Kazan — summer 2012

I was reasonably proud of my iron cleaning the other day. Then I decided that I should try it out on another cloth. The cloth was made in China and labeled 100% cotton. I ironed. White-grayish crud accumulated on the iron, just like you would expect if an iron that is too hot is going over synthetics. I conclude this is a poorly labelled Chinese towel. It's not the iron's fault.

Then I remember an e-mail by EC Paul (East Coast Paul... I have two friends name Paul, and it's convenient to lable them by the continent that divides them.) He had though my problem was with the tank of iron spitting out crud from previously used tap water. I actually don't have any reason to think that he is right/wrong, so I consider his hypothesis and possible solution, which involves running vinegar through the iron. Oh, what the hell. Let's try it.

Out of the steam holes came little brown squirties that looked like nothing so much as silk worm feces. Having raised silk worms several times, I may assure you that this is not merely artistic embellishment, although I am congratulating myself for working the phrase “silk worm feces” into a bit of writing.

Then I tried the other direction, that is squirting some water directly into the steam holes and then seeing what comes out. An iron douche, as it were. Wow, more silk-wormy pellets.

This leaves the residue from the other day. I asked Flyura what to do. She said to run the iron over a cloth that has salt on it. I mentioned it to language partner Alan, and he said, “Why didn’t you ask me?” “Because you are not a housewife,” quoth I. I mean what 20-year old kid is going to know about such things, right? He is not Will Truman. He said, “I am such a housewife. I have no job, and I stay at home all day. All the stores have this stuff that will clean the bottom of an iron.” Wow, I guess he is Will Truman after all. So we stop off at the market — not the store — and we get this thing called an “iron cleaning pencil.” It looks like half of a wickless white table candle, maybe half an inch thick, but made of urea and stearic acid. You heat the iron to cotton level; rub the pencil on it, which melts; and then wipe off the muck. Don’t let the word urea scare you; it smells nothing like urine.

So I tried that. Maybe it helped a bit. But it still didn’t work as good as the scrubbing, so I did one more round of scrubbing. Wow, now the iron looks beautiful. I try it on another piece of Chinese cotton. No reside.

I may finally have a clean iron.

My friend WC Paul (West Coast Paul) will doubtless mock for not simply going out and buying a new one. But where is the joy of problem solving if I simply buy a new one? Plus the idea offends me of buying something new if the only issue is cleaning it right. I mean, then it just goes into the landfill and speeds our current environmental degradation, right?

My home internet sometimes shuts down from 6:00 - 10:00 p.m. Busiest time of the day. And today it's been out entirely, so I went to Megafon, one of the local wireless carriers, and reactivated the USB modem I bought last year. Working well.

Blustery day here. Occasionally quite rainy. Much cooler than last week. I call this frisky weather.

I registered with flamp.ru, a website that specializes in restaurant/cafe reviews. I posted my review of Приют холостяка here. Kind of fun. Of course, you have to read Russian to get it.

It's kind of funny, really. I wouldn't usually bother posting a review on an American website, but here I kind of like it.

Just for fun I ran my Russian original through Google Translate (notorious for its errors). Here's what it came up with.

We wanted to have dinner early. They came at 17:00 on a hot summer day. Salad with marinated pear and pine nuts - that's exactly what we need in a sultry day. A friend ordered the caesar salad with chicken, delicious. We both ordered the filet mignon, the second option, marinated for two hours. Oh, my God, so soft and delicious. A friend was drinking mineral water, and I'm cabernet Sunrise. It is like a rose, but the taste is still cabernet.

The atmosphere is good. Music played softly, so we chatted with a friend without loud voices. For the other two tables, smoking hookahs, a terrible habit, but the movement of air did not bring any tobacco smell, so can not complain.

Service is normal. On the table, wireless button that calls the waitress. No significant delays were not. I'll be back.

Actually, for a machine translation, that's not too bad. Russian has no words for a/an/the, so each time you see those, the machine has supplied them.

Ah, the hot water is back this morning! Let's see, it was supposed to come back on on July 7, and today is August 3rd, so that makes it a mere 27 days late.

Of course I was entirely expecting this, so one can hardly stress out about it. I just hope I don't have a period again where there is only hot water here. That is actually worse than only cold.

This is in the middle of the intersection of ul. Moskovskaya and ul. Mezhlauka, at rush hour, with nothing marking the problem hole. And I've never seen anyone drive into it. Seriously, you have to have a much better developed driving skill set here than in the US.