Monday music: handfuls of goodbye

До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова, Не грусти и не печаль бровей, — В этой жизни умирать не ново, Но и жить, конечно, не новей. – Сергей Есенин Khaled, this is for you, for obvious reasons. Also, real life has walloped me over the head since I got back from Moscow, but IContinue reading “Monday music: handfuls of goodbye”

Wednesday Music: damn it feels good to be a gangsta, and be descended from gangstas

So I’m a few days behind – on account of being too busy living and working to blog – but I wanted to point out that the flat I am staying in here in Moscow belonged to the wonderful woman to whom this essay was dedicated. She loved me very much, and she loved myContinue reading “Wednesday Music: damn it feels good to be a gangsta, and be descended from gangstas”

A Gaiman/Sedaris video post in which I horribly embarrass myself for the sake of two people I adore

Vladimir, this is for you. I hope both you & Neil Gaiman can forgive me for the bad reading style. Lal, this is for you. I hope you’re happy, and may David Sedaris have mercy on my soul.

Monday Music: brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack before going outside in Kyiv

Ke$ha suits me right now: blond hair, dark roots, ready to pass out in a bathtub, etc. Politics, what politics? Election? What election? Do not speak to me of such things. OK, fine, whatever, I did publish my take on Yanukovych’s win today. And taped some commentary for GRITtv (and looked fug while doing it,Continue reading “Monday Music: brush your teeth with a bottle of Jack before going outside in Kyiv”

Monday music, the “road to Shambala” edition

I can’t sleep. First of all, “LOST” is coming back, for the last time (what in the hell am I going to do with my life once “LOST” is over? Get a hobby?). Second of all, the return of “Lost” has somehow managed to coincide with what is probably going to go down in historyContinue reading “Monday music, the “road to Shambala” edition”