Monday Music: the “here, at the end of all things” edition

The worst part of being me right now is not being able to hold a glass properly. I went to my cousin’s wife’s birthday dinner last night, and made an ass out of myself while attempting to down a glass of champagne. I will spell it out: I am having trouble drinking champagne. The world,Continue reading “Monday Music: the “here, at the end of all things” edition”

Germaine Greer: still glowin’, still crowin’, still transphobic as hell

We all know that the natural world is subject to certain rules. Seasons change, for example. Stars die. Eclipses occur. And Germaine Greer spews transphobic bile. In writing about runner Caster Semenya for her latest column, Greer slipped in this little gem: Nowadays we are all likely to meet people who think they are women,Continue reading “Germaine Greer: still glowin’, still crowin’, still transphobic as hell”

Your daily dose of WTF: of crayfish, curlers and impudent teenagers

Just a typical photo session in my household in Ukraine: I’m not really sure why I’m in curlers. I’m not even going out. We do have live crayfish at the house, and the cat broke a crystal honeypot trying to escape from them. So maybe the curlers are there for the sense of solemn occasion.Continue reading “Your daily dose of WTF: of crayfish, curlers and impudent teenagers”

Funkyzeit mit Fedya

This is Fedya, my parents’ cat. Everything he thinks of me and, quite possibly, the world at large, is summed up by this picture. Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I was attacked by a huge moth. I called for reinforcements. My brother and I swatted at the Mothra monster with a baseball batContinue reading “Funkyzeit mit Fedya”