I just returned from a rainy tour via mazda taxi with my Uzbek host. We had to run to the market to get some meat and veggies for dinner. The driver was Azerbaijani and spoke Russian, Georgian, Azerbaijan, and some English. He and my host spoke Russian. I sat in the back, kind of zoned … Continue reading
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I recently went to the Art Institute of Chicago to see the “Van Gogh’s Bedrooms” exhibit with my friend Michelle, and it was worth the visit. What was especially significant about this particular exhibit is that this was the first time all three of Van Gogh’s bedroom paintings were in the same space in North America, and, … Continue reading