? זאָג, פון אוקראינע װאס זיינט איר אװעק —
Quite apart from events on the world stage, every day this week has contained some additional stressor, of which the latest example was
spatch needing to spend the day at the ER for what turned out to be diverticulitis. He is home now with antibiotics and enjoying some well-deserved soup. My ability to do very much this week beyond work has been somewhat frustrated. Someday, statistically, someone I care for or even just know socially will catch a break and it will be awesome.
In terms of ongoing resources for Ukaine, Razom seems to have the bases covered. I found myself saying elsenet that I don't think I'm old enough to blame it on the failure of historical memory, but I keep catching takes from people who seem to have forgotten that the Yugoslav Wars—Bosnia, Croatia, Kosovo—even happened and it is very strange. I understand the significance of the eight-decade mark since one stable sovereign nation in Europe invaded another. But it's not as though we haven't seen sieges and airstrikes in places that didn't look sufficiently (there are not enough scare quotes in the world) foreign as to feel safely distant since then.
Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: mir zaynen do, af Ukraynish.
In terms of ongoing resources for Ukaine, Razom seems to have the bases covered. I found myself saying elsenet that I don't think I'm old enough to blame it on the failure of historical memory, but I keep catching takes from people who seem to have forgotten that the Yugoslav Wars—Bosnia, Croatia, Kosovo—even happened and it is very strange. I understand the significance of the eight-decade mark since one stable sovereign nation in Europe invaded another. But it's not as though we haven't seen sieges and airstrikes in places that didn't look sufficiently (there are not enough scare quotes in the world) foreign as to feel safely distant since then.
Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: mir zaynen do, af Ukraynish.

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The other analogy, one that struck me tonight on my way home, is one I’d hesitate to air on someplace like Twitter because people would think I’m being flippant— but I trust people here to understand that when I suggest life is currently imitating Duck Soup (1933), I am fully aware of how terrifying that scenario is.