(----) in Russia Vol. 32: Two Days

Saturday, April 24:


"nap 1"


"nap 2" (note first napper in background)


"that's not scary"


"cat"

Thursday, April 29:


"haircut"


"dog for sale" (for Rikk...happy birthday)


"Cos"

On the High Seas

Today Jennifer travels to France. By boat! Here is a blog where you can track her. I hope she comes home soon.

(----) in Russia Vol. 31

You know you're in Russia when fucking bombs go off in the metro. The day it happened, not many people were riding (above).


The day after at Park Kultury metro station.


More at Park Kultury.


Flowers at Lubyanka.


Meanwhile: "Why don't koala bears get colds?"


Parkour by the river.


Why I do not wear shorts.




"The cigarettes have moved to the other pavilion."


Sword shopping.




"Eat America!"


Cognac in a police-car shaped receptacle.


Typical liquor counter at a grocery store.

(----) in Russia: A Logical Progression

There is No Other

The Herman Melville of dubstep. The Alexis de Tocqueville of crunk. The Roberto Bolano of chopped and screwed. There is no other. Now the world may know Silk Nogg. Free album download here.

I has my own blog

Hello readers of Tropic of Food, I figured now was a good enough time to announce my new music-related blog that I started a few weeks ago. It's called Matt's Recordmendations and you can find it at mattsrecords.blogspot.com. I'm trying to post about new and old stuff that I find enjoyable. It's really not too major at this point, but you might as well look at it. Today's post is ACC Tournament related, and I'll probably combine music and sports again in the future, as you might expect. Thanks for reading!

(----) in Russia Vol. 30: Hot Kiev Nightz

You know you're in Kiev when in the span of 10 minutes you are threatened with a broken bottle and then are helping the person who threatened you put iodine on a very minor scrape on his wrist that he claims was an irritant that factored into your potential maiming. Oh, and also when entrances to museums look like potential sets from "The Shining."


Matrix roller coaster.


Soviet rainbow monument.






Kiev residents.








Man carrying bag of Ukrainian grits. I am not lying.






"Mister Snack: Sandwich Bar"


Burrito instructions at the puzzling "Potato House" restaurant, which was supposed to be a Mexican restaurant but seemed to have some serious identity issues.


Case in point, Exhibit A: Potato House dessert icon.


Case in point, Exhibit B: Potato House Native American statues.


Case in point, Exhibit C: Potato House bathroom.


....Rikk....?

(----) in Berlin: The Outtake

Finchik, MC Cat Pants and Erichka. When we were called up, the dude couldn't read the handwriting, so he summoned "Finchik and Mag Head Pants" to the stage.

yeah, it's dark. just listen.

(----) in Russia Vol. 30

You know you're in Russia in February when it is butt-ass cold. Nose-hair freezing cold. Could slip on the ice and break yr neck cold. Don't leave the house without gloves cold...


...river-is-butt-ass-frozen cold....


... so cold even posters of Dave Gahan have frozen snot....


...and you can't leave your windshield wipers on the glass...


...and you gotta park in a bank of black snow.




But the dogs don't care.




Band practice.






Hockey time. Dinamo Moscow slaughtered some poor other team. But the crowd was the real attraction.












These guys are the OMON, the Russian equivalent of the SWAT team. They break rocks on each other's stomachs with hammers and shit. For fun. They were there to keep order.






Bathroom air freshener scent. If we're talking "After Rain" in Moscow, we're talking a lot more toxic than anything that came out of someone's butt.




Park Kultury metro.


Butterfly.


This is an ad for an investment company. On the right it says, "Earn more than you would at the bank!" Usually, the left-hand side has an image of a jar full of dollars and euros, but some clever person put this sticker over it of Putin, some cronies and a U.S. booty.


Yeah, I bet that shit is "Euro Fresh".........


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