Classy jingoistic loveliness that I saw on my ride to work today.

This says, in Russian, “Destination: Berlin”, that used to be common on WWII era Soviet tanks, along with a picture of a T-34 next to it.
To complete the look, a St Petersburg logo below, a Russian imperial eagle in the front, and a VIP AUTO vanity plate.

Of course, in a twist of irony, for someone who still lives 70 years ago, and itches to attack Berlin again, he (it has to be a he) drives an Axis-power-made SUV.

I heard these are common in Russia these days, but interesting to see here. It is pretty much equivalent to someone driving a Ford F150 around Moscow with stars-and-stripes and a “these colors don’t run” sticker. Classy.

Made an offer at asking $559K price for a wreck of an apartment in a former low-income housing project building facing a highway. Couldn’t sleep because of half-dreams about that building’s hall-of-mirrors lobby, dimly-lit corridors and the creaking elevator smelling vaguely of urine, accompanied by a lifetime of debt and no travel.

And now I get a call from the broker saying how we should up our offer because there was a lot of interest from other buyers, and they expect a bidding war.

Screw this! If someone else wants it, let them have it.

(this also means that we won’t find anything better)