Begging Bowls, Stripper Poles, and the Eurovision Exchange Rate
Take a look at the photo above. A blackened, gutted building stands as a monument to Russian artillery, while right in front of it, people…
Take a look at the photo above. A blackened, gutted building stands as a monument to Russian artillery, while right in front of it, people…
I’m going to explain a policy of mine that inevitably annoys a small percentage of people, but strictly preserves what is left of my sanity:…
Hotel Ukraine, Kyiv. Back in the day, this 4-star monolith right in the middle of the city was the kind of place bursting with tourists…
Tomorrow marks exactly four years since the full-scale invasion of Ukraine. Four years since I woke up in our apartment in the center of Kyiv…
It’s been a week since my last post, and the fundamental pattern hasn’t changed. It has just become vastly more grotesque. Right now, diplomats are…
The diplomatic pattern is well-established by now, but its hypocrisy never loses its edge. While diplomats exchange pleasantries in air-conditioned rooms far from the smoke,…
So apparently, this is the week we finally get peace. Again. We have the big meetings, the big words, the polished tables in Abu Dhabi…
I have friends today who used the few precious hours of winter sun just to charge their phones from a portable solar panel. Meanwhile, the…
