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Today in teaching, a student asked me what I thought would happen if Russia makes a military move against Ukraine (troops are massing on the border, who knows what will happen) and I wanted to say, "Who knows? Maybe the leaders can just get their dicks out and measure and be done with it," but that's not appropriate. What I ended up saying was that I think we would all, in this classroom, be physically safe. I have Ukrainian students. We have a school in Ukraine. I'm having 80's kid Cold War flashbacks.
I really, really need to get out, and I want all my sweet kids to get somewhere safe, but where even would that be? Can we all move to, like, Finland? That's safe, right? Maybe New Zealand? Who t-f knows?
On a more lighthearted note, I was reading a translated article about sanctions and counter-sanctions. Belarus will be banning certain products from EU countries in response to sanctions, like German chocolates and Italian and French cheeses. In a section about produce, however, one line just made me laugh.
Speaking of imported fruit, the translated line says: It is not clear what will happen to the persimmon, which is almost all treacherously Spanish.
The persimmon is treacherously Spanish sounds like a line of terrible spy dialogue.
What a fucking world.
I really, really need to get out, and I want all my sweet kids to get somewhere safe, but where even would that be? Can we all move to, like, Finland? That's safe, right? Maybe New Zealand? Who t-f knows?
On a more lighthearted note, I was reading a translated article about sanctions and counter-sanctions. Belarus will be banning certain products from EU countries in response to sanctions, like German chocolates and Italian and French cheeses. In a section about produce, however, one line just made me laugh.
Speaking of imported fruit, the translated line says: It is not clear what will happen to the persimmon, which is almost all treacherously Spanish.
The persimmon is treacherously Spanish sounds like a line of terrible spy dialogue.
What a fucking world.
