Slow blog day

It's bound to happen now and again, as if the endless intoning of the Khodorkovsky verdict and the blazing Moscow heat had come round the world to suck all the energy out of me right here on a drizzly day in in the heart of the great Garden State. I have almost nothing to say.

Generally speaking, blogs impose an incredible amount of discipline on one. I used be tremendously impressed that journalists could just churn out stories day after day after day. Still am. The blog gives one the structure to accomplish the same feat. Sometimes to the readers dismay.

On the subject of Khodorkovsky and Russia, then, let me just say that it's pretty scary the stuff I've heard coming out of Russia of late. If Kafka had seemed to have gone on vacation over there briefly, he's back in full force. Police in riot gear closing off streets at random times for document checks. The street construction outside Khodorkovsky's courthouse. Creative stuff. Stuff you don't think of.

Reading a book on Boris Berezovsky right now by a guy from Forbes named Paul Klebnikov. A guy who got shot in the back of the head on a Moscow street last year. A good investigative journalist, but no one I would have killed.