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I'm an expat Californian who is obsessed with traveling to strange and exotic destinations in the former Communist Bloc. I also like tacos, surfing, and the geopolitics of oil. Washington, D.C. is currently my home, but I'm looking to break out of this fetid swamp someday. Read more about me here, check out my photo album, or send me an e-mail.

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April 29, 2008

BTC Pipeline wine

Despite being born and raised in the Great State of California, I was never a big fan of wine, one of our most popular exports. I always prefer a pint of beer. Barbaric, I know.

So, for this reason, I don't have a very large collection of wine. In fact, I own only one bottle, as pictured below:

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This is a bottle of Baku-Ceyhan wine produced by Tovuz-Baltiya Ltd, an Azeri wine company. I had some leftover manat burning a hole in my pocket and decided to waste a few minutes in the Baku airport duty free store while waiting for my flight back to Tbilisi. The store products consist mainly of caviar, vodka, and more caviar. I was hoping for a few oil-related souvenirs (I mean, seriously, this is Azerbaijan. What's a girl gotta do to get a mini barrel of authentic Azeri crude with Aliyev's face plastered on it?) but was thoroughly disappointed until I came across this bottle of Baku-Ceyhan wine. It's named after (and the label has a map of) the 1,099 mile Baku-Tbilisi-Ceyhan (BTC) pipeline, which begins at the Sangachal Terminal near Baku, runs through Georgia, and terminates at the Turkish port of Ceyhan, where Azeri crude is loaded onto tankers and transported to market. Having completed my master's degree by writing a dissertation on the BTC pipeline, you could say it's rather close to my heart. Not a bad souvenir for a few manat.

April 28, 2008

Skechers Cali Gear: An insult to the Great State of California

When I saw an advertisement for these shoes at the Pentagon City Mall, I wanted to vomit all over the freshly mopped floor:

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These Croc rip-offs are the most hideous shoes I have ever seen in my life. What's even more insulting is that they have appropriated the term "Cali" for these shoes (I assume they are referring to California and not Cali, Colombia) when, in reality, no self-respecting Californian would be caught dead in them. They should rename these shoes "Nebraska gear" or "Delaware gear" or whatev.

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Real Cali gear

April 26, 2008

Lukashenko sends grads to contaminated areas

Today marks the 22nd anniversary of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster. In Belarus, several thousand protesters marched through Minsk to express their opposition to the government's recent announcement that a quarter of new college graduates would be assigned to areas that were heavily contaminated by radioactive fallout in 1986:

Protester Konstantin Timokhov, 21, said he was deeply worried that the government will force him to work in a contaminated area when he graduates from university.

"The government is hiding the truth from us. My health and my future are in danger," he said.

Radiation levels have declined substantially in most areas near Chernobyl, but scientists disagree on the level of risk.

Some doctors who work in towns downwind from Chernobyl say the health effects are still being felt, and students being sent into these areas are afraid.

Kasya Markouskaya, 23, has been ordered to spend two years in Buda-Koshelyovo, a contamination-area town, when she graduates with a journalism degree this spring.

"My situation is little different from that of a slave who has been forced to do dangerous work," Markouskaya told The Associated Press recently. If she refuses, she will either be stripped of her diploma or required to reimburse the state for the full cost of her education. When she entered university, there were no such strings attached.

The work assignments began last year, and about one-fourth of this year's 21,000 graduates are being sent to the contaminated areas.

Vice Prime Minister Alexander Kosinets said at parliamentary hearings Friday that if the work assignments were canceled, these regions would be left without the doctors, teachers, agricultural workers and other specialists they need.

Many people from these areas moved away; Lukashenko now wants to repopulate them so agriculture and industry can be revived.

Some of the young professionals sent to contaminated regions last year have already fled. About 800 graduates have refused to take up their work assignments this year, the Education Ministry said.

April 21, 2008

Monster dog devours Texas

I bought Tucker a little present while in Texas. I am trying to win his affection and make him gain even more weight:

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I swear, he does not normally wear a t-shirt.

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Attacks the panhandle first. Good boy.

April 14, 2008

They might stage an intervention

I am flying out to San Antonio tomorrow for work. Again, just doing my part to ensure America's energy needs are met. My parents are meeting me in San Antonio over the weekend, as they've never been there and I think they will enjoy the city. I told my mom I would be done with the meetings around noon on Friday, just in time for lunch. Her response?

We will not be eating any of those mega portions of disgusting Texas food, especially the chicken fried bacon dipped in gravy. You are way out of control!

Personally, I still think I have a ways to go before I hit rock bottom.

UES: "We're no Enron"

Unified Energy Systems of Russia, the behemoth responsible for keeping the lights on in Russia, will be disbanded and Russia's electricity tariffs liberalized. The Russians claim that, while formulating their path towards privatization, one of the incidents they've learned from was the California electricity crisis (although if Enron ever tried to mess with the grandmas of Russia like they did with ours in California, they'd have a hell of a lot of angry babushkas on their hands, and that ain't a pretty sight).

(on an interesting side note, ten years ago Enron CEO Ken Lay and UES CEO Boris Brevnov signed a "10-year strategic alliance" and $55 million joint financing project:

According to Brevnov, "This alliance with Enron will enable UES to combine our experience in power generation, transmission, marketing and distribution to identify joint projects in Russia, Europe and Central Asia. I'm pleased this first transaction will provide us with important funding to upgrade power links to our key export markets."

Enron's Ken Lay described the alliance and loan as an "important step in Enron's relationship with UES and in our company's long-term strategy to actively promote and participate in competitive energy markets world-wide. We are pleased to be in partnership with one of the world's largest power companies and to have signed our first commercial transaction with them. We look forward to working with UES to identify other projects that can take advantage of our finance expertise, risk management skills and generation and transmission development capabilities. We are also very optimistic that the rapidly liberalising markets in Russia, Europe and Central Asia will create new electricity trading and marketing opportunities for both of our companies."

Two months later, Brevnov left UES and eventually ended up with a job at...Enron - in the broadband unit, no less.

And now on with the NYTimes article:

The plan’s architects say they have raised $33.9 billion by creating a simple and obvious investment opportunity: the chance to sell heat and light to one of the world’s coldest and darkest countries. Moreover, the Russians say they have learned how to privatize their electricity market by watching the best example of failure: the Americans and Enron.

The Russian state electricity monopoly, Unified Energy Systems, will be disbanded on June 30 after spinning off dozens of subsidiaries and floating a portion of shares in those companies on the Russian stock market, then selling the balance at auctions.

To attract buyers and investors, Russian officials promise they will also liberalize electricity tariffs for industrial consumers by next January.

“From a market point of view, it’s very sexy,” said James R. Fenkner, chairman of Red Star Management, a hedge fund based in Russia. “You are going, all of a sudden, from a system of government-controlled inputs and outputs to a market-based system with more potential for profit.”

[...]

To be sure, enthusiasm has been damped not only by the complexity of the securities, but by memories of President Vladimir V. Putin’s reversal of some oil industry privatizations, and concerns that the same fate could await electricity investors.

In addition, many Russian power plants also generate heat for residential buildings — a market where rates will not be liberalized. Residential heat is transported as steam or hot water in great underground pipes that flow beneath Russian cities and into apartment blocks. The heat is sold as a service to municipalities, at margin-crimping rates. Generally, electricity privatization is fiendishly complex, and it has failed spectacularly before. But the Russians say they have learned from others’ misfortune, especially Enron.

“What happened in California, though it was unfortunate, helped us design restructuring,” Sergei K. Dubinin, the chief financial officer of Unified Energy Systems and a former Russian central banker, said in an interview. “We said we can’t do it that way.”

[...]

One outcome of Russian electricity privatization is likely to be a shift from natural gas to relatively cheaper, but less-clean-burning coal as plants seek savings — indeed, a Citigroup investor note has even recommended investors buy coal-fired plants.

One looming risk, however, is that Gazprom, the gas monopoly, will raise domestic prices for natural gas before the electricity market is fully liberalized, squeezing the profits of the electricity companies and their new owners.

And, as one investor who did not want to be identified because his company deals with Gazprom, noted, “Gazprom is far more powerful than Enron ever was.”

Word. Enron, however, had a much cooler logo than Gazprom does.

April 13, 2008

Win-win for oil co. and enviros in Santa Barbara

If this is approved by the regulators, it's a pretty sweet deal for both the oil company and the environmentalists in Santa Barbara. PXP will be allowed to drill and profit from record oil prices, while prime real estate owned by the company will be spared development and donated to a land conservancy:

A Houston oil company has agreed to shut down its offshore oil production off Santa Barbara County decades early in exchange for approval this year to drill into untapped undersea reserves and cash in on the nation's record oil prices.

To sweeten the deal, Plains Exploration & Production Co. -- known as PXP -- also has agreed to donate about 200 acres of oceanview property along the sparsely populated Gaviota coast and an additional 3,700 acres in Santa Barbara's premier wine-growing region for public parkland. It would withdraw a proposed housing development on that land and pay millions to fund projects that offset carbon dioxide emissions, such as low-emission public buses.

[...]

Steve Rusch, a PXP vice president, said the company was willing to make concessions because it wanted to do more than simply neutralize offshore oil's traditional opponents -- it wanted to enlist their support. Since the 1980s, most offshore oil development in California has been met with fierce opposition, including protracted litigation, congressional moratoriums and bureaucratic delays.

So beginning later this month, Krop and her clients will support PXP in its petition to use "slant drilling" from one of its four offshore platforms to tap into an undersea oil field, the Tranquillon Ridge, that could yield as much as 200 million barrels of oil and 50 billion cubic feet of natural gas.

April 10, 2008

Eating like a Texan, part II: Chicken fried bacon roadtrip

Perhaps I should preface this entry with an email I received from my mom in regards to my Sunday night dinner in Houston:

Subject: Texas food
Lindsay, Are you nuts! If you move to Texas, I hope you don't eat like that all the time. You will be huge, not to mention your arteries clogged.

[...]

Love,
Mom

Mom, as a warning, you might want to stop reading this post now.

When I go to Houston, our meetings are occasionally held at the IAH airport Marriott. It's convenient; your plane lands, you grab your luggage, hop on the mini subway that runs between the terminals, and shortly thereafter find yourself at the hotel. You have breakfast at the hotel, meetings at the hotel, lunch at the hotel, and, since there are no restaurants within walking distance of IAH, dinner at the hotel. The end result is that for a day and a half you exist in this airport/hotel bubble and never actually once step outside (although with Houston's poor air quality, that's probably a good thing).

This most recent trip to Houston, however, involved a roadtrip to Snook, Texas, a small town (population 568) located 100 miles northwest of Houston. I went to Snook with two highly entertaining engineers/bacon aficionados: my boss, and Dave, one of our Houston-based member company guys who heard about a restaurant in Snook and its holy grail of bacon several months prior to our trip. The drive didn’t take very long at all, and the countryside was actually quite beautiful. Trees, farms, cows, bluebonnets, that sort of stuff.

Still, I know what you're thinking. Lindsay, dude, WTF? Why would you drive 200 miles roundtrip, to the middle of nowhere, for dinner? Simple: chicken fried bacon. Let me just emphasize this one more time: CHICKEN. FRIED. BACON.

The restaurant that serves this delicious, artery-clogging appetizer is Sodolak's Original Country Inn, a small establishment where the walls are lined with firefighter gear and the borders of the menus feature ads for funeral homes and gun stores. The staff is friendly (it is Texas, after all), some of the locals are dressed in cowboy boots and hats (again, Texas), and stacks of official Sodolak's Original Country Inn t-shirts and camouflage hats are piled next to the cash register.

We ordered three servings of Sodolak’s infamous appetizer. Chicken fried bacon, as you’ve likely already gathered, consists of long strips of bacon coated in chicken fried steak batter, deep fried, and served with a generous side of cream gravy. It was amazingly delicious, and the fried consistency was perfect (i.e., not too overbearingly thick.)

In addition to the chicken fried bacon, we each had a filet mignon, served with a baked potato, Texas toast, and a side salad that was drowning in ranch dressing (as it should be). For a brief five seconds, I had considered ordering chicken fried steak, but figured that would be pretty intense, especially after the chicken fried bacon. You may not believe this, but even I have limits.

So was Sodolak's worth the 200 mile trip? Yeah, most definitely. I have already found myself craving chicken fried bacon and will be visiting Sodolak's again after I move to Houston (and no, Mom, I won't be eating chicken fried bacon everyday, alright?).

For more on Sodolak's and chicken fried bacon, check out this YouTube video from Texas Country Reporter:


Undisputed Wii Boxing Champion of the World (or, Great Falls, Virginia)

I always thought boxing would be a fun sport to try out, but as much as I'd like to put on some gloves and hit people, I have an incessant fear of getting my teeth knocked out. Really, I would never hear the end of it from my parents.

So what am I to do? Enter Wii boxing.

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Coming soon to HBO Boxing

I don't own a Wii myself, so have to rely on Olga for my dose of Wii. And while I suck at tennis, I'm pretty good at boxing. So good that last night I KO'd anyone willing to step up and challenge my mad boxing skillz, including one incident in which my nunchuck disconnected from my remote and I was forced to beat down my opponent with just one hand.

So if you want to challenge me, I say bring it on. My opponents claim I throw a lot of below the belt bunches, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I might have to step up my game a bit and buy a pair of Wii boxing gloves. Either that, or just duct tape the remote and nunchuck to my hands.

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Where's my gigantic diamond encrusted gold belt?

April 09, 2008

Shoulda stayed in Houston

After having done my small part to ensure that America's growing energy needs are being met, I arrived home from Houston late last night and discovered that the house I am currently living in now closely resembles my dorm in Moscow, without the benefits of actually being in Moscow (i.e, babushkas selling Baltika for 20 rubles). You see, both our internet and shower were broken (the internet, obviously, is now fixed, but apparently we can't use the shower for a bit longer in order to let the caulk dry. Whatev). My roommates blamed the broken internet and shower on yours truly and told me that I had to move to Texas. Well, I am (eventually) and I'll be stealing their dog, too. (He does want to go, BTW. Whenever I ask him if he wants to move to Texas, he gets really excited, although that's probably due to the voice I use. Thinks he's getting a treat or something).

I have a bit more to write about the past couple of days, including part two of "eating like a Texan" (am thinking of making this a regular series), but for now I must prepare for tonight's Wii tournament at Olga's house.

April 07, 2008

Eating like a Texan

I am in Houston for work, but met up with some Cindy and Ann for dinner tonight. We ate at Goode Company BBQ on Kirby Drive. It's a really chill place where you grab a beer from a huge cooler, order your food cafeteria style, and then take your tray outside to the long wooden tables. I had a delicious BBQ beef brisket po'boy, jambalaya texana, Shiner Bock, and a Saint Arnold's root beer. The best part about this place, though, is that there is a gigantic armadillo statue, complete with glowing eyes and longhorns, directly across the parking lot. You really cannot explain such things, as it's to be expected in Texas.

Following dinner, we hit up House of Pies, where I had a slice of "Texas" pecan pie a la mode (of course).

And that's one of the good things about Houston - it's easy to find good and cheap food throughout this city.

April 05, 2008

An affront to my proletarian sensibilities

In particular, this email I received in reference to tomorrow's flight to Houston:

Continental Airlines is pleased to advise you that you have received your complimentary OnePass Elite upgrade to First Class or Business Class.

But really, who am I to deny this upgrade? After all, this presents an excellent opportunity to continue my research into the habits of the American bourgeoisie.

I wonder, though, will they downgrade me if I show up at the airport in flip flops?

"Big Oil" testifies before Congress

This past Tuesday, executives from Exxon Mobil, Shell, BP, Chevron, and ConocoPhillips appeared before Rep. Edward Markey's "Select Committee on Energy Independence and Global Warming" to defend their company's profits. Apparently, Congress is bored with steroids in baseball and wants to prove to their constituents back home that they are "doing something" about those high gas prices. Granted they can't actually do anything about the price of oil and gas, but they can claim they "took on Big Oil" when it comes time to print lit and film the TV commercials for the next election.

The committee's chairman, Rep. Edward Markey, D-Mass., pressed Exxon Mobil's Simon to explain why his company couldn't commit 10 percent of its investments to renewable energy.

"Why is Exxon Mobil resisting the renewable revolution?" he asked.

Uh, Exxon Mobil is an oil company. Oil companies will invest money in renewable energy technologies if their finance guys conclude that the technologies are a worthwhile use of their time and money, not just because some Congressman wants them to do so.

Markey said lawmakers will likely call oil executives up to Capitol Hill again in coming months if gasoline prices don't fall.

"They are going to be the winners of the most frequent visitors to Washington contest," he told reporters.

Yeah, Markey, because falling gas prices will really spur the investment in alternatives that you were just demanding of the oil companies. What do you want, higher prices that lead to lowered demand, or a magical drop in gasoline prices that will lead to increased consumption? W...T...F?

If I was an oil company CEO, I don't think I could ever testify before Congress. The political grandstanding exhibited by the Congressmen questioning me would either a) force me to pull a Nick Naylor; or b) make my brain explode, thereby providing some entertainment for the three people that actually watch C-SPAN.

"Our arrival time at Washington Nationals Airport..."

As heard on Thursday's flight back from Denver. I knew DC was excited to finally have a new stadium for the Nats, but I didn't expect them to rename the airport as well.

April 02, 2008

Denver

I'm in Denver for a few days for a work meeting. I've been to Colorado a very long time ago, but don't recall ever coming to Denver. My first impression of the city is that the airport seems very far away and everyone drives a gigantic truck or SUV. Very observant, I know.

While I was waiting to board my flight out of DCA, I noticed this guy waving in my general direction. At first I did not recognize him from afar, but then realized it was Paul, a longtime family friend. I think my parents have known him for around 30+ years. He was in Washington on business and stopping in Denver for another business trip before heading home to California. As it turns out, he was also in the seat directly behind me. Small world, eh?

Game on

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PWL photos

This past Sunday marked the start of the Potomac Wiffleball League's spring 2008 season. Because the federal government hates wiffleball, we've been forced to move our games to Fort Reno Park near Tenleytown. The location itself isn't too bad, but I miss Gravelly Point and the planes that fly overhead (not to mention it was a short drive from where I live in Arlington).

In addition to new fields, we've also changed our team name to the Crazed Mud Puppies. I had no idea what a mud puppy was until I googled the phrase. I imagined a deranged puppy (dachshund, most likely) rolling around in a puddle of mud. In reality, a mud puppy is some sort of salamander and looks like this:

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WTF?

So far we are 1-1 this season. Granted, our win was due to the other team forfeiting, but whatev.

April 01, 2008

"If you fail to stop the Germans getting our oil, you will be shot. And when we have thrown the invader out, if we cannot restart production, we will shoot you again."

Nikolai K. Baibakov, the former Soviet oil commissar and head of Gosplan, passed away yesterday at the age of 97. His life story, as described in the below NYTimes article, is certainly a fascinating one:

In an interview with Petroleum Economist in 1998, Mr. Baibakov remembered being summoned to meet with Stalin on a hot day in July 1942. Hitler was advancing to the Caucasus to try to seize the strategically essential oil fields near Baku.

Stalin pointed two fingers at Mr. Baibakov’s head, he recalled. “If you fail to stop the Germans getting our oil, you will be shot,” Stalin said. “And when we have thrown the invader out, if we cannot restart production, we will shoot you again.”

As the deputy to the oil commissar until 1944, and then as commissar himself, Mr. Baibakov accomplished both missions. He also built a pipeline under the ice to bring gasoline to besieged Leningrad, now St. Petersburg.

Mr. Baibakov, who was believed to be the last living commissar who had served under Stalin, went on to revive his country’s oil industry, which remains the engine of the Russian economy. He then oversaw the Soviet Union’s vast central planning apparatus, known by the acronym Gosplan.

In that job, he directed the planners who set and enforce investment, production and other targets for hundreds of ministries and industrial enterprises. During Mr. Baibakov tenure at Gosplan, the Soviet Union expanded its industrial output fivefold and constructed thousands of five-story apartment buildings, many of which are still inhabited. But agriculture faltered.

In 1985, after two decades as chief planner, he was fired by Mikhail S. Gorbachev, who was seeking younger aides and new economic directions. “Not all of our managers have broken away from inertia, from old approaches,” Mr. Gorbachev said.

Mr. Baibakov indeed never stopped admiring Stalin, had a picture of Lenin on his office wall and was not convinced that free-market economics trumped central planning. In an interview with Reuters in 2001, he said: “The market and private initiative are the wings in the sail, but the plan and planning are the rudder which guide the ship of the economy to its goal.”

At his death, Mr. Baibakov was president of the board of trustees of the Gubkin Russian State University of Oil and Gas and chairman of the All-Russian Association of Drilling and Service Contractors.

Nikolai Konstantinovich Baibakov was born in 1911 in Sabunchi, Azerbaijan. The son of a workman, he graduated from the Azerbaijan Petroleum Institute in 1932 and went to work in the oil fields. He served in the Red Army from 1935 to 1937, and then did various engineering and administrative jobs in the oil industry.

He emerged from World War II with the title people’s commissar of the oil industry. Oil production almost quadrupled over the next decade.

For a time in the 1950s, Lavrenti Beria, head of the secret police, also oversaw important industries, including oil. He granted all Mr. Baibakov’s requests for workers and materials to rebuild the oil industry.

Still, it was a delicate relationship. Once, Mr. Baibakov’s wife, Klaudia, told Mr. Beria that her husband could not come to the phone because he had the flu. Mr. Beria was outraged. He ordered Mr. Baibakov to wear galoshes, as he did, and to fly immediately to a faraway refinery. He did.

Petroleum Engineer asked Mr. Baibakov if Mr. Beria had ever had any of his fellow oil officials shot. “Yes, several,” he replied.

Khrushchev appointed Mr. Baibakov head of Gosplan in 1955, but removed him two years later. The reason may have been Mr. Baibakov’s disagreement with Khrushchev’s push to diminish Stalin’s reputation.

In 2006, the British Broadcasting Corporation interviewed Mr. Baibakov about Khrushchev’s historic speech denouncing Stalin, delivered in 1956 at the 20th congress of the Soviet Communist Party. He was one of the last surviving witnesses to the speech.

“Maybe there were individual incidents of repression, but what Khrushchev denounced Stalin for, that never happened,” Mr. Baibakov said. “Khrushchev just said those things to try and give himself more authority as a leader.”

After serving in regional and industrial posts for a decade, Mr. Baibakov was asked by Brezhnev to run Gosplan once again, which he did for 20 years.

Brezhnev was hardly a micromanager. The Moscow Times in 2001 reported that when Mr. Baibakov tried to brief him in the late 1970s about deterioration in the economy, Brezhnev said, “Take your manuscript away, so I never have to see it again.”

In another discussion of economics, Brezhnev declared that there were “too many figures” and suggested that the two go hunting instead. Mr. Baibakov shot 14 wild ducks, Brezhnev 21.

Russian announcements made no mention of any survivors of Mr. Baibakov. But the story of how he met his wife, Klaudia, was bandied about on Russian Web sites. She was an aide to the deputy construction commissar and went to his office for a signature. He fell for her, and asked her to lunch. She said no, but accepted an invitation to the movies. At dinner afterward, he said he was too busy for courting and asked her to marry him.

In character as a no-nonsense central planner, he gave her exactly a half-hour to weigh the proposal. They married the next day.