In DC . . .
01.22.2009
I've spent the last several days in DC at the inauguration. I'll keep it short and just say I had a great time and I'm going to let the pictures I took tell the story. These are all captioned with time and description, but I think you have to click through to the set or slideshow on Flickr to see those. Be sure to turn the captions on for the full story.
10.29.2008
And speaking of pure, this is about the point in the evening when we were picked up by a wedding-white stretch Hummer, tremendous in its indecency. Inside, multi-colored laser lights danced on the ceiling and in our hair as we sipped OJ and Peach Vodka from plastic champagne flutes while reclining on those magnificent dark seats.
07.30.2008
Anyway, let me get to the point: all of this is a very long-winded (and, yes, self-indulgent) way of me saying that if you're in DC or NYC you can (and should) catch The Jones at one of these two shows.
02.19.2008
There's a new physical "feature" on my body. And I've been noticing it lately whenever I happen to be completely naked and looking down at myself or in a full-length mirror.
11.09.2007
I haven't been to the Childe in several months. I miss it. And I know DC will feel a dent in its landscape as places like this are supplanted by chain retail and fast food sprouting up along Connecticut Ave in Dupont at an alarming rate. But the Childe will still play a vital part of numerous people's personal histories, including mine.
05.25.2007
It's that time of year again.
05.18.2007
As I ate, people walked past, and I listened to the strange temporal quality of their footsteps. The way they suddenly came into my aural bubble, and just as suddenly vanished. One moment they were there, in front of me, belonging to that person. These feet on gravel. The next minute they were gone, along with the person who brought them. These footsteps. Now quiet.
04.06.2007
I just got the following 'Alert DC' text message.
01.29.2007
This weekend's rally didn't have any catchy slogan or banner associated with it, and this was good. It was refreshing. It was just a gathering of people protesting the war. Oh, and Jane Fonda was there.
01.08.2007
I guess you have to live at least a mile above sea level to still get winter.
In Ho_Hum . . .
04.21.2009
So I want to make clear, first of all, that my fear of drawers is NOT this kind of fear. They don't cause me to jump in fright. And I lose very little in the way of bejeezus when I see them. However, like Honey's fear, the root cause of my drawer phobia may indeed have something to do with a general uneasiness when it comes to magic and all things supernatural.
04.16.2009
Hi. I am a brand.
03.10.2009
One of the side-effects of a guilt like mine is I'm terrible around cops.
03.09.2009
One of C's marketable business skills is boiling complicated things down to their simple essence.
01.27.2009
Just to be clear, when C says 'quality time,' she means she will watch anime while I go to the beach to catch up on the latest bikini fashions.
01.26.2009
In all the places C and I have lived before New Jersey, I've always been aware that our neighbors could potentially hear us. And I'm not just referring to during the, you know ... play times. I'm talking about during casual conversations. Fully clothed. Just talking about things like tea. Or grits. Or the Tao of JD in Scrubs.
12.08.2008
I've got a Tumblr blog and a few new content feeds, which I wanted to tell you about. But first, if you've been reading this blog for a while, I have to take a moment to ask: Are you okay?
11.10.2008
One way to relax after a Sunday afternoon herding leaves is to have a couple of beers and sit on the couch with your hand under your belt and watch some football and feel good and fine and strong--and downright brawny, damnit, like the guy on the paper towel rolls--for having worked hard and for having cuts on your hands and dirt under your nails and an easy sort of pain in your muscles.
09.22.2008
If you ask me questions, I'll give you answers
08.12.2008
And God said, "Yea, do not be proud or boastful about your good and plenty space. For verily I say unto thee ...
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