Had a huge culture shock today: my godfather’s family (who are kindly putting me up in Moscow) does not have a microwave. My godfather, the same man who wears Dolce & Gabbana shorts around the house, whose ultra-contemporary apartment is located in one of Moscow’s nicest areas, has to use a saucepan to heat up leftovers. The indignity! When America elects a Mormon in 2008, we can at least cling to our Lean Cuisine.
World War II memorial and the Moscow Government Institute, in the distance:
evidence that the circle of modernity (?) has turned and turned again: my mom’s neighbor (in southern california) doesn’t have a microwave because plans for one didn’t fit into her carefully-designed kitchen, and “microwaved food tastes bad anyway”.
This is kinda funny. Maybe he cant find Dolce & Gabbana microwaves.