Tomorrow, Carpetblogger and The Producer head to Amerikastan for three and a half weeks, three weddings, one 40th birthday and five states. We're also going to sell the mysterious contents of our Portland storage unit in our neighbor's front yard, swim in the Pacific Ocean and officiate at the "wedding" of our dearly beloved Chiplomat and Bentonator in Morro Bay. We're going to eat cheese that isn't white, drink wine and beer that doesn't taste like ass and eat Hood Canal oysters until we puke. If those activities don't generate a worthwhile post or two, we might retire from blogging.
In the meantime, if you want to read about Heydar Aliyev's personality cult, or Baku's mosque scene, check out our blogfriend Josh Kucera's excellent pieces on Slate this week from his visit last summer (and we say that not just because he linked to us and made us feel guilty for never writing anything anymore. Welcome Slate readers!)