Dear visitor! Welcome to Alexey Bogdanov’s personal website.


My primary education is a molecular biologist, and I even afford myself a luxury of working as a scientist. This site is, however, not about work and not about science. Generally, all issues regarded to my professional and/or commercial activities are deliberately avoided here. This resource is dedicated mostly to my attitude to the surrounding reality. Since I am not interested much in expressing my suggestions as the short “medley” notes (aka posts), I’d prefer a demonstration of the products of my passions (blurt out).

That’s me

So, on the one hand, my site claims to be a LiveJournal diary (in LJ’s palmy days), though not assuming feedback from a visitor. On the other hand, it might resemble a commercial site of some applied specialist (photographer, translator, programmer), if I advertised or provided any services here. As a result we have what we have, something hybrid. All right, the daily bread issues have been addressed.

Now on the second taboo of this resource – politics. And to this end I have to involuntarily touch on my general motivation of making up a personal website. It may sound strange, but it is largely international communication. The target audience here is assumed to be an international web-surfers who have wandering and have accidentally stopped here for more than a couple of seconds. Maybe to take a look at the photo, maybe to read something. From this point of view, the English version of my page is at least no less important than the Russian one. Why? Just because the Russian Internet is largely separated from the rest of the Internet space by the language (and now also the political) barrier. But I know that interest to the Russian world (not that one meant by some mentally ill political technologists, but the one with Tolstoy, Bunin, Bulgakov, Radzinsky inside) still exists. And it obviously can not be not interesting how the largest European nation lives, especially when the last 100 years, one could observe its life virtually through a keyhole. My content, of course, does not pretend to be an archetypal Russian, however, I venture to suggest that it could tell someone a little more than the Instagrams and Twitters of my compatriots.