In which I collect otherwise random thoughts and attempt to tell them in an amusing way.
customs and life
In which I get out of the city, and go to the Old City.
In which I shift efforts at work, burn sugar, narrowly avoid getting emotionally involved with an insect, and learn an odd metro custom.
In which sparks... fly?
In which I discuss publicly accessible information (and show that I did in fact learn something in that Russian studies degree) as well as a few tidbits about regular life
In which you get a window to my work and hear about my ovenless culinary adventures.
In which I have nice walks, good conversations, and (mostly) figure out my washing machine
... in which I find somewhere to live, and start to get acquainted with Azerbaijani culture.