Catholics are always trying to find out if you’re Catholic.

There are not many Catholics in Russia. And yet, as fortune would have it, the only Catholic church in Perm happens to be located a block away from my university. I have been attending mass there since my arrival, and I like the place, but I was beginning to feel awkward about not having introduced … Continue reading Catholics are always trying to find out if you’re Catholic.

I got walnut brownie brains, and molasses in my veins: part II

I announced to my course-mates and my Russian host family that I wanted to cook them a Thanksgiving dinner, and was both surprised and gratified by the enthusiastic response. Everyone had an idea of what to expect, but no one was sure about the particulars, myself included. Cooking in foreign countries is difficult, because the … Continue reading I got walnut brownie brains, and molasses in my veins: part II

I got walnut brownie brains, and molasses in my veins: part I

Eric Hobsbawm died a few weeks back. I noticed at the time, because he, along with Terence Ranger, edited a history book called The Invention of Tradition, the significance of which I judge to be fairly high given the number of times it has been on the “recommended reading” lists for my history courses. I … Continue reading I got walnut brownie brains, and molasses in my veins: part I