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.
01.08.2007
I guess you have to live at least a mile above sea level to still get winter.
12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.
In Politics . . .
04.25.2007
Dear Jon Stewart, I love your show, but what's with that McCain interview?
03.21.2007
Man. This election is going to be ugly.
01.25.2007
The blink war. Hilarious.
11.10.2006
The central irony to living in the District of Columbia is that, while its residents are generally politically-minded and live in the epicenter of the federal government, they have very little voice in national politics.
11.09.2006
With Rumsfeld leaving, I thought now would be a good time to take another look at his widely celebrated poetry.
11.08.2006
I looked out the window a little bit ago and let me tell you: Pigs are flying all over the place. And it's a beautiful thing.
05.02.2006
02.09.2006
I'm not sure how many of you have been following the cartoon affair that's been going on lately. It's pretty strange stuff.
10.04.2005
11.03.2004
Comments
Posted by cocoricamo on Jan 29, 2007 at 8:49:16 AM
i have to say it's more than just the protests that remind me of what i know of the viet nam era; i'm hearing some echoes of history out of the white house.
peace, brother, make love not war.
Posted by sparkle on Jan 29, 2007 at 1:00:20 PM
sparkle: all we need is love, sister.
Posted by Rothko on Jan 29, 2007 at 4:15:41 PM