If you were born in the Soviet Union and are of a certain age, ice is your enemy. As the daughter of émigrés from Ukraine, I was raised on room-temperature beverages and always associated ice with a raft of great American stuff other kids were allowed to have but I wasn’t: puppies, sheet cake, fun. My own grandmother would cringe from a glass of ice water as if it were a syringe of Ebola virus. To this day I have no idea what disease she associated with the consumption of cold liquids. Pneumonia? Athlete’s foot? Chlamydia?
I am very excited to report that apparently Alina Simone has an entire book out titled You Must Go Out and Win and the Wall Street Journal describes it as "a frenzied, Eastern European musician’s version of humorist David Sedaris’s books". Sounds like a blast, doesn't it!