attainable, R esults-Oriented, T Time Sensitive

So here goes nothing. My official Yummy Brain Food goal is: write at least one post per week.

  1. I wrote it down (see? here it is.)
  2. It’s important because it helps me maintain communication with Maya (and hopefully others), keep track of my thoughts and ideas, look at life in terms of what lessons/ideas I can share.
  3. I want to look back at my posts one year from now and see how much I’ve grown and learned, feel inspired and motivated, and get new ideas.
  4. I am accountable for this, but anyone who would like could (should) give me friendly pushes.
  5. The deadline is each Sunday 11:59pm.
  6. I will post only after my main responsibilities are taken care of.
  7. Here’s my public commitment.
  8. If I get very sick or there is some sort of emergency/amazing opportunity without internet access, I will allow myself to skip a week (or more, as needed).
  9. I’ll review my goal one month from now and determine if it works.
  10. I will reward myself by printing out all of our posts at the end of the year and binding them into a manuscript.

More Than a Pet Project

Two left photographs by G. Paul Burnett/The New York Times; two right photographs by Tina Fineberg for The New York Times
Published: March 30, 2008

IT was the cats that caused Tania Dudina and George Kokoris to think about buying a place.

Last spring, the couple, living in a studio in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, adopted two cats. One had ringworm, a skin fungus. The cats, Loki and Pliooshka, needed months of treatment with medications, ointments and shampoos. They had to be kept apart, too, lest Pliooshka infect Loki.

So the couple borrowed two big metal animal cages, which filled the apartment. “In a studio, there was no way for us to separate the cats, so we thought the only solution was to find an apartment with more than one room,” Mr. Kokoris said.

They paid $850 a month for their studio, and assumed that upsizing would cost them around $2,000. If they needed to spend that much, why not buy?

Besides, owning a home was a goal for Ms. Dudina, 22, a student at Hunter College. She plans to attend graduate school for organizational psychology, a field in which she works part time.

“I haven’t lived in a house that my family has owned since I was 6 years old,” she said. That’s when her family immigrated to Bensonhurst from Ukraine.

She and Mr. Kokoris, 23, met at a mutual friend’s party. Mr. Kokoris, who is from North Salem in Westchester County, attends the School of Visual Arts and works as a video-game developer.

They thought they wouldn’t have much of a hunt for a home. A friend of Ms. Dudina’s family was thinking about selling a one-bedroom co-op on Shore Parkway in Sheepshead Bay, bought as an investment.

It was only around $150,000, but was some distance from the subway. So it made sense for the couple to live there for a while, pay the $600 monthly maintenance as their rent and decide whether to buy it.

The floors were scratched and uneven, so the couple hired someone to polish them. They had no idea that was forbidden by the co-op board. A $250 fine was levied, plus another $250 for transporting equipment in the elevator late in the day. “I had never heard that before — that you need permission to do something inside your apartment that doesn’t affect anybody else,” Ms. Dudina said.

Then they learned that only immediate relatives of the owner could stay there.

“We paid the fine because we didn’t want to cause trouble,” Ms. Dudina said. “We didn’t want to be living under that kind of surveillance with that kind of strict management.”

They decided to focus on condominiums within easy reach of Bensonhurst. “I want to be really close to my mother and grandmother if they need me for anything,” Ms. Dudina said.

Two-bedrooms near Bensonhurst, to their surprise, weren’t much pricier than one-bedrooms. Many apartments had extras like central air-conditioning and parking garages, which they didn’t care about. Their price limit was $360,000. “I am an obsessive saver,” Ms. Dudina said. “We have no expenses. We don’t spend, we don’t go out, we just have friends over for miniparties.”

They soon found their dream apartment, a duplex in a new building on East 14th Street in Midwood. It felt like a little house. “I went to sleep thinking about it and woke up thinking about it,” Ms. Dudina said.

“The magical part was a little garden, and the garden had a little cherry tree,” she said. “We were picturing ourselves and the cats running around and sitting in the sunlight and walking barefoot in the grass and picking cherries in our own backyard.”

They thought they could negotiate the price, but it went no lower than $400,000. “It is very important to me to make sure we have savings, and I didn’t want to be living paycheck to paycheck, so we would not be able to afford that — no way,” Ms. Dudina said.

An alternative was a duplex on East 12th Street in Sheepshead Bay, listed at around $360,000. They had the option of turning one room with high ceilings into two rooms with low ceilings. “I liked the feeling of a lot of interior space,” Mr. Kokoris said. “It was also very modern and very shiny. The place was sort of like an Apple store, which I got a kick out of.”

His 52-inch television set would fit, but there were so many windows they would need shades to block the glare. “One of the rules we made was we weren’t going to compromise on anything,” Ms. Dudina said. “If we can’t find something we both love, we will keep looking.” So they did.

There were possibilities on Coney Island, but they were in older buildings where Ms. Dudina complained about “other people’s dirt.” Mr. Kokoris said he found too many hallways or “little passages from room to room, and it felt aggravating because my parents are both architects so I grew up with a clear understanding of what usable floor space is.”

Then a Russian-speaking agent took them to a two-bedroom on 19th Street in Midwood. It even had a balcony, a “tiny little morsel of nature,” Ms. Dudina said.

Her Russian was better than the agent’s English, so she did all the negotiating in her mother tongue. “That was terrifying,” she said. “Those kinds of words are not in my vernacular. I had sweat dripping down my back.”

The two offered $350,000, which they increased to $360,000 when the agent said there was another offer. The common charge is around $165 a month. In late summer, they and the cats moved in.

“I feel we made the right decision every time we make a payment on the mortgage,” Mr. Kokoris said. “It feels good we are not paying a landlord for the privilege of living in the space. It stops being a chore and becomes, ‘Oh, cool,’ so that was one of the unexpected benefits.”

By the time they arrived, skin cultures showed the ringworm was gone, thus rendering moot “the entire reason for us looking — so we could speed up the ringworm rehabilitation,” Ms. Dudina said.

They enclosed their balcony in mesh wire, allowing the cats to romp outdoors. “George’s grandfather has grape vines, and he will give us grape vines to plant so we can grow them over the balcony,” Ms. Dudina said. “So instead of cherries, we will have grapes.”

Kat!

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Just wanted to take a moment to welcome my dear friend and sister on board.

Blog on!

My Dog

Tennessee at a birthday party

I am crazy about my dog. I am like one of those ANNOYING mommies always talking about her wonderful her baby is and showing pictures of the baby, taken at most a week apart. I do everything for my dog. Her comfort comes before mine. It’s scary. But it makes me wonder. WHY? I think the answer lies somewhere in my physiology. I am almost 28 years old and, although I like to deny it, I have a mother instinct. This mother instinct is currently being satisfied by my motherly relationship with my dog, who gets at least 4 walks a day, two of which are a half hour and one of which consists of rigorous playtime with her peers. There’s benefit in it for me, of course - I get fresh air and exercise, but most importantly, it just gives me tremendous satisfaction to see her tired and content little body curled up on her blanket snoozing away after hours of playtime. Ahhhh… In a way, I guess, I live vicariously through her. She can run, nay, fly through the air in huge leaps, and it must be such a breathtaking experience, which, on my two legs I will probably never have. Sigh…

Besides being my baby, my dog is also my favorite hobby. I buy her the best dog food on the market, the most chewable treats, and celebrate her birthday each year (so far only once) - so she’s a great excuse for going shopping and trying something new and cool. And the best part is, I never feel guilty about spending the money, ’cause it wasn’t spent on myself, but on someone else. That’s how my sick mind works.

And lastly, I love my dog because she teaches and entertains me. Here’s how: I am a messy person. I leave a loaf of bread right on the counter after I’m done using it. I forget to cover the trash can. I don’t pick up whatever I’ve dropped on the floor. Well, guess what? Those very things are extremely fascinating to a young dog. Hence, the bread on the counter gets devoured as soon as I set foot outside the door; the trash can gets explored, and the pen that had rolled of the desk ends up in little plastic bits all over the carpet, oozing out the last bits of ink. Yeah!

My favorite lesson was when she went through the bathroom trash, taking care not to leave one used (guck) sanitary napkin or Q-tip unexplored. There’s something I’ll never forget to do again.

I’m going to stop now, before you all fall asleep on me, but there’s something to think about - why do we love our pets and dedicate so much time and energy to them? Maybe they really are like children and help us provide care, which is probably a human instinct after all.

To Kill or not to Kill?

Lately, I have been thinking about euthanasia. I know it’s a tired subject, I’ve even written about it in a high school persuasive essay, but you’re sort of forced to think about it when faced with it. For example, putting an animal to “sleep”. Since the brains of animals and those of humans don’t function in the same way and, hence, their perceptions of the world are different, when a dog is told it is going to be given general anesthesia for surgery versus general anesthesia for death, it doesn’t know the difference. It will be stressed in either case, because something unfamiliar is being done to it by an unfamiliar person. Since that is the case, deciding whether or not to put an animal to sleep should not be based on whether or not it will wake up. It should be based on how much you need the animal and whether the animal will be able to lead a productive life after it awakens.

Now, about a year ago there was a woman on Craigslist’s pet section, of which I am a frequent visitor since adopting my dog, claiming that her 15 year old dog was suffering from an eye condition, rheumatism, and multiple tumors all over its body, and needed surgery. She was begging the good people on Craigslist to donate money for this cause. I wanted to smack her, but I realized how much she was hurting. Yet this kind of selfishness, keeping a poor suffering (15-YEAR-OLD, no less) animal alive because it is too painful to let it go, is downright offensive to me. The dog doesn’t know it will wake up after all its tumors are removed. It is tired, in pain, and while it may love and be loyal to its owner, it might also want to DIE.

Animals know when it’s time to go, but in today’s society, unfortunately, we get to decide for them. We decide what kind of life AND what kind of death they’re going to have. So even if that dog is ready to die, the woman won’t let it. My firm belief is, if the animal has no chance of a happy care-free life, as all pets’ lives should be, fight the desperate need to keep it alive and let it go. Giving it an injection actually lessens the suffering. Rather than choking to death, it will peacefully fall asleep as you hold it in your arms. You owe your pet that much.

Ironically, today on the Law & Order SVU rerun this topic was explored. Except, of course, it had to do with humans. A mother gave her 1 month old daughter a lethal dose of anti-depressants to stop her suffering from a rare disease called Tay-Sachs. The disease, apparently, is so bad that the child would have no time to even develop normally. Her brain would not function properly and she would die a painful and uncomfortable death before her 5th birthday. I recognize the law and the fact that once the child is born it becomes illegal to kill it, because it is its own separate entity and even a parent has no right to take its life. It makes total sense. But what about when you love your child so much you want to prevent it from suffering, especially when the disease is so clearly diagnosed and its symptoms so grimly forecasted? By no means is it an easy decision to make, but I could not condemn a mother who did this, especially since I believe life is suffering in the first place, so why cause more suffering than is already prescribed by nature?

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