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This thread has lake Bikal and lake Bakai but it is Baikal. Buryat-Mongolic languages origin. In Buryat it is pronounced closer to Baygal, the meaning is something like "rich lake" or "nature" -- I guess it was almost the same thing to the folks who named it.

Pushkin Boulevard, Donetsk. It used to be my most stomped stomping ground -- the road from home to school, then to the university, then to work. To two theaters (Drama and Opera/Ballet) and two movie theaters. Also a meeting place when planning stuff with friends (many benches to sit on, wooden and comfortable). A dating launchpad (the monument on the right is to Alexander Pushkin, referred to by the locals as "The Head" -- circa high school years, if undecided in advance where to go or if to go somewhere with this guy at all, agree to meet "under The Head," take it from there). And a walking strip with kids -- in a stroller first, and later on foot. Roughly 15-20 minutes to get anywhere at all from home. No car and screw public transportation. It was a lucky location in that respect.

Do you mean "where is this place" or "why am I not in this picture?"

Ack, I forgot. "There was a study" (got to use this ridiculous phrase that, without further examination, has 0% information validity value in all cases) which asserted that people who live together for a long time use each other as extended memory files, which benefits their individual memory. Perhaps people who post together for a long time also reap those anti-forgetfulness benefits? My favorite lines were, "This octopus, let's give him boots, send him to North Korea" ...and the way they rhymed it with "gonorrhea."

@Nungali This song was probably written by one of those former little catholic kids -- just the way they heard it. I think it's brilliant, phonetically and poetically.

Far on down the track there's a monkey on the train singing a sad song

Yes, that was explained under the story post factum, and redditors also explained that it happened because the newspaper laid off everybody who used to be responsible for these things not happening. (Not its first rodeo with sloppiness.)

Yes, it's a wise saying even thought it's fake Latin. A motto especially apt for a high school teacher to live by. There's a whole bunch of not quite real Latin proverbs I remember, some "almost" the real thing... like, Lingua Latina non est penis canina. And a friend, a med student at the time, once commented in all seriousness when we were planning a picnic in the woods and it started raining, Per aspera ad anus. This one has since become my favorite expression for when things one carefully plans and looks forward to go bust for whatever reason. It's exactly the same idea which Shakespeare expressed in his characteristic, much more flowery way: And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.

I have some random Latin in my head from the university course, but the last time I was able to read the news in Latin was circa the Bello Gallico time -- which was current events around 50 BC.

Everybody knows paper newspapers are in decline -- but this article appeared last Friday in the San Diego Union Tribune both in its paper version delivered to subscribers and the digital online version. The article itself is in Latin (not the first, second, or 100th most spoken language around here), and its title seems to clash with the editors' attempt at classically educating the readers, if that's what they had in mind.