Bliss

Home Sweet Home...sort of. My parents moved into a temporary rental house until the home they're building is finished. We're living on the Tennessee side of Lookout now. strange.

Spent the majority of the day with my niece Sophie doing the little things; climbing trees, bicycling through the new property, petting the animals, feeding the ducks, and throwing leaves. It is so good to be home.

one of those days

hmmm... Today was mighty fun. Woke up early, met Dave at school and went to visit the wall of fame and aimlessly walk along the train tracks. Then we lunched at Chipotle, where Dave told me about a man who dresses in spandex shorts and dances/twirls around Chinatown on the weekends. Like clockwork, the man appeared under the arch twirling and pointing at the pretty girls passing by. We couldn't believe it. It was hysterical. This guy doesn't ask for money. He came out on a cold MONDAY to dance in his royal blue spandex shorts. He doesn't appear homeless, either. That's dedication. I wonder what kind of music he's listening to.

Discovered that the rhinosaurus is a Jehovah's Witness. The questionable noises coming from the apartment have gained a whole new mystery. sweeeeet jesus...

Past few weekends

Portrait Gallery, aka: my new love; MICA annual juried exhibition in Balt-amore; Grandpa Christenberry's b-day.



Halloween. Apparently when I'm inebriated, camera focus becomes a bourgeoisie concept.
I've been told over 400 to 500 people showed up. Depends on who you speak to.

flawless

The annual High Heel Drag Race.

Early Man!

Top Set of photos: I'm told this is what happens to guys when there's not enough estrogen around. At least there was no pig head on a stick. The person pointing to the huggers kept chanting "early man! early man!" and pointing to Dan, who started the fight.

Bottom: Ben. oh so incredible at skateboarding.

red lipstick, rollerskates, and violence

I love sleep. Its too bad I never do or can. This week I split my insomniac time between skateboarders and rollergirls. The rollergirls are AMAZING. They're my Yankees...and they gave me a shirt to make me feel part of the team. Its too bad I don't have a violent bone in me because the uniforms are so so hot.

yes, there ARE missles on top of the white house

Don't you just adore drunk calls at 11 p.m. on a Monday? I know I do. Tomboy called last night to ask if there were missles on top of the White House. Of course there are, google it.
While avoiding homework again, I met a guard named Antonio at the National Gallery today. He retired from the Army at age 37 and has been volunteering ever since. He's fluent in Korean and bows whenever one passes him. What he had to say about asian tourists, "They always want to touch things."

Books I need for my library:

Dada by Dorothea Dietrich (Corcoran Faculty, no less) - best exhibit at N.G.
The Americans by Robert Frank
Story Lines by Robert Frank