Every inhabitant of a tiny little hamlet deep in the anal cavity of a colonial (or former colonial) power is convinced that a denizen of a huge, bustling city in the (former) colony is a hopelessly provincial country bumpkin.

I was so intimidated by being included into one of my edited collections that I couldn’t write a word for days. And now that the collection is about to come out, turns out that the external readers say that my article is the best of the whole thing. This is especially funny given that the collection is not one one of the subjects that are among my research interests and I had only applied for it on a total lark.

Impostor syndrome is such a waste of time. I’m just not going to do it any more.

This post is more about my ranting than about my linking, so enjoy!

People, please read this very important long article about justice for sale in US courts. This is the most important piece of investigative journalism that the NYTimes has done in a long time.

A very interesting piece on the ridiculous AA addiction model: “Neurobiological models of addiction are consistent with the privatized American healthcare system. Meanwhile, the American vision of addiction is spreading rapidly, due to proselytizing by AA advocates, the scientific claims of the NIDA and the pharmaceutical industry’s marketing. Yet our best data—including the NESARC results—show that addiction should be de-medicalized in favor of a model that encourages the advancement of psychological and environmental conditions that naturally prevent and dispel addiction.”

I read stupid, childish pieces like this one and realize that until these idiots learn to keep their idiocy to themselves we will never win back the Congress, the governorships and the White House. Who in their right mind would want to vote for the same people this kind of folks supports?

All of a sudden, Liberals are discovering that Putin is bad. This is unbelievably pathetic.

A glaring case of a strawman argument: “Vox has a very interesting report that shoots a big hole in the theory that Hillary Clinton spoke too much about “identity politics” (gay people, minorities, or immigrants) in her campaign, which blew her chances with the inhabitants of the Red State bubbles.” When people say that Hillary lost because of identity politics, it doesn’t mean that she mentioned identities in her speeches. Nobody but her followers listened to the entirety of her speeches. What people actually mean is that Democrats have allowed their freakazoid faction to scare crowds of people away with incessant screeching about privilege, segregated toilets, their imagined grievances, the sacred right to slutwalk, and idiotic stuff like that. No, Hillary didn’t mention this crap in her speeches. But she was tainted by a perceived association with these grievous fools.

This article about academia. edu is by the kind of academic I detest: smug and stupid in her smugness. Since this loser published the idiotic screed, academia.edu has revealed its for-profit model. And as anybody with an iota of intelligence could have guessed, it’s not about “mining for sale” the stupid articles of the linked idiot. It’s simply about offering extra features to those who want them. Just like any app on the planet.

I’m sure most people who read my blog are not aware, but this is another enormously important story to those who once again will not be showing up to vote for our candidates. I think it makes sense to know why people are really refusing to join your side.

Turns out my weird day was actually a sign of brilliant intuition. Everybody who did manage to drive wherever they wanted to got hopelessly stuck. The roads got frozen over and turned into an ice-skating rink. It’s taking everybody 5-6 hours to get home.

I’m now super glad I didn’t spend the day in a neighboring town. I can’t take two steps on this ice. Driving on it would be impossible.

It’s possible that I heard a weather forecast, didn’t pay attention, but it stuck in my subconscious and prevented me from leaving town.

Romney confidants say they still believe Trump and Vice President-electMike Pence were genuinely vetting Romney for the job, with phone calls, a meeting at Trump’s golf course in Bedminster, N.J., and a sumptuous two-hour dinner at Jean Georges in Manhattan, complete with frog legs and diver scallops.

Yes, His Majesty will totally be helping regular folks in between sumptuous frog leg dinners at Jean Georges. The plight of the Regular Joe is very close to his diver-scallop-nourished heart. 

Whew, what a relief we didn’t elect one of those nasty coastal elites who keep dropping thousands at chichi French restaurants in Manhattan.

Today I was going to visit a mall, go to Barnes and Noble, visit a Japanese restaurant for lunch, sample some new teas. This was supposed to be my reward for finishing out the semester and submitting the final grades.

 The mall is located on a direct line from my house. All I need to do is leave the house, drive in a straight line for 25 minutes, and I’m there. But. . . I got lost. Circled around for an hour, ended up in a trailer park I never knew existed, grew desperate, and went home. 

There are days when I’m just weird and everything I do ends up being weird. I’m now trying to make some borscht under the theory that it’s something I can’t mess up no matter how off I’m feeling. 

I’m going to cook for 3 events in the next 2 weeks: my little nephew’s first birthday, Christmas, and New Year’s.

Christmas will be traditional American with turkey, braised red cabbage, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and green peas.

New Year’s will be traditional Soviet with Soviet champagne ☭, Georgian wine and the dishes you could have found on any Soviet table on December 31, 1982.

My nephew’s birthday will be fusion because that’s how he is. 

Nothing makes me happier than cooking huge meals for people I love. Especially when there is a Christmas tree in the background.

Klara got her hands on a paper napkin, tore it into shreds, and tried eating them.

I grabbed the pieces of the napkin and hid them in my fist. Klara thought about it for a bit and came up with a great way to make me open my fist. She started clapping because she knows that whenever she claps I start clapping too to reinforce her new clapping skill. The moment I opened my palm to clap, she pounced. She grabbed the pieces of napkin and stuffed them into her little mouth. I’d barely had time to understand what just happened.

This is one bright baby. 

Jack was a psychotherapist’s son and he never begged his parents to buy him toys at the store. Instead, he’d start from afar asking, “Mommy, was your childhood also bleak and miserable?”

Please read this, and share it on social media, to help plucky little Vanity Fair avoid the awful fate wished on it by the Emperor-to-Be and restaurant metacritic, Great Helmsman Donald J. Trump.

No, please, please don’t. The ridiculous drama over the Vanity Fair restaurant review is a ploy to distract you from the reports on how Putin personally directed the efforts to elect Trump and from discussions of the oligarchic cabinet Trump selected to please his handlers. 

We have already pissed away the election on these stupid stories and tweets about burgers, tacos, fingers, plucky Vanity Fairs, and all the rest of it. Let’s stop already.