A mass demolition of Russias iconic Khrushchevka apartments will leave 2 million people with no choice about their next home. So why did so many approve it?
Moscow is enduring one of its periodic urban convulsions: plumes of dust fill the air, cranes proliferate across the skyline and the street are soundtracked by pneumatic drills. In the city centre, new parks, infrastructure and freshly decorated historical monuments are the most visible signs of renewal. But there is another, less visible reconstruction programme going on- and one that is startling in its scale.
In June this year, the Moscow Duma unanimously approved the demolition of more than 4,000 apartment blocks in various sites across the sprawling city, home to virtually 2 million people. Most of this housing is privately owned, the consequence of the privatisation of state housing after the collapse of the Soviet Union. It has been a highly controversial decision, bringing thousands of Muscovites into the streets in protest.Continue reading
As a kid, did you ever wonder why your mothers would chuckle so hard at the cartoons you were watching sometimes? Well, we might have found the answer. It turns out that those Disney movies, Nickelodeon shows, and Cartoon Network specials we would watch way back when were actually loaded with subtle, well-hidden dirty jokes that altogether went over all of our heads. Here at Bored Panda , we’ve compiled a list of some of the most hilarious – and shocking – ‘bordering-on-adult’ scenes from children’s programming we could find, and we think you’re old enough to see it for yourself now. Just beware that you may never be able to see your old favorite cartoons the same way ever again.
Scroll down for the dirty truth, and be sure to vote for the ones that gave you a guilty chuckle.
Britains finest transvestite potter is hard at work investigating the nature of masculinity. Over a game platter near his London home, he discusses motorbikes, body image and more
For a while, perhaps all his life, Grayson Perry has been making a study of what it means to be a human. So, what do two blokes nursing a beer in the corner of a tavern talk about of a Tuesday lunchtime? The topics of dialogue with Britains greatest ever transvestite potter-cum-tapestry-maker kick off as follows: what do net curtains genuinely signify( he was working on a hypothesi on his way here ); the difficulty of taking corners at velocity on a 9ft-long pink motorbike( he is having a more wieldy model custom built in Sussex ); books as the last talisman of savour( they are the knick-knacks of thought, arent they ?); and the distinction, if any, between bohemians and hipsters( as soon as something becomes a phenomenon its already died ).
We are in the Drapers Arms in Islington , north London, a place in which we both feel something of a proprietorial interest. I lived in a flat across the road 20 -odd years ago, when this place was more a scoundrels saloon than gastropub. Perrys association goes back further. He moved into his wife Philippas house near here in the mid-1 980 s, and watched the region become a byword for gentrification. Hes more commonly found in an unreconstructed caff on nearby Upper Street, he insists, but the Drapers is a good option if he is going posh. One way of looking at his career, he indicates, is that he has expended half a lifetime operate and saving enough money to move his studio from Walthamstow to within a five-minute bike ride of his home. He calculates that the relocation of space cost him 220,000 a mile( seven in all ).
We are alone in the pub at midday, save for a guy who has just finished painting the far wall. Perry , now 57, is in civvies T-shirt and zip-up jacket and jeans and straggly hair. The previous hour I assured him he was full Bo-Peep and platform clogs at the opening of an exhibit of The Vulgar at the Barbican( Dedicated the theme I had to make an effort, he says ). The fact that he seems equally at ease in both incarnations suggests that he has long since got his own version of manhood definitively cracked.
He is less certain of what to order. His wifes away on holiday and hes not that much of a cook, so he wants to make sure he has a decent feed. I often get ordering wrong and then I detest myself, he says, gruffly. Im a fan of the restaurant where they only have one thing and maybe a vegetarian option. You get what you are given.
The Drapers offers a full nose-to-tail option for the red-blooded male, though it seems a little bit early in the day for ox heart. Im looking at my tactics here, Perry says. Do I want fish for main or fish for starter? Suet crust lamb and carrot pie: I like the sound of that, and theres a donation to Action against Hunger. He rules out the Arbroath smokie. Im loath to eat anything in a restaurant that involves toast. I can get that at home. Im struggling. Im overwhelmed
Given that we are ostensibly here to talk about manliness we opt to bond over a shared plate of game: partridge and teal. Perry sips at a pint of lager. Hes got another do tonight so hes got to go careful on the booze, he says. He determines it harder these days to get drunk twice in a day. Starting out as an artist he would pitch up with Francis Bacon at the Colony Rooms in Soho at lunchtime and drink through to when the pub opened in the evening, and then carry on. Times change.
Of late, he has been touring the country with his show Typical Man in a Dress, and chatting with different groups of men for some documentary raw material. He has a book-length manifesto, The Descent of Man , that dismantles the default male, that construction that still predominates boardrooms and bar rooms. He stimulates the lawsuit for vulnerability and playfulness. These men have a anxiety of colouring. Its because theyre frightened of making a mistake perhaps. They all wear what I call cowards black. I glance down at my nondescript dark navy attire, and dig into my starter, the ox heart.
Does he ever get heckled on stage?
He doesnt hear much from conventional loudmouths, he says, with some unhappines, more from alpha creative humen in big glasses I can feel them bristling, since they are dont like the idea of me, a non-academic, getting to do the Reith Lectures in a frock.
He is constantly amused by the way that in any given group of men, petty hierarchies immediately emerge. I was with a group of trans people the other week. I heard one say behind people back, Yeah, but hes a just a cross-dresser. No surgery: a lightweight. So, its like, you cant win.
He is not immune to any of that himself, but amused and sometimes angry about it. Hes grown up through therapy, as well as art. As a adolescent in Essex with an absent father and violent stepfather he not only tried on womens clothes for size, but also was preoccupied with war games, planes and motorbikes. He would remove gaskets in his front garden, and roar around the lanes.
Now he looks for that abandon on his mountain bike in Epping Forest. He cycles with a mate. They cycled to Madrid once, though he wouldnt recommend cycling across northern Spain in the summer. You come across these astonishing hilltop townships, but the bit in between is genuinely horrific, hot, dry, and on an -Aroad. Still, they proved that they could.
Our game platter arrives, two roasted birds, side by side. Perry carves them up, has a mouthful of teal: Its good, he says, but its a bit of a fiddle. Teal will stay in my lexicon as a colouring rather than dinner. I use quite a lot of teal orange in my pottery.
Hes in his studio most days. He loves the constructing side of what he does more fun than stripping motorbikes, though it appeals to a similar sense. Because he works on quite a small scale, he needs an awful lot of ideas to fill a display. Its not like I come in with a memory stick and say blow it up to fill the wall.He has a big one-man exhibition coming up at the Serpentine in the summer, so hes hard at it. Trump and Brexit have been a bit of godsend in this respect, dedicating an edge to his examination of the destructive male ego. These things act as smelling salts, he says. As an artist I find it arousing. No doubt it will be a disaster, but also any chance to stick it to my fellow Islington liberals is great.
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Amandla Stenberg called Hollywood out on its ignorance, Marilyn Mosby opposed police brutality and Chi Onwurah joined the shadow cabinet we salute them
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Try dryad's saddle on your next spring foraging adventure
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In addition to the morel mushroom, the dryad's saddle is another wild edible option for spring foragers in Nebraska. GREG WAGNER. Facebook · Twitter · Email; Print; Save. There is a widespread edible fungi that you need to know about. Along with …
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Observer Food Monthly chooses its favourite recipes for brunch including steak and eggs, classic flapjacks and congee
At Balthazar, we use Angus Aberdeen grain-fed beef for this, and we cut the 300 g steak from a small loin to ensure a consistent thickness of around 2cm. Before cook, leave the steaks out of the fridge for about 15 minutes to bring them up to room temperature; this will help the cooking process.
steaks 2 x 300 g
table salt a pinch
freshly ground black pepper
sunflower petroleum 100 ml
free scope eggs 2
Maldon salt flakes
Season the steaks on the two sides with table salt and black pepper. Heat up a non-stick griddle pan on a medium hot. When hot, set the steaks on the pan diagonally( if you cant fit both on, do one at a time) and cook for 2 minutes, then move diagonally for another 2 minutes so that you get a diamond lattice effect on the steaks. Repeat on the other side. Take out of the pan and put onto 2 warmed plates to rest for five minutes. The steaks is likely to be cooked medium( see below ).
While the steak is resting, start frying your eggs in a non-stick frying pan. Set a little sunflower petroleum into the pan and heat up on a medium heat. Slowly crack your eggs into the pan. Cook slowly. When cooked, gently remove and put one on top of each steak. Serve immediately.
A good rule of thumb for cooking steaks is: three minutes on both sides for medium rare; four minutes on each side for medium; five minutes or longer on both sides for well done, all on a consistent hot. Always leave to rest for five minutes before serving.
Robert Reid is executive chef at Balthazar London WC2; balthazarlondon.com
Getting sent an unsolicited dick pic is like getting astonish acupuncture.
Acupuncture, like a dick pic, is merely nice when you have specifically asked for it. Otherwise, it’s just someone sticking needles into your forehead on the subway.
And yet, menon the internetlove sending unsolicited dick pics more than Peter Thiel loves suing Gawker. They can’t get enough of it.
Apparently, women don’t pay enough attention to these men in their non-virtual lives, so the three men have decided to only digitally surprise girls they don’t knowwith their pale, shrunken mushrooms. This, apparently, attains themfeel very good about themselves.
Her perfect and highly effective dick-pic counterpunch is unbelievably simple, but it showedher assailantexactly how unwelcome a picture of a stranger’s random penis is.
She dedicated him a savour of his own medicine, and by medicine, I mean the sudden and unwelcome receiving of disembodied sperm-delivery mechanisms.
“I was nice with[ you ], ” the guy explained. He did, after all, tell her she had nice eyes( after forcing those nice eyes to ensure his gangrenous genitalia that haven’t been touched by anyone other than himself or his dog in 16 years ).
Yes, guy, she will not be able to ****( microwave? befriend? praise ?) one of the penises she arbitrarily find off the internet, and which, this man likely assumes, is connected exclusively to incredibly hot celebrity faces — because that’s how big penises work.
Counterpoint: The Mountain from “Game of Thrones.” Dude’s face looks like my knee, but I’m sure he has a penis at least as large as a base camp on Mount Everest.
Check out Samantha’s Twitterhere.
( CNN ) “I’ve been putting a lot of stuff in pouches so they don’t start nesting in my art. They may come while I’m on the phone, that’s the thing.”
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Will Psychedelic Mushrooms Be on Denver's Ballot in November?
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While many Coloradans are familiar with the recreational use of psychedelic mushrooms (we won't ask how), a growing contingent of Denverites are advocating for the medicinal efficacy of psilocybin, the primary compound in the hallucinogenic fungi. A …
Evacuees from the Chernobyl nuclear accident remember relatives, friends and colleagues who died and the abandoned city proclaimed unsafe for 24,000 years
In a biting wintertime gale, Alexander Petrovich Zabirchenko strolls slowly along a memorial to firefighters and workers who died in the Chernobyl nuclear catastrophe, touching each of the portraits engraved in granite. He does not shiver or complain of the cold. He is a big man and draws himself up to his full height before each sombre stone.
Here is Valeri, and here Vladimir and Alexandr and Anatoli I knew these men, he says. I worked with them. They were colleagues and friends.
As one of the many Chernobyl workers who returned to the devastated plant to fight the fires, Zabirchenko is an official Hero of the Soviet Union. He bats away the honour with a wave of his hand.
These humen were the heroes; every one of them. They died avoiding an even bigger catastrophe. They saved not just Ukraine, Russia or the Soviet Union as it was, but the whole of Europe.
Next month, thousands of men, women and children in the northern Ukrainian city of Slavutych, will gather at the monument here to light candles to the 30 initial victims of the worlds worst nuclear accident. Three decades on, they will recollect not only the dead, but the memories and dreams they left behind in Pripyat, the ghost city that was once their home.Continue reading