feel the beet… everywhere
Apparently because it was, like many other things in this world, initially conceived for the purposes of male entertainment. Well… that’s an overstatement. This article explains it all…
UPDATE
Wiki also rules because of its unwavering principles. That’s right! Eat it, mainland China. And way to totally piss on the freedom of information tree, Google!
Three weeks ago Lydia and I took a road trip to the tiny islands off the coast of Maryland and Virginia with the intriguing names of Chincoteague and Assateague. Apparently infamous for their wild pony population, the islands not only played up to our immigration-induced love for untamed animals, but also presented an opportunity to escape the City of the Yellow Devil. Improper Gorky scholars, Lydia and I were far from anti-capitalism when we got into the freshly vacuumed, Budget-leased Ford Taurus. Heading west on Bay Parkway we were prepared for whatever fate had in store for us. One Cinnabon-smelling bathroom and a hundred miles of New Jersey Turnpike later, fate landed us in Baltimore, Maryland, outside of my first-ever place of full-time employment. Read more…
The aircrafts keep on crashing over my motherland. Pulkovo is Saint Petersburg’s own airline and the thought that any number of the people I know could have been on that plane is unsettling.
I love the official comments – “definitely not terrorism, guys, everything was in order, crew sent mild cries for help.” Oh, thank god it wasn’t terrorism! What the hell! Can someone just come out and say that the newest Tupolev 154 was made in 1984? The pride of Soviet air-fleet, the model was banned by China in the late nineties. But surely, if China’s one billion citizens are not ready for our Cold War era mechanics, we will prove her wrong by flopping our rusted metal wings all over the wide Russian skies. Whatever it takes to cover up the shattered local industrial complex. Read more…
The Tent’s Mint Tea Recipe: put fresh mint leaves and green tea into a cup, pour boiling water and let stand 5 minutes. Add sugar or indulge in honey cake chasers (preferred).
To celebrate Myer Lemon’s approaching borough hop, I volunteered to introduce her to the Atlantic Avenue and Smith Street area of beloved Brooklyn. We started our adventure at the boarded and labyrinth-like Atlantic Terminal. We headed west on Atlantic passing construction, Northern African incense stores and the many boutiques that seem to pop up every weekend or so. At the corner of Nevins, we stopped at the Ace Liquor store. Read more…
Soviet symphony composer, equally loved and banned in his time, will triumph this fall and winter in music venues all over the East Coast. I am excited beyond belief. Nerdy, I know, but on most occasions the works of the genius will be performed by symphony crews from my hometown. Lincoln Center, Carnegie Hall and Kennedy Center will all hear some sweet Russian tunes.
At 10:30am this morning I had exceeded the content loading frequency at work. Whatever… If they are going to pose barriers to my precarious Internet browsing during work hours they better try harder. Meek reminders of the Big Brother watching can hardly stop me from reading the online edition of Pravda and accessing potential dream shoe and bag candidates.
In the meantime, I found out, by playing with the new NoteTab Light html editor I downloaded at work, that my ideal weight is 121 pounds. The editor curiously converts centimeter height into kilos. Greatness! As my father would say, “you are only one heavy cheesecake away from goal!”
The ideal, I believe, can be achieved by substituting my usual intake of alcohol with suspicious looking nectarines from the local fruit cart.
How did New York miss the coffee train? McDonald’s has been selling organic coffee to its New England restaurants for almost a year now! Starting last October the evil arches have signed Green Mountain Coffee Roasters to supply beans for the super-sized homebrew. Alas, none of us south of the Connecticut border will be given a chance to indulge. Power to the Mayflower!