Eli and I have been up to no good. We’ve been acting like hedonistic Americans for weeks, now. I’m almost ashamed to admit it: We’ve been listening to National Public Radio.
One of the benefits to being in a city like Lənkəran is that we can get onto the internets fairly often. And some people even get it to their homes! Eli is in this latter group, piping internet to his house. People who are in villages don’t have this luxury. This being the case, we are making sure we enjoy our internet freedom to the max. It’s almost sinful. Recently, we’ve been enjoying the radio stylings of Peter Sagal and Carl Kasell on Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me! and the brilliance of Kai Ryssdal’s Marketplace. If we’re not careful, we might continue this sinful spiral, adding things like This American Life and Car Talk. In fact, this afternoon, we celebrated with a high-five when we could say that we were among the first to hear today’s Morning Edition out of Boston. You can take the boy out of NPR’s broadcasting range, but you can’t take the NPR out of the boy.