Friday, August 22, 2003

Classes begin on Monday, which means the mania has already started. I cannot tell you how relieved I feel to have been here for a year. I'm quite sure of that after looking at the bewildered faces of the new graduate students last night at our beginning of the year social. These criminology socials aren't incredibly exciting, but I feel guilty if I don't go because I don't spend much time on campus and I'd like to get to know more of my classmates. The last party I went to was early this summer. I spent most of the time talking with the Asian students. All they wanted to talk about was Sex and The City. It was actually more entertaining to hang out with them.
So, I was still in work clothes when I arrived at the gathering last night. I got a laugh when one of the Asian girls, who I have known since last year, came up to me and said I looked beautiful--just like Miranda. It was so sweet. My outfit had a lot of red and I was wearing my glasses; it apparently reminded her of something Miranda wore a few episodes ago. I don't remember. So, is she saying I look like an intelligent, sarcastic, sexy attorney? Awesome.

Thursday, August 21, 2003

One Week Later and One Year Older
As I stated earlier, I'm back from my trip to D.C. Little did I know I would come home to a shitstorm (a bit of an exaggeration), but the week away from FL was well worth it. Here's a day-by-day report.
Day 1--"Hide Your Books"
I passed a billboard on I-85 that had a picture of a sad child and stated, " Don't dump. Donate." I thought "that's a little harsh for an anti-abortion ad," but it wasn't. It was for the food bank, which was stated in much smaller letters. I left the Atlanta airport, which was awesome btw, and arrived at Dulles airport early afternoon. For some reason I couldn't stop refering to it as "Douls," as opposed to the two syllable Dulles, which prompted me to call it O'Doul's (like the near beer). This airport is quite small and very 60's-70's. Ground shuttles took passengers from our terminal to the main one. They are stark white with what looks like two horns on top (this is the only way I can explain it). In order to reach the level of the main terminal, the shuttles have "springs" or lifts from the tires to raise them up. Then the shuttles "hook on" to the main terminal. I don't know, but the shuttles might have been rejects from the movie version of Farenheit 451; I feared Montag would appear at any minute. Ok, enough about that. My friend Debbie was there to pick me up; we drove into Georgetown, where she now lives and goes to school. I don't even want to think about how much money she's paying for her apartment, which is only 10 min. from campus and among million dollar homes. We walked around the town for the evening. Yep, I could definitely live a few blocks from a Dean and Deluca, clothes stores galore (good ones!), and enough furniture stores to satisfy my furniture fetish for awhile. We ate Thai that evening--the first among many meals at Thai restaurants.

Day 2
We began our excursion at the Sackler Gallery--behind "the castle"--which featured Asian sculpture primarily. Then we crossed over to the African American Art Museum to look at an exhibit on Moroccan textiles. It was afternoon already;so,we took a quick look at the Air and Space Museum, which both of us had been to before, and promptly found an Imax so we could sit. It was entitled "To Fly." Basically you followed the travels of what looked like the Epcot professor to the character Figment (make sense?) in a hot air balloon. It was short and ok--kind of nauseating "going over" the waterfall and across the fields. Then we stopped at the Air and Space Cafe for a $6 mini pizza. It was worth it considering our level of hunger and exhaustion.
We headed to the Museum of Natural History for yet another Imax: "Bugs." Think Microcosmos, but in Imax and 3D. This one was far better than the other. It followed the life of a praying mantis and a catepillar/butterfly. Judi Dench narrated. Very tastefully done. While the praying mantis mated, a leaf covered the couple as soulfoul music played in the background. However, the praying mantis killed the butterfly in the end; the butterfly's wings floated into the vast ocean, which seemed to me to say that its life was insignificant in this "big world." I didn't expect that to happen. I mean c'mon. I wanted a Hollywood ending! I was upset, but I don't know if anyone else was. No kids were crying. Then, on to the Hope diamond and other gems.
Debbie and I were too tired to look at much more. So, we met our friend David at Union Station; went to eat Thai food, and watched Whale Rider (fantastic!). We stayed in Dupont Circle for a bit to people watch, but still went home early to rest up for another long day.

Day 3
Spent most of the morning in the Hirshorn. It's great to go to a modern art museum with someone who appreciates it. Thank god I didn't have to hear "oh, I could do that." Yeah, and have I seen any art from the aforementioned persons? Nope.
Later we headed for the International Spy Museum, but kind of got lost in Judiciary Square, which wasn't too pleasant considering the unbelievable heat and humidity (I wanted to get away from that!). Found the museum and realized it actually costed money. We had been spoiled by free admissions from the Smithsonian Museums up until this point. I was a bit reluctant to pay $13, especially when the first part of the tour was to assign yourself a different identity and memorize it. Sorry folks, but I want history. Oh and we got history. The tour was practically two hours. As Debbie put it, "it was epic." Indeed. Sooo much history, spy gadgets, sections on female spys, ancient spying techniques, Film Noir/pulp fiction (my favorite part)...Ack. It was overwhelming, and awesome. As much as they tried to emphasize that spies receive harsh punishments once caught and the not-so glamorous life isn't worth it, man, I still want to be a spy. We retired to Georgetown afterwards to have a nice dinner at, you guessed it, another Thai restaurant. It really didn't bother me to eat so much Thai food; it was very good and I was hungry. We finished the evening with Oceans 11 (not the original), which was a decision inspired, in part, by our day at the spy museum and the fact that she had just rented the movie. There was the option of driving to Baltimore (45 min.) that evening to see Wheat (don't hate me for not going), but I couldn't drag a friend out there to see a band she'd never heard of. Not to mention, we couldn't move our feet.

Day 4--last full day and my b'day.
The morning began with a walk around the Georgetown campus (very nice) and brunch with our friend David and his friend Amelia. We took a driving tour of D.C. I had no idea there were so many parks. D.C. is really a lovely town. Then we stopped at the National Arboretum, which is--oddly--in a not-so good neighborhood. The main feature is the million dollar plus bonzai collection. Their collection was way cooler than Mr. Miyagi's. I got a laugh out of seeing a redwood bonzai--they aren't supposed to be small! One was 350 years old! Impressive. In another field were 22 columns used in the original capital, but were removed when the capital was remodeled in 1958. So, they decided to place the columns on top of a hill in the Arboretum. It was reminiscent of Stonehenge.
We departed mid-afternoon so that I could get back for my facial at the Aveda Salon--a present from Debbie. I've never had a facial before and it was heavenly. I almost melted even as she was pulling my hair back. God, if it felt that good already, I couldn't even imagine what the rest would be like. It was so good that I was suckered into buying more than I had planned to at Aveda.
For dinner we had Thai leftovers, but went out for dessert to a small cafe that might have been family owned. Our waiter could hardly speak english, and looked strangely at us when we just ordered cosmo-martinis and chocolate mousse. Debbie said it was my birthday in an attempt to justify our small order. When they returned with dessert, the whole staff came out singing happy birthday to me and a candle was in the mousse. However, they began singing the song to Debbie and when it came to "dear__" they waited for one of us to fill in the name. It was so funny, adorable, and completely unexpected by the both of us.
Afterwards, we left to go to a bar in Arlington to see the Kingsbury Manx. The bar was practically empty, but the band was as good as ever. Quite spacey at times. A perfect end to a perfect day and perfect trip.

Day 5--back home

Day 6-dentist appointment
no cavities

Closing thoughts: I've always known that I would live in a big city, and D.C. has moved up in the ranks. I'm completely inspired to be a part of the political atmosphere, and affect c.j. policy. The problem is that I have no idea where to begin. Oh well, I've got some time.

Wednesday, August 20, 2003

I was working in this hot as hell warehouse making beeswax candles while slugging through the BFA program at UGA when I hear that the new hire used to spend her summers gutting fish. I was, to say the least, intrigued when in walked this tiny girl with bobbed hair and an ironic t-shirt with the quietest voice I'd ever heard. She later became what we affectionately refer to as The Thinking Man's Jenny Aniston, thanks to Emerson. She was first my friend, now my sister-in-law. I love her more than anything and Monday was her birthday.
Agent, we tip our hats and our glasses to you.

I hate making mistakes
correction: On my trip to D.C. with the girl scouts, I listened to Nirvana's Nevermind. Jeezus. How could I forget that?!

A Teaser
I'm back. The trip to D.C. was, in short, sublime. Unfortunately, it's been no less than one hour since I've arrived in Tallahassee and I'm at work. I also arrived to one disturbing phone message from an old friend who I can't get in touch with because I accidently deleted her phone number. There's a few other menacing things I'm reminded of upon my checking of email and the like. Nevertheless, a summary of the trip is forthcoming, but I don't know when.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Repeat offender
Why is it that I insist on always watching Swingers when it's on TV? And why do I always catch it at that awful moment when John Favreau is leaving those messages on "Nikki's" machine?

After reading a story about CFS in The New Yorker I am convinced I have vertigo. I may only in fact be dehydrated.

After two of the most stressful and exhausting weeks of my life, Big Gray announces today that he's upset to find out he is needing to take one more class this semester, ruining the hopes of an easy fall in which to finish recording yet another album. I failed to see the tragedy.

Audrey Hepburn may be the most beautiful woman to have ever lived.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?