Recently, I wrote something for The Guardian about the latest chapter in the Snowden saga. As usual, there were some solid gold comments – including one from a guy who wants to party in me in furs (while I bring the borscht, of course). Then there was the gentleman who specifically sought me out toContinue reading “My trolls are the best trolls: Chapter 2436474956”
These waning days of July have been bad. The weather is maddening – in a city that gets so little heat and light, people require a proper summer. When summer peters out a month and a half early, as if the quotas on warmth have been reduced like the quotas on foreigners, you don’t knowContinue reading “The gloomy Sunday that wasn’t”
I really like the neighborhood of Kuzminki, I’ve decided. We’re in that calm before the storm there – before various overpriced developers move in.
I wrote this article about what it’s like to play “The Last of Us” the other day. It got me reminiscing. In the article, I make a passing reference to Russia in the 1990s, and how my friend said the same thing that I had been thinking for a while: some aspects of this most cerebralContinue reading “Midsummer, 2013. I’m playing “The Last of Us””
Most people will hate you. She said, and promptly got down off her cross.