Little Yurt on the Steppe

On the road to Cyberia I took a wrong turn and ended up on the Great Eastern Plains. Fortunately, a group of Khalkha nomads took me in and taught me the secrets of life on the steppe. Now, I sit in my yurt, eating mutton dumplings and drinking a weak milk tea as I recount my tales of this Mongolian life.

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Playing second fiddle to the brass

For those who contend that America is so sue-happy to sorely require tort reform, I simply present this news item about orchestral musicians in Germany, who must be making our TV lawyers weep with joy about now.

posted by Alexander Dubcek | 20:55

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