In Which Your Humble Blogger feels that the somewhat-more-accurate-to-Ukrainian pronunciation that is newly fashionable scans much better than the old Yiddish-inflected pronunciation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger retells a we-ee-ee-eird experience.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually sat in front of one city pretty much directly, but that's probably not the reason for the loss.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should make a note to come back in fourteen years and add a bunch of predictions to this note.
In Which Your Humble Blogger seems not to have W.H. Audened here before.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did get a sticker, so that's all right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows there are plenty of non-English news organizations in the US doing fine journalism today, but I don't see 'em.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is just sharing a moment with y'all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger says "Oh, my" to the screen.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to the Madisonian idea that politics is fundamentally about politics.
