Just a quick hello from Thailand (I am having a super wicked sweet awesome time - more on that later) to say:
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
THANK YOU
My PCPP Photography Club has been fully funded. Thank you to everyone who donated, emailed helpful hints, and sent me boxes of photography things. You all are the best family that any person could ever ask for.
Zorsa! (Awesome in Avar)
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Löki in Thailand
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Nome is Home
Well folks. I am going to try and get a couple more posts written and scheduled before I head out on vacay, but if I don't:
Friday, December 18, 2009
Not Gəşəng Enough
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The PC Experience
I got a funny story (actually, I've got many).
So, a few weeks ago, I hopped a train to Baku for...well, why I was going is not the point. Now, I am not a big train person, but this trip was unavoidable and even more frustratingly, I was going alone.
Anyway, at first, I started to chat up a family, but was moved to a room with a single female. After about ten minutes, the woman and I (she was an older grandma type) enjoyed a sparse conversation (if not also grammatically incorrect) about Yeltsin. A few stops later, two older gentlemen boarded the train and we struck up a conversation about who I was, where I am from, and why I was wearing a pair of xtratufs.
After about 15 minutes, the three of them started to speak about something in rapid-fire Azerbaijani. I tuned it all out (which I later realized was my downfall) and kept on reading The Shock Doctrine. Well, about an hour later, 15 manat appeared before my eyes with strict instructions to buy better shoes. I tried to give the money back, but alas, my single-divorced-parent-volunteer status resigned me to a charity case in need of some Azerbaijani approved black boots.
(Jaclyn has some pretty gəşəng boots).
So, a few weeks ago, I hopped a train to Baku for...well, why I was going is not the point. Now, I am not a big train person, but this trip was unavoidable and even more frustratingly, I was going alone.
Anyway, at first, I started to chat up a family, but was moved to a room with a single female. After about ten minutes, the woman and I (she was an older grandma type) enjoyed a sparse conversation (if not also grammatically incorrect) about Yeltsin. A few stops later, two older gentlemen boarded the train and we struck up a conversation about who I was, where I am from, and why I was wearing a pair of xtratufs.
After about 15 minutes, the three of them started to speak about something in rapid-fire Azerbaijani. I tuned it all out (which I later realized was my downfall) and kept on reading The Shock Doctrine. Well, about an hour later, 15 manat appeared before my eyes with strict instructions to buy better shoes. I tried to give the money back, but alas, my single-divorced-parent-volunteer status resigned me to a charity case in need of some Azerbaijani approved black boots.(Jaclyn has some pretty gəşəng boots).
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