Sunday, May 22, 2011

Big Sky

I've just spent over a week with my parents in Mississippi, enjoying their backyard, the sky, the endless horizon, and the sweet tea.



Did I mention the spectacular sunsets?

[Embiggenable]


Doggy
This is what a thunderstorm looks like when it's just starting out in life. A few minutes later, this was a full-on thunderhead.

The Louisiana wetlands. With record or near-record flooding all down the Mississippi, Louisiana opened up a few levies and the spillway to keep the rising waters from flooding New Orleans again. This stretch of water is usually pretty calm and serene. Now there are flashing signs all across the highway instructing motorists not to stop on the spillway because everyone is surprised by the rushing water beneath the railroad tracks.


Friday, March 18, 2011

Ten Concert Photos


Celine Dion at the Verizon Center, September 2008

I love taking pictures, and I love concerts, and I love blogging, so why not do a blog post about how much I love taking pictures at concerts. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. So here are a selection of ten of my favorite concert pictures--It's not a top ten, just ten that I really like, in chronological order.


Meiko at the 930 Club with the Hotel Cafe Tour, October 2008

Thao Nguyen at the 930 Club with the Hotel Cafe Tour, October 2008

Missy Higgins, 930 Club, March 2009

Missy Higgins, 930 Club, March 2009
This was the third of four MH concerts I've been to, and, if you know me this goes without saying, every concert photo that I've taken of Missy has been my favorite concert photo ever.

Brandi Carlile, 930 Club, October 2009



Chely Wright, Capital Pride Festival, June 2010


Sara Bareilles, 930 Club, October 2010


Someday, I hope to take a good concert photo of a guy.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Does This Hat Make Me Look Silly?


Lincoln doesn't have to wear any bloody hat.


He was the first President of the United States of America, the nation's capital is named in his honor, as well as a university that was started by someone else entirely and then renamed after him. And he has a feather boa. Take that, Abe.



George's annual birthday...attire...is allegedly furnished by The George Washington University's not so secret society, The Order of the Hippo. They (or whoever is responsible) also decorate The Hippo.


In front of The Hippo there is a ceremonial plaque that explains the legend of the hippos that used to play in the Potomac. Children would go down to the water and, if they managed to touch a hippo's snout, it would bring them good luck. Rubbish. Local legend says that a previous president of the university bought it for his wife at an auction where there may or may not have been an open bar. What do you do if you are given a large, bronze hippopotamus? Precisely. It was immediately regifted to the Class of 1996. The Hippo has become the unofficial mascot of The George Washington University. It's a beloved feature, not only in front of Lisner Auditorium, but on many a coffee mug and sweatshirt, as well. You'd be surprised at how many people read the plaque and don't get the sarcasm, and, even for those who do, it's still tradition to rub the snout or grip the teeth for good luck.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Weekend Roundup: The Civil Wars and Eastern Market


I set two rules for myself when I started blogging again. The first--never go so long without posting that you have do a "round-up" of
everything you've done in a week/month. The second rule was to never write self-indulgent posts. But let's face it, it's a blog. That's what it's for. So, I might as well break the first rule too.

Last Saturday, I went with a friend, who has the coolest job in the world as a music blogger, to Jammin' Java in Vienna, VA to see the country/ roots/soul/bluegrassy/Americana duoThe Civil Wars. The funny thing about describing them like that is that I actually don't like any of those genres. But they've been on repeat on my pod since their first EP. If you'd like a soundtrack to play along with this post, You can open a new tab with this video(that I didn't record) from the concert. And since everybody likes free music, here's a link to The Civil Wars's (yep, that's grammatically correct.) free EP "Live at Eddie's Attic." You're welcome. I'm probably the only one who found this funny, but I went to see The Civil Wars on Lincoln's birthday.

On Saturday, I went to Eastern Market with another friend. And nothing says self-indulgent like a photo essay of one's day.


The food hall is full of independent grocers, butchers, fromageries, bakers, pasta makers, you name it.

It was the day before Valentine's Day after all.




I took the next two shots on a different day.

The first is of antique architectural elements that
are sold in the flea market outside section of Eastern Market. My apartment is getting
increasingly filled with stuff from the flea market; even my headboard is made of old tin ceiling tiles.







The picture on the right shows the inside of the food halls.












And finally rounding up the day with brunch at Pain Quotidien.



Friday, February 11, 2011

#Egypt #25Jan



In the future, all historic events will be identified by their hashtags. I think it's rather appropriate that we start here--the Twitter Revolution, the Facebook revolution, the Egyptian Revolution. There is a danger with all of this nomenclature, especially the reference to social media. It has several layers of meaning: (1) it is a people's movement, yes, and (2) someone relying to some extent on Twitter and Facebook means that technology, particularly American technology, deserves the credit. It doesn't. Do you think those hundreds of thousands of people in Tahrir Square wouldn't have found another way? They did after the internet and cell phones went down. There's also been a tendency to brand this as an American-esque uprising because, above all other technologies, isn't democracy our greatest export? Rachel Maddow did a great job of warning against Americanizing this revolution, so I'll leave that to her.

Visiting an embassy is a little like world travelling. So I kinda sorta visited Egypt today. It is, after all, a little bit of that country in a foreign land, which reminds me of a rather nationalistic poem by Rupert Brooke. It sounds a lot simpler than it actually is. Of course, it's still the place where crowds were expected to gather to celebrate the resignation of Mubarak. I say "expected" because several hours after the announcement was made, there was still no one gathered at the embassy except journalists, bloggers, and "twits."



Finally, I spotted these really nice guys. Even though they were the only ones there to celebrate, the media were still waiting for the crowds and largely ignored the first arrivals. Crowds get noticed; that's something we've all learned since January 25th. We chatted for a few minutes, and they answered my questions and agreed to pose for the crazy girl with absolutely no press credentials.
Another thing that's bugged me about the coverage of this entire situation is the constant reference to "Yes We Can." It is a phrase of empowerment, and it was used by protestors for just that reason. But this leads to a completely unbalanced comparison. I, like many people in DC, around the nation, and around the world, chanted "Yes We Can!" until our lungs were sore. But 8 years of a Republican president, even one so particularly despised, doesn't compare to 30 years of dictatorial rule and emergency law. Still, there is a familiar air of excitement and possibility, and these guys were clearly overjoyed. So, this video from outside the White House after Obama's victory was declared seems fitting.


To Those We Serve



This is the monument outside of the International Headquarters of the American Red Cross, at E and 20th. I walk by it 3-4 times a week, but I've never really looked at it. That's one reason I keep a blog--to make me stop and really look at things. Because the monument faces the corner, most people passing on the streets don't see this side, or the short surrounding wall that illustates scenes from the organizations history. Instead, most people see this view:




Another reason I started keeping a blog was so that days don't slip away from me. I spend so many days buried in books--or avoiding being buried in books--that Sunday often runs into Saturday. These little snap shops help me remember specific moments and days from my life. Mostly, I'll just remember how damn cold it was yesterday.


Bonus 10 points if you can spot the Starbucks.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011