from Alyosha Efros’s facebook

(via Vadim Kantorov)

There once was a man who said ‘Damn!
It is borne in upon me I am
An engine that moves
In predestinate grooves.
I’m not even a bus, I’m a tram.’
–Maurice Evan Hare (St. John’s College, Oxford, 1905)

minor regret

Not acquiring a pair of Björn Borg underthings.

Because when you wear them, you’re no longer bare.


Maybe this was the kind of thing that was supposed to go on on…


back in the USSR

culinary highlight of trip:
Dumplings — in an exceedingly endearing cafe in Tartu, Estonia. These dumplings are virtually identical to the ones I eat at home in flavor and texture (pork and cabbage, I think), with one major exception: instead of Chinkiang (black rice vinegar) for acidity, sour cream is added.
We are all one world.

eta: I have no way of knowing whether the cafe proprietor got some of Ling Ling’s finest frozen dumplings and boiled them according to the package instructions, or if these are a locally-originated thing, but I think the use of sour cream makes it different enough to note.