What moral authority do George W. Bush and Condoleeza Rice have?

Oh, that’s right, none whatsoever. If I wanted to hear guidance and opinion on the Russia-Georgia debacle, I’d fish a mongrel cat out of the trash-bin and listen to its theories before I’d listen to these two. What does the President of the Republic of Burundi think about this situation? His opinion ought to matterContinue reading “What moral authority do George W. Bush and Condoleeza Rice have?”

Pictures of Kiev and Odessa: Happy Times!

Please don’t steal any of these pictures, the content of this blog is protected. But if you want to use one, you can ask. I had a happy three and a half weeks, folks. I’d like to share a few outtakes. I’ll post more, at some point. Odessa is a real jewel. And I willContinue reading “Pictures of Kiev and Odessa: Happy Times!”

“I’m a Happy Cockroach” – The World Premiere

This is my brother and I, singing the “I’m a Happy Cockroach” song, which has become the ringtone of champions in Russian-speaking circles (the word “champions” being, uh, synonymous with “twelve-year-olds”). The thumps you hear are supposed to be the sounds of shoes being flung at the Happy Cockroach. The Happy Cockroach is taunting theContinue reading ““I’m a Happy Cockroach” – The World Premiere”

Ass-grabbing and Attraction, or Truly the Lord Works in Mysterious Ways

Most of my fellow pseudo-intellectuals think of “The Secret” as a big crock of steaming, unethical shit, but I found it interesting. I don’t know about this Infallible Law of Attraction & Universe As Agent Provocateur Catalogue stuff, but I do think that thoughts have an impact on our fates. I do not think thatContinue reading “Ass-grabbing and Attraction, or Truly the Lord Works in Mysterious Ways”

Kyiv: the City of High Heels and Brotherly Love

These shoes aren’t made for walking, unless you count quick hops from my parents’ car into a shop and back again: I do love the way I look in them, though. I also love that lamp. It’s nice to have it on when I’m reading Tolkien in bed, and listening to the wing making theContinue reading “Kyiv: the City of High Heels and Brotherly Love”