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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Pardon my French

Evidently it ain't easy being French-American. Although the Franco-American community in Maine is trying to revive the French language.

I find it really interesting that this article notes how "Maine elected its first openly French-American congressman, Michael H. Michaud, in 2002." I guess being French-American carries almost as much stigma as being gay. Who knew?

posted by Alexander Dubcek | 13:13

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