I just got back from Moscow. It was the best trip I have ever had there. Heck, it was one of the best trips for work that I have ever had – not to mention one that involved a trade show. I discovered a new facet of the Russian people that I’ve never seen before. As it turns out, they have an intense love of … Continue reading Karaoke in Russia
Those limoncellos are for you, dear readers. As I sit here and try not to post nudity or tons of profanity on my blog, you continue to visit. For pictures of Minnie Mouse cakes and reviews of some of the best bands on earth, you come. I’m not sure why you do, but you do. The web is a weird place. My ego is stroked … Continue reading Gosh, Thanks!
I saw this in Stromovka Park the other day. I didn’t go in. Continue reading Sausage Fest – Prague
We had a critter living on our balcony (or “terrace” as the folks here call it) up until last week. I killed the little SOB. It’s the second time we’ve had a rodent problem in this apartment and it’s really starting to tick me off. There is so much construction in our Prague neighborhood that it’s absolutely no surprise that the furry little buggers are … Continue reading Dirty Mouse
While back home in DC, I was whacked up the side of the head with the sheer volume of advertising and promotion everywhere. Yeah, there are ads in Prague but they’re not in my language so I don’t pay much attention to them. As for TV, the satellite service I have has PSA’s instead of the normal ads so the barrage in the US of … Continue reading Advertising Culture Shock in Washington, DC
Just one final impression of Prague for you during my last hours in the Czech Republic. What I’m about to tell you is a phenomenon that is highly Czech from all accounts. Nevertheless, I’ve only ever heard about it and read about it from friends or on other expat blogs. You know, kind of like the Sasquatch. There’s the thing about being an expat, the … Continue reading The Czech Sasquatch – In His Underwear
Man, these posts just write themselves. Look at the tastily named pack of noodles I found at the Tesco the other day. I’m thinking of having them with a cold Pocari Sweat. Continue reading Grunt for Dinner