A smooth road to fat city
Here’s topical issues.
Q. How do you spot an extroverted Norwegian?
A. He’s staring at your shoes.
As of right now, what I’m working on is homely, in a worn-down industrial carpeting kind of way.
We got pipes.
Today it went like this: I re-ran the route down to Міст Метро, penetrated an impenetrable pile of sandbags, found the miraculous drop spot and whipped around the corner at 06:30 to see that the only decent Fisherman’s market in the district had, on the most anticipated (by me) Friday of this year, opened an hour early for breakfast.
Thanks to all who wrote with advice about jorno creds, in particular those who pointed out the glaring truth that old news about Ukraine is so inexpensive these days that trying to save money by cancelling your free subscription is foolish at best.
Still, the question of how KyivPost can manage to undercut the price of everyone else’s news and still throw in access to pdf versions of old issues deleted from their website archive, er, twenty years ago is a little annoying, no?
I think they have come upon a problem similar to that apparent with The Onion when it hit its stride: in order to stay relevant, they had to turn protagonists into complete goofballs. Eventually the goofdom bar was being raised at the cost of everything else. That said, what they put their office manager(s) through for more than a year has been goof sublime, except the Arabic page, which is deadly serious.
From the PDF archive.