Tag: Family

Exploring Identity and Survival in “Avatar 3: A Journey of Relocation” | January 06 2026, 17:34

After watching Avatar 3, we decided to rewatch the first and second movies. Watched it like it was the first time, but here’s what I thought.

For the family, relocation was an urgent rescue from physical annihilation or forced participation in a war. Moving, they encountered the necessity to “learn to swim” in a new legal, linguistic, and social environment, starting from scratch and losing their former social weight. The feeling of “we are strangers here” is the central emotion. Severance of ties with friends and colleagues, only the “nuclear family” remains as the sole island of identity. Essentially, Jake’s decision to flee to save his children is the fundamental dilemma of any parent in a conflict zone: fight to the end on their own land or leave to preserve the life of the next generation.

Upon arrival, they hardly receive a visa, and permanent residency isn’t promised. But eventually, it becomes clear that it’s impossible to hide from a global conflict geographically. Sooner or later one has to participate in protecting their new “reef.”

Jake’s children and he himself have five fingers, whereas purebred Na’vi have four. Plus, the accent. This is a constant visual reminder of their origin. Even if you are fully integrated, there is always a detail that marks you as an outsider. Your children may become “one of them” faster, but they still carry the mark of “hybridity.”

By the way, in the third part, all the blues already speak English. The Na’vi language was completely displaced by them.

P. S. By the way, it’s interesting that Jake didn’t bring any of humanity’s achievements to the new culture of Pandora at all. I don’t know, the wheel, fire, medicine, some mechanical stuff. Nothing.

Chaos in the Village: Escaped Huskies Trigger Community Alarm | November 09 2025, 22:55

Something crazy is happening in our village. First, the owner of two huskies posts on nextdoor that they ran away from home and asks people to notify him if anyone sees them, warning that they are skittish. Then, about two hours later, the chihuahua owner posts that the escaped huskies killed his dog and also a neighbor’s chicken. The husky owner deleted his first post. Everyone in the village is grabbing their popcorn. It’s sad about the dogs. I’m always afraid that Yuki will run away like that, he’s also a fighter and fiercely hates all dogs in the world except himself.

Exploring SingleFile: The Chrome Extension for Easy Web Page Sharing | November 05 2025, 17:45

I found a useful Chrome extension – SingleFile. It solves a problem like this – you need to share a browser page that is not public, for example, via iMessage or Telegram. This is not so trivial to do. For example, you can save a .mhtml file from the browser on your laptop, and send it, but only recipients on an iPhone cannot open it. Saving as a standard .html is also not an option, as images and styles are not preserved. Taking a screenshot only captures a small fragment. Installing an extension that creates a long, large PNG of the entire page – this PNG cannot be opened on an iPhone from Telegram at least, only the top renders. Printing to PDF is also not a solution – the result is very poor and highly dependent on the developers’ desire to make a print-friendly version.

SingleFile allows you to create a snapshot of a page from the browser, a regular .html, which can be opened anywhere, with embedded styles and images. But what is especially convenient, before exporting, you can remove anything you don’t want to share through the WebInspector, and it won’t appear in the final .html. The extension is open source on GitHub, and it doesn’t send anything anywhere. Apparently, if there was dynamic loading through JS on the page, it saves not the JS, but the result of the loading, and the JS is cut out.

In general, it’s convenient, a good thing, use it.

(I had an interview released on the internal portal today, and I needed to share it with my family in our family chat)

Revisiting Antalya: 25 Years Later and Family Bonds | September 15 2025, 15:56

I’m back from Antalya. I was there last time 25 years ago. This time I met up with my mom (she’s from Russia) and showed her Turkey №2. Turkey №1 was last year (Istanbul). Here are some photos from this trip. All taken on an iPhone (I brought a camera too, but was too lazy to carry it around).

Russian pop music is no longer blasting from every speaker, but Modern Talking and similar genres are everywhere, until midnight. I was lucky to rent a hotel just 9 steps away from a night bar that quiets down at midnight, but no worries, we got used to it quickly and the music is decent. The city has many Russians, not only because it’s easy to get there, but also because Turkey offers citizenship for $400K — a sum many Russians can afford for a “passport”. But there’s really nothing to do there. You can tour all the natural sites within the first year or two, and then it’s just a very boring city. No museums, no cultural activities, except for more Modern Talking from the bars. So, at a minimum, you need not only to go there for the passport but also actively use it to live somewhere else.

My mom did great, handling all those hills and boats, and had a lot of impressions. Actually, she has only been abroad in Riga and twice in Turkey, last year in Istanbul and this year in Antalya. I really hope for her 80th birthday next year we’ll go somewhere else where Russians don’t need a visa.

Yuki’s Dinnertime Dilemma: When Appetite Meets Mood | July 30 2025, 21:04

4pm. Yuki hasn’t eaten anything since morning. I take a piece of organic chicken, cook it, cut it into small pieces. He turns away. No, he’s not sick, that’s just normal for him, he won’t even eat cheese if he’s not in the mood. Well, alright, I mix it with his food, leave it.

And there’s the cat, already on duty by Yuki’s bowl, fishing out pieces of chicken. The cat is on a diet, so it won’t be long before he starts eating the dog’s dry food as well.

Yuki sadly watches his own food gradually disappearing from his own bowl and slowly tries to formulate his stance on whether to eat or not. But appetite inevitably arrives during the meal, especially when the food is from someone else’s plate.