Thursday, March 17, 2011

Day 63 Wednesday

One of the things beloved says to me every week--man, we should record that sound! 


Imagine someone laying on the horn of the car for five solid seconds, then a couple toots in the middle of one more five-second long blast. Yep, everyday, several times a day, you hear the call of the water-truck. Sounds like a good title for a book or a movie!


The water truck is apparently a staple of Azerbaijani culture and infrastructure. These ancient trucks rumble up and down the streets, seldom exceeding the limits of first gear, blasting their siren call into the homes and apartments of Ganja. It stops every hundred yards or so, or wherever the people with the plastic containers are gathered. Every time I have encountered the water truck it is a pleasant, cultural experience. People interact and shake hands and talk to each other. I have been assured that the water is of much better quality than what comes from the tap, and it is relatively inexpensive. Beloved has coerced me into walking out to the water truck to purchase water on several occasions now. Walk up to the back of the truck, turn the spigot, smile and give the driver 40 qapiq. Five gallons for sixty cents, not bad. 


This week has been busy with work from the USA, The Salesman has been working hard and is breaking into a new field, digital advertising. He wants to create a 12-second ad that has some movement (Flash) and loop together 30 or so of these, then display them on a big-screen monitor inside grocery stores. And wherever else he can find a market for them--which, given his track record, should be lots of places. So, I have been brushing up on my skills with Adobe Flash, and having some fun with that!

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