While the writing part of my sabbatical is going great, the reading side of it is not proceeding according to plan. I find it hard not to veer off in all kinds of directions because there are so many fascinating things to read. And then I find myself reading all kinds of things that don’t make a whole lot of sense for my research. Of course, I can explain how I got to the accounts of medieval Spanish historians from the literature of the economic crisis but that’s not very helpful.

It was so great to be a student with a reading list given to me by somebody else.

Nation-building always rests on a very bizarre set of activities. This year, for instance, Russians are spending an insane amount of money to celebrate the birthday (or is it the death?) of a medieval prince of Kiev who lived 1,000 (one thousand) years ago.

The fellow’s big achievement seems to be that he forced his subjects to adopt Christianity. He almost went with Islam because the idea of having many wives was attractive but the prohibition of alcohol made him choose Christianity instead. There was also a reason why he didn’t choose Judaism but I forget what it was. A shame, too, because a Jewish Ukraine would have solved the problem of Middle Eastern tensions easily.

Why the Russians, only 2% of whom even practice Christianity, would go so nuts over some fellow from Kiev who lived 1,000 years ago cannot be explained in terms of logic.

Unfortunately, some facile Ukrainians have joined the madness and are engaging in the competition of “No, the medieval prince is really ours.” It makes me curl my toes in shame when I hear a fellow Ukrainian begin to debate who’s more entitled to the medieval fellow.

As Ernest Renan pointed out, nationalism requires too much belief in what is patently untrue. Ascribing a nationality to some poor fellow from a millennium ago who would have been completely baffled by the idea of a passport is one example.

Canadians are so bored with their own politics that whenever you ask about their election, they become fidgety and bored and switch the conversation to the American presidential campaign.

One category of people I don’t get are those who work with a personal trainer. Why would one actually pay to have somebody stare at one while one sweats, grunts, and adopts ridiculous poses?

It sounds like in Zimbabwe nobody cares about the stupid lion or tiger or whatever it was. People might even have actual problems in Africa that make the lion hysteria look a tad silly.

Drivers as young as 18 years old could be allowed to drive 80,000-pound trucks between states if Congress goes along with a proposal backed by the U.S. trucking industry that safety advocates say would be a disaster.

Yes, that’s totally what we need. Teenagers driving enormous trucks. Well, it seems like in this country it doesn’t bother anybody to have epileptics and depressives on the road, so why not.

It’s unbelievable that in 2015 there are still hotels that charge extra for Wi-Fi. I’d never go to such a hotel because in the hospitality business nothing is ever accidental. A facility that charges for Wi-Fi will be outdated in other way and will treat customers like complete tools.

Finally, people are starting to wake up. Here is an article that repeats almost verbatim everything I’ve been telling you for years: whatever Putin does is not reactive, he’s not responding to any actions of the West,  his actions are motivated by internal needs.

I have no doubt that eventually the truth will sink into the lazy brains of even the staunchest defenders of the idiotic “If Putin sneezes, it must mean that Americans provoked him into it.” It’s a pity this is taking so long but lessons of obsessive, diseased patriotism take a long time to unlearn.

Remember where you heard all of this first.

A bill is being brought before the Russian parliament that will force restaurants to make at least 50% of the food they serve traditional Russian cuisine in order to promote patriotism. Freedom Fries have finally been defeated as the favorite food of crazed patriots.

This is especially hilarious since traditional Russian cuisine was destroyed back in 1917. Based on the way pre-revolutionary authors made it sound, it was great. But nobody knows it any longer or has access to the ingredients. The Russians might just as well mandate the use of the cuisine that was popular in the Roman Empire. But when did little things like practicality ever stop passionate patriots?