Diploma mills are bad and all, but please. If anything's a terrorist threat it's pregnant teenagers. I suppose I should link to the piece from the Newspaper of Record but them's the breaks.
Thus far a bunch of extensions aren't working, but the hassle of that, using the developer version of Tab Mix Plus, and installing Adblock Plus instead of Adblock is more than made up for by the performance boost for my Mac. PC users with lotsa extensions might want to wait - I didn't really need the upgrade at work and lost a little functionality out of it - but generally I am very pleased.
I spent a while there feeding fish popcorn in between drinking beer and not going to classes. Once in a while the park I walked by on the way to school would vanish under water. It's worse now.
I never made it to the Carpathians but did make it to Kolomyia where there was a pretty nice collection of Hutsul relics, though most were relatively new as museumy things go: the Hutsuls use a lotta wood so things must be perishable. As with a number of Ukrainian museums people follow you around from room to room turning the lights on or off according to how strained their budget is.
Desk set including stamp. Very important as the Ukraine is filled with fucking notaries.
This guy has been nailed again and again for causing problems. Enough already! Chill, long-haired dude!
There was a small but quite nice section of modern painters who seemed to be very much the type that the Russians would have sent to Siberia.
Grover Jesus.
A nutcracker, poorly photographed.
To demonstrate her affinity with the peasant Hutsuls singer Ruslana drives around in a Hummer, taps at her laptop, and has helicopters film her posing on a mountain.
Update: My monitor at home appears to be quite bright. Gotta fix that and maybe my posted photos will wind up less murky.
This was a nice place to visit. Nerds with military fantasies will find a dream fulfilled: the old town has a river around it and its only connection overland is via a huge bridge to a big fortress on a cliff.
Every picturesque castle needs an electrical station under it.