tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81199432011-09-04T11:44:19.002-04:00Catching my balance.jenn f.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01635495035168707133noreply@blogger.comBlogger1661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119943.post-1163128396909621422006-11-09T22:11:00.000-05:002006-11-09T22:13:16.920-05:00

Yep, Missives has moved. Come see the new pad!

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DC may not have gotten everything is was supposed to in certain areas, but it definitely got its full alotment of semi- and non-functioning people with mental health issues. Interestingly, there appears to be an almost even divide between men and women who fit into this category. For some reason this week has been all about crossing paths with people clearly in need of something (one would

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Periodically I have one of those days where I repeat to myself, like an evil mantra, eight and a half years of graduate school... as in eight and a half years of graduate school and I'm cutting bloody sandwiches. That would have been what I repeated to myself this summer as, sleep deprived and stressed out, I went at forty sandwiches from Subway with a plastic knife. Did I mention that my hair is

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It's for you Originally uploaded by birdcage. I started re-reading Camera Lucida a couple of days ago, and today I had to put it down... I was a little spooked at how interesting I found it. I read a lot of Barthes when I was writing up. Not that I figured out how to incorporate any of it into my dissertation.... he was passing out of favor and it seemed like an easy way to make an

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I overheard this sad exchange yesterday while I was walking home from work:Older woman with walker, huffing and puffing to keep up with two kids, one around thirteen, the other around eleven, wearing school uniforms. Only the younger of the two kids spoke.Kid: Come ON, grandma!Grandma: (huffing) Now you slow down... you gonna have to wait... I gots to stop to buy me some-Kid: NO! We ain't stoppin

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So. Adrian Fenty won the Democratic primary, which means that unless some sort of bird flu that only affects registered Democrats hits the capital, he'll be D.C.'s next mayor. That he won the primary I feel kind of... eh, shrug, about. But as I was riding the bus this morning what I *was* contemplating was two conversations I'd had over the last six months with co-workers with regards to the

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Today is the DC mayoral election. Okay, not really. Officially, it's the primary. But the District is overwhelmingly Democratic in its politics, so really, whomever wins the Democratic primaries for mayor, council seats, and council chair, is in. There are five possibles on the Democratic primary ballot for mayor, and one each on the Republican and Green Party ballots. Between those two parties

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""Ginsu" carried a whiff of Japanese precision, a suggestion of samurai swords and Benihana steakhouses. The partners decided to run with it, hiring a local Japanese exchange student to appear as a chef. The first and most famous Ginsu ad began with a hand karate-chopping a two-by-four board. "In Japan," began Schiff's copy, "the hand can be used like a knife. But this method doesn't work with a

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I have two secret distraction loves. One is PostSecret. This guy got his start at Art-o-Matic 2004, and I remember seeing the piece he put up there and thinking, whoa. What an interesting idea. It eventually took off, netting him a book deal and his own traveling exhibition. I'm as voyeuristic as the next person, so I find the postcards interesting, both for content and for form. The other one is

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This morning I discovered one of the nice things about having birthday parties when you aren't turning 22... your friends still empty a lot of beer cans and wine bottles, but they ask you where you keep your recycling and the empties all end up in the recycling bin. Do you have any idea how much faster clean up after a party is when it doesn't involve having to fish things out of the bushes? Okay

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fish Originally uploaded by birdcage. ... for the last weekend of summer. I feel like I completely missed summer this year, about which I'm really disappointed, particularly since I no longer have the excuse of having to write my dissertation. I think I had been having this delusional fantasy about life post-dissertation, in which I'd be able to go back to doing normal summer things-- you

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whywhywhyWHYWHYWHY W H Y do people feel the need to get loud at three o'clock in the A.M.? I ask this question because last night I was shaken from my slumber at that hour by people in front of my building who were s c r e a m i n g at each other. Actually, let me back up by noting that I was greatly distressed this week to discover that my one wee air conditioner is a mold pod. Black, fuzzy mold

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I suppose it is inevitable when you have a birthday pass that you start thinking about aging and getting old and all that good stuff... and maybe start hearing your body complaining just a little louder than you remember it doing before....Well, I've always had whiny knees. I've knocked them around quite a bit, most recently in a series of motorcycle accidents, but also in cycling crashes and

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coming and going Originally uploaded by birdcage. You know, you end up getting all sorts of things for your birthday over the years. At least I have. This year I got some of the best gifts I've ever gotten, and all from the same person, who managed to cover the practical, the personal, and the precious (and even the amusing-- a copy of Pirates of the Caribbean!). My computer has been

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Originally uploaded by birdcage. In two hours (give or take a few minutes) I'm going to be a year older... so I guess it's appropriate that after half a year at my "new" job I finally got around to signing up for my retirement package today. Now that the whole dissertation/finishing the doctorate thing is behind me and I'm reasonably sure that there will be no second act in the academy

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crash Originally uploaded by birdcage. On Friday the Hal Hartley movie The Girl From Monday arrived from Netflix. When I put it in my queue it was really just that it was a Hal Hartley film, and that, while I find them almost uncomfortably odd, I tend to like them anyway. The scene in Simple Men where the father's crazy, epileptic, Eastern European girlfriend does that wacky dance to

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So this morning I had a classic city livin' experience, though it was, thankfully for me at least, an experience by (very near) proxy. As I finished getting ready for work this morning I heard someone knocking on the door upstairs. I live in the basement apartment of a single family house and the front door of the main house is above my bedroom, so I could hear the knocking, followed by insistent

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Looks like it's a go... Word is that there is a site. I'm off to my AOM committee meeting this morning to go check it out. So start thinking about what you'd like to put up and get your fingers warmed up for online registration. More general information, and when it's available, registration forms available here.

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In the Coliseum Originally uploaded by birdcage. Nashville! Okay, mostly I napped in Nashville after a string of problems and issues at the hotel.* But I did walk around along Broadway, where there are a string of bars and clubs and record shops, all of them running talent shows offering the opportunity to strut your stuff. Musicians line the street at night, playing guitars and

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So up at (literally) the crack of dawn and stepped out into a parking lot so foggy I thought I was back in Maine. Off into the fog and on the road by 6:30 am... Nashville, hoooooo!!!Not naturally a morning person, my priority was to find coffee. Real coffee. I refuse to recognize McDonald's "coffee" as a viable substitute. How hard can this be? I had been lulled into a sense of coffee security by

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Stereo speakers for private listening Originally uploaded by birdcage. Tom Waits is finishing up a rare tour, and after being a fan for fifteen years, waiting for the chance to see him live, I wasn't going to be put off by the fact that he wasn't playing in DC. Or Maryland. Or New York or Philidelphia or Virginia... or that the closest dates on the tour were in Ashville, NC (on a

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bank Originally uploaded by birdcage. Apparently it's time to get rid of that damned pesky pet cat. At work today I'm on phone detail as the phone minion is out. Phone rings, I answer, say name of company. "I got a cat for y'all.""Pardon?""A cat. I got a cat for you to pick up."Now I'm thinking, cat, like the animal, or cat, like, you know, dude or something. "I'm sorry?""Innit this the

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Last night was the closing of Capital and Visual Fringe, and I went to see the Cheeky Monkey Sideshow-- one of the final perforamces of the festival. I've been so mad busy that it ended up being the only performance of the festival that I caught. It was entertaining. I'd seen almost all of the performers before in other shows, but they put on a good show. But I was also completely distracted by a

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This weekend I discovered that while being hung over is The Suck (and is something that has become exponentially harder to bear the older I get), adding food poisoning to it is really really really bad. For a while I couldn't even keep down water, and laid in bed staring at the ceiling thinking, "this is how people die of dehydration." Of course, this also meant that I couldn't keep the advil

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between a rock and a hard place Originally uploaded by birdcage. Act I-- Dining and Discussion, Lunch at Au Bon PainWoman talking to her friend. Both are in their forties. "I mean, I'm just trying to be professional... I'll tell you the truth, though. Sometimes I curse, I admit it.""Yeah?""I tell you, I can't restrain myself sometimes... I am put over the edge by their incompentancy."(

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shift Originally uploaded by birdcage. P drove back across the main drag of Philipsburg and a little ways up the road until a smaller road appeared on the left. It turned to dirt and started to switchback up the side of the mountain., passing abandoned houses and broken down cars that had been stuck rusting in ditches since the Great Depression along the way. At the top of the mountain we

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ajar Originally uploaded by birdcage. Okay, so the post-July fourth photo outing got rained on. So the last full day we would be in Montana, well, we were going out to shoot something, goddamnit.... Philipsburg, hoooooooo!Philipsburg is a small town about 75 miles away from Missoula, and was started as a mining town in the nineteenth century (sapphires, apparently). It has one of those

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Originally uploaded by birdcage. The big news the day after the fourth was a fire that blazed up the side of Mt. Jumbo, one of the mountains on the edge of town. It is mostly covered with grass, but one side of the mountain has trees that lead into the Rattlesnake, so the fire service was out in force to try to control it. Apparently it had started in someone's backyard from a home

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INCLUDING THE CITIES OF...WASHINGTON...FREDERICK...WESTMINSTER...GAITHERSBURG...COLUMBIA...BALTIMORE...ANNAPOLIS...WALDORF...ST MARYS CITY...LEESBURG...CULPEPER...MANASSAS...MANASSAS PARK...FAIRFAX...ALEXANDRIA...FALLS CHURCH...FREDERICKSBURG426 AM EDT TUE JUL 18 2006...HEAT ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM NOON TODAY TO 8 PM EDTTHIS EVENING...A HOT AND HUMID AIRMASS WILL REMAIN IN PLACE ACROSS

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There's a heat warning for today-- it's supposed to hit 100 degrees, and have a heat index thingy of around 106. The air con in my office died last Monday. It won't be fixed until at least tomorrow, if not Wednesday. ug.Update: It is hooooooooooot in my office. I have a fan on me and the window open. With the window open I can now hear the crackheads yelling at each other and themselves. *sigh*

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After a perfect morning on the river, with compliant and picturesque wildlife and an afternoon nap (I love the guiltless napping of vacations), we followed it up with an evening of the surreal: Independance Day partying, Montana surburbia style. I think at least part of the surreal nature of this excursion was coming to terms with the idea that there could be such a thing as suburban Montana (

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old idea repository Originally uploaded by birdcage. Independance Day! It's actually a holiday I've been feeling grumpy about ever since I moved to DC and became a second class citizen. I mean, goddamnit, how am I supposed to feel a frenzy of patriotism and delight in the celebration of a freedom won after a war instigated by the outrage of taxation without representation when I'm taxed

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Pioneer Originally uploaded by birdcage. Exhausted after driving from Flagstaff to Pocatello, off to bed not long after hitting the hotel. An hour or two later I can sense P is awake and pissed off and I come groggily to. Then I hear it. A woman's voice. Loud. She's in the room next door to ours, but her booming voice seems to be coming from everywhere all at once. It's sort of like what

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Keep Out Originally uploaded by birdcage. Gawd, it's terrible, but I'm already forgetting stuff about the trip... early onset Alzheimer's? We headed north once I finally arrived in Tucson, but the flight was too late in getting in for us to get past Flagstaff. Mostly because once you get past Flag there isn't a whole lot else going for a looooong way. And besides, if you're going to drive

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Echo Originally uploaded by birdcage. It isn't exactly surprising, but jeeeeeeez, I'd rather not be back just yet. It was a great trip.... lots of fun, lots of beautiful scenery, lots of amusing incidents.... though it didn't start off so amusing.... I was so ready to go that I got to the airport three hours early. I'm usually the one running through the airport yelling "hold the door!"

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spotted Originally uploaded by birdcage. Okay, maybe not fishing in the traditional sense (the put a worm on a hook sense)... more in the metaphorical sense. Fishing for some things I've been lacking lately (like, say, relaxation... serenity... sanity...)... for new adventures that don't involve fourteen hour days at the office.... photographs to make... more than two days with P...

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leap Originally uploaded by birdcage. Yesterday morning I thought I had spotted some mold blossoming by the wall next to the fridge where the bubbling brook had erupted Sunday night. While I was at work the maintenance guy came and pulled the fridge out of its nook... and everything behind it is covered in mold. How unhappy am I about this?Very very unhappy. After repeated tries at

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I've been thinking about spam. I mean, I get a fair amount of it-- at home, at work, blah blah blah-- so there is always something to think about. The filters on my email accounts work okay so I'm not deluged or anything, but enough trickles through to give me something to think about. I just got a spam message from someone with an Italian email address with PLEASE ASSISTE ME in the title line.

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So I have this dehumidifier in my apartment that is cranked up all the time in an effort to deal with the flooding/soaking of my place. It has a bucket at the bottom that holds a couple of gallons of water in it-- moisture that is collected from the atmosphere. I must be living underwater and not know it, because this sucker is filling up every five to six hours. It's drawing a few gallons of

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Random observation from yesterday was inaccurate. The water doesn't pool in the kitchen. But when there is a late night storm of ark-making proportions, it rolls into the living room. And ruins the area rug that I hauled back from Turkey in 1995. Like it did last night.

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1) When it rains a river of water comes into my apartment and runs like a brook across my kitchen floor. It doesn't pool in my apartment (it runs right through to the garage), but it's still kind of annoying. 2) The mouse died. Or, I assume it was the mouse that has been around the apartment. It died, with great consideration, in a visible spot and not behind a bookshelf or in a wall or some

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That would be the sound of me coming up for air.... I survived the week, and better still, despite some hiccups (for example, the complete chaos of yesterday) that made it seem like today might be... well.... disasterous, I was instead impressed by what the kids came up with. Creativity was a-flowin', teamwork, hard work... it totally rocked. So how did I celebrate? I came home and took a three

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D-day. Or D-Week. Or whatever. Really, the last few weeks, but today is the day it officially starts. Here's hoping that the bus guy, who seemed dangerously flaky, shows up. And that the food that was hauled over to the location wasn't consumed by radioactive rats over the weekend. And that the kids actually show up. That is doesn't rain all over the walking tours. That I remember to put my

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There has been something of a rash of suicides in my building. Okay, in my apartment. Okay, maybe not a rash. Two. Well, sort of three. Definitely more than one. All around my stove. Okay, they're all be insect suicides, but still. The first one was a few weeks ago. I lit the stove to heat something up (yes, I have a very small and ancient, non-self-lighting stove with a little hole on the bottom

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pre-impact Originally uploaded by birdcage. Roller derby is the coolest thing ever. Or, at least it's lots of fun to photograph. I went to see my second Charm City Roller Girls bout over the weekend, and, as with the first time, had a blast. Though I did discover that the C-41 processed black and white doesn't have as much latitude as the regular stuff. (Read: that roll came out really

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listening Originally uploaded by birdcage. On Saturday we headed for Fort Apache, in the middle of the Apache reservation (surprise!). We got there after the museum closed, but since there was an honor system set up with a box to put your entry fee and retrieve a map I got the impression that the museum might not actually be open too many hours. But, then again, I also got the impression

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Airport surrealness and all, my holiday weekend in Arizona rocked. Despite disliking driving and being delighted to have moved to a place where I could get rid of my car, I (paradoxically) love road trips, particularly only vaguely planned ones. One of the things I like best about road trips is that , especially when there isn't a set itinerary, you usually end up in odd places seeing things it

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A short holiday weekend jaunt back out to Arizona was way too short, even if it was longer than I'd planned. American gave me the gift of an extra unplanned day in AZ that I wish I'd known was going to happen so that it could have been used to advantage, rather than dedicated to six hours in the Tucson airport and an evening of wondering what happened to Baghdad ER at the airport hotel (it seemed

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On my way back from a site visit today (which was, in itself, a bit surreal-- I was introduced to a group that I was about to speak to with a mini-rant that ended with the declaration that parts of the city that used to belong to the introducer's people were now being taken over by my people) I passed two young Mormon missionaries riding their bicycles (helmeted and on the sidewalk, white shirts,

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The other night I saw my friend Do who was in town briefly from Tahoe. It was great to see him, as I hardly do now that he's moved from the end of my block to the left coast. We met up at Toledo and round about 9:45 I realized that I *had* to get something to eat right then, or I was gonna throw up. Yes, that is a stupid reaction to your blood sugar level dropping, but I know from experience that

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Amber tagged me weeks ago, and I'm just now getting around to contemplating one of her tags. Things will be stupid hectic for a while yet.... but I got a message from myself about how stupid hectic it really is going to be this morning. I've been wandering around my disheveled apartment for the last week wondering wtf happened to all of my smalls. I was gettting down to the point where I thought

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Goddamnit, I was tagged a week ago, and *still* haven't had a chance to answer. How terrible is that? Worse still, I had, in essence, already been tagged by Amber for the great drunken taxinomy project of Adams Morgan-- an idea she has been mulling for a while in the wee hours of the night (and which I mulled good and hard at the same hour when I lived in the building next door to Chief Ike's

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I went to see Neko Case (on a solo tour without the New Pornographers) last night at the 9:30 club. She and her band put on a great show, and despite having a hole in her throat (!!), treated us all to that big big big resonant voice that you'd just about sell your soul for. They played my favorite song of hers (outro with bees), which I was surprised about, as it's a tiny (about a minute) song--

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Why have I titled this post crybaby? Because it is the title of the first of two emails I received, one on top of the other, with some of the best spam poetry I've ever read. This isn't mere dabbling, people, this is pure genius. Read on-- but I warn you! Be prepared to be moved!secondary school listless forecast sill Arctic as manuscript to nonfat top-secret scribble familiarly, vulture

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large format Originally uploaded by birdcage. You know, I don't get a lot of chances to take the Calumet out to play. Mind you, taking it out to play usually reminds me of all the reasons why I don't usually take it out to play. It's heavy. The tripod is heavier. It's unweildy. It's sometimes hard to see what I'm doing, and I often end up with strange things in the corners of my

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I was going to write a post about going to see Billy Bragg on Monday. But it's a busy week at work. Okay, they're all busy weeks, but I this one involves public presentations, so busy in not only the regular ways, but also in the self-defensive, must not make an ass outta myself sorts of ways. So I haven't written the post. And I've now forgotten all the clever things I was going to say. So I'll

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I took a class at the Washington Glass School to learn how to make polaroid emulsion transfers on to glass. The class was run by a couple-- a pair of photographers who own their own buisness-- who passed the class and their six month old baby back and forth throughout the afternoon. The process turned out to be shockingly simple in terms of steps (there are a manageable number, and they are

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Originally uploaded by birdcage. Yes, yes, I went out West for a bit in the middle of changing jobs. Have I planned to write a post or two about it? Bien sur. Am I finally getting around to it? Well... not really. It's more like I'm getting around to acknowledging that I haven't done it, but that it's on my to do list. Sadly, so is "finish blogging about the trip to Venice," and that

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I've had the most chang-a-licious six months, ever, and that is saying a lot, as I am a why-bother-just-repainting-when-you-can-knock-down-walls kind of changer. This last round has been pretty revolutionary, even by my standards. I've moved house, finally finished grad school (and am now *not* a student, for the first time since I went back to college in 1991 after dropping out of art school),

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anatomically correct Originally uploaded by birdcage. The Idiotarod! Ah, yes, it is like a Hash, with shopping carts. And with nastier sabotage. With zip ties and bike locks and hack saws. It's like the Iditarod, with less snow, fewer dogs, and a lot more beer. Actually, it's like a race where you dress up funny, tie yourself to a shopping cart, drink a lot of beer (or shots, your

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barricaded So I arrived back from my trip out West at around one in the morning (flight from Chicago delayed-- shocked! shocked! Not really). I hauled all of my crap down the walkway (two trips), and struggle with the perpetually persnickety lock as the chilly wind comes howling and whipping up Rock Creek Park, over the ridge and right up my coat. Finally open, the real challenge began: getting

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lucky strike Originally uploaded by birdcage. Oh, to be able to avoid the superbowl. I must admit, I am no fan of football. It's long and slow and boring and yes I know it's a bloody game of strategy like chess, but you know what? I don't like chess either.So when offered the prospect of spending superbowl Sunday bowling, well, hey, that is better than chess. Except that I failed to recall

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I had one of those trippy experiences the other day where you think this cannot be happening. Ironically, I went to see a play with a friend of mine at the theater down the road in which a whole series of coincidences happens, which are necessary for moving the plot of the story along, but which struck me as so outrageous as to be distracting. A little while after I got home I got an IM from an

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With Surgical Focus Originally uploaded by birdcage. Went to see Bob Pollard, formerly the front man for Guided by Voices, at the 9:30 last Saturday. (okay, that's kind of stretching it. Perhaps Bob Pollard is the artist formerly known as Guided By Voices? Not entirely.... but close) It was a pretty good show-- the main set was all his solo stuff, but they did a lengthy encore that was

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Walking down 18th street to meet up with some friends for dinner a young fellah wearing really not enough clothing for the weather (something that is usually the domain of the girl with fake ID) hopped out of a cab not to far in front of me. He was wearing hip-hugger jeans and a thin button-down shirt that was buttoned down (dark curly chest hair, thank you) and a courdoroy suit jacket. It was in

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I got a spam message in my work inbox today. The weirdest thing ever:Call out Gouranga be happy...Gouranga Gouranga GourangaThat which brings the highest happiness!yeeeeeeah. okay. Uh. sure.!!!

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Manhattan Bridge Originally uploaded by birdcage. I went up to the city for about 36 hours to see a friend of mine over the weekend. It was great to see him, and I'm glad I went, but when a full quarter of your time is spent on the Chinatown bus listening to (really) 16 dialects of Chinese bellowed into cell phones (christ, people, are you trying to make sure they will hear you through

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hello sunshine Originally uploaded by birdcage. The day after getting in my final bits on the dissertation I moved. Unfortunately, all the the time I'd set aside to pack had been sucked up in dealing with the dissertation filing problems. Which meant that when friends arrived on Saturday to help me move I wasn't done packing. (Mad props to Anita for packing my kitchen. And mad props to all of

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100-0042_IMGOriginally uploaded by birdcage. The last few days have been insane. First I finally got this email:Wed, Jan 4 2006Your submission has been accepted and archived in DSpace.Wheeeee!! So I call the thesis office to make sure that I'm now done and find out that I'm really really not done. The signature page is printed on non-archival paper and will not be accepted until it is printed

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So I get back from San Francisco late this morning, and I'm totally beat and jetlagged. I check my email with the plan to take a nap right afterwards and here is what I find in my mailbox:Dspace submission rejected: January 3, 2006To collection: Theses and Dissertations (CLOSED)Your submission has been rejected with the following explanation:Jennifer, Great job, just one page that needs

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Here's what my week has looked like: DSpace: Submission Rejected Fri Dec 23, 2005To collection: Theses and Dissertations (CLOSED)Your submission has been rejected with the following explanation:I have reviewed your documents and you need to make the following changes. 1. All margins must be set at 1.6 for the left and 1.1 for all others. The preliminary section is currently at 2.25" and the

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last person on earth Originally uploaded by birdcage. My flight isn't leaving until 3pm, and I have to be out of the room by 11, so I contemplate what to do. I think I thought there might actually be something to see when I booked the flight (also, I vaguely remember that the other flight option departed at 6am, which is something I don't do unless the country I'm in is being bombed), but I

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sla and rose petals Originally uploaded by birdcage. My friends Kanika and Paul got married today in Orlando, which is a hell of lot better reason to go to Orlando than Disney World as far as I'm concerned. It was an all day affair, beginning at 8:30 in the morning with the Cambodian ceremony followed by lunch, and then a church wedding in the early evening followed by dinner, DJ, and

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Celebration Originally uploaded by birdcage. Celebration, Florida. I read an article about Celebration in the New Yorker a few years ago and had felt both drawn and repulsed by the description of it. Or, perhaps more accurately, I'd been drawn to it because of my repulsion. (I'd also thought that it might be a really interesting place to take pictures). I'd then forgotten all about it.

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odeway inn Originally uploaded by birdcage. Friends of mine-- that I met when they met each other-- are getting married tomorrow, so I've come to Orlando for their wedding. Orlando! Someplace I hadn't been since I was 11, and all I remember about it was Disney World. A new place-- always interesting, right?Or not so much. Or maybe I needed to be in a different mindset to really appreciate it

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At the gym this morning they were playing the video of Portland, Oregon, the duet between Loretta Lynn and Jack White of the White Stripes. I really like the song (and the whole Van Lear Rose album), but am I the only one who is creeped out by the video? I think I can handle that Loretta Lynn has had a lot of plastic surgery and still dresses like she's going to the prom, but the set up of the

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Okay, so it's taking longer than I'd planned to write up those blog posts about the trip. It's taken me a bit to catch up with all the stuff I wasn't doing at work while I was away, and then I went to Chicago to see a friend I haven't seen in ages, and more work when I got back, follwed by a work trip to Pittsburgh, catching up with work I missed when I got back, and then it was Thanksgiving with

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the red boat Originally uploaded by birdcage. Last February I began to plan my first vacation in two years. I had a credit from getting bumped from a flight a while ago and being forced to spend the night in Atlanta, and it had to get booked posthaste, so I looked at the list of places that I could fly to for about the cost of the credit and immediately decided on Guatemala. I've always

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thinking Originally uploaded by birdcage. It was well after noon when I finally arrived on Murano. The island itself seemed like a provincial Venice that had been completely invaded by glass sellers. And what glass! The good, the bad, and the oh so very ugly. To my eye, the good was the jewelry, all of which I liked. But none of which I could justify buying. The bad.... I'll go with the

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Burano Blues Originally uploaded by birdcage. Today I decided to head out to see a couple of the islands that surround the main islands that make up Venice. The obvious choice seemed to be Murano, the island where the famed Venetian glass is made. And as long as I was out there I might as well go check out Burano, more or less the next island., where lace is made. I got a later start than

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art and lunch Originally uploaded by birdcage. The day before leaving for Venice a friend of mine pointed out tht John Berendt's new book was about Venice (Berendt wrote Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, which I have pleasant, but vague, memories of). I picked it up for the flight, and it has made for some interesting reading. Venice is a small city, so even after a few days here

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night light Originally uploaded by birdcage. When I return to my hotel at 5pm I feel as though it might actually be possible to require the amputation of one's feet as a result of a vacation. I am a big walker in general (I walk to work more often than not). I walked all the time when I lived in New York; I walk almost everywhere DC. My vacations have always involved a lot of walking (and

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afternoon cafeOriginally uploaded by birdcage. My first sitdown meal reminds me of why I hadn't been terribly impressed with Italy the last time I was here. The food is okay, but really, it's okay. Not spectacular. And it is expensive. My one course meal with a single glass of wine sets me back 28 Euros. I've certainly had worse. But, more to the point, I've also had a hell of a lot better.But

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pigeons (shiver)Originally uploaded by birdcage. Fear the shop with the little, well-groomed dog. Whatever they are selling, you can't afford it. While walking around today I saw several establishments with small dogs: an art glass store specializing in hand-blown bowls with gilded designs inside the glass (lowest priced object in the window, 300 euros)-- shih tzu; a mask and costume shop

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prow Originally uploaded by birdcage. Once I'd finally found the hotel I decided to go wandering around. I'd been warned by several people that I would get lost, so I thought that on the first day I'd try to embrace getting lost. I headed out with a bag full of cameras, no destination, and no map. (Okay, I forgot the map, but I really did head out without a destination). I ended up

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doubles Originally uploaded by birdcage. I arrive at JFK steaming and furious about the whole camera debacle. I have three hours at JFK to contemplate this. I call home to check that the camera was picked up without incident (it was), and while on the phone I suddenly remember something that I forgot to do (I always forget something when travelling, often something large and necessary.

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One of the reasons why I decided on Venice (well, besides the whole big-vacation-plans-foiled-by-mother-nature-and-hey-I'm-so-sorry-about-the-global-warming-thing-but-jeez-I-don't-even-have-a-car thing. And the Lima ticket was really expensive) was because not only have I always wanted to go, but it seemed like a particularly good place to bring a large format camera. I imagined all those lovely

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banker's hours Originally uploaded by birdcage. Just one of those days, I guess. Small things all damned day. First, in preparation for my impending trip to Venice I wanted to roll some 620 film so that I can take the Imperial. I recently picked up a Foldex for just this purpose, as it has feed and takeup chambers large enough to do both 120 and 620. Roll it from one to the other, no

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long-ass day Originally uploaded by birdcage. I got up at the crack of dawn yesterday an embarked on a long-ass day of non-stop activity-- why does everything always happen all on the same day? As soon as you commit yourself to doing something, suddenly there are a thousand other things that need or want doing...I got up to head for Baltimore to see my friend Lea finish the half-marathon.

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There is a woman who goes to my gym and is often getting ready in the locker room at about the same time I am. She is very chatty, and particularly so with another woman who is often getting ready in the locker room at the same time that I am. As a result, I now know way more than I should about her, her personal life, her love life, her relationship with her boss....But mainly it's her love life

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I had to go to the DC city government office for a variety of errands today. An interesting place. And surprisingly musical. The guards who wanded me down on the way in were singing some R&B song together, almost completely disconnected from the process of checking me for weapons. The janitor was mopping the floors with headphones on and rapped loudly to the tinny beats coming from the machine.

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in memory Originally uploaded by birdcage. There were a whole lotta people in town yesterday to let the administration know that they'd had enough of the war, among other things. Estimates today are somewhere around 300,000 people participating in the march. Estimates for the pro-war/pro-Bush group are up to, uh, 200. Quote of the day yesterday came from one of the... pro-war? anti-peace?

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MIA Originally uploaded by birdcage. Went to see MIA last night with my friend Lea at the 9:30 club. She put on a pretty good show-- all energy and excitement (a virtue of youth?). The stage was the domain of a gaggle of young West Indian women who danced behind her while a dj spun far in the back. There were a couple of tv screens that I saw coming in, but couldn't see from where I ended

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How freaked should I be by the guy at my gym who talks to himself? I mean, okay, we all talk to ourselves sometimes, but this guy is a regular talking to himself guy. I've only ever seen him on the stair master that looks like real stairs. It's next to the machine I often use. He wears black socks pulled half way up his calves and his stringy, thin hair is all over his head in a variety of

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Wow. Some people just don't really have an appropriate sense of the difference between private and public activities and behaviors. I rode this bus to the gym this morning, and a clean cut, kinda dorky-looking young man (actually, when I first saw him waiting at the stop I thought he was a Mormon doing missionary work. But he didn't have a name tag) got on before me. I'm not really a morning

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The pajama girl got shorts! I went to the gym this evening and the young woman who is usually performing one-legged circus tricks on one of the ellipticals in her flannel pajama bottoms while wearing a puffy, frosted bun that makes her look half like someone who should be wearing a bustle and half like she got lost on the way from her bar stool in Elizabeth, NJ to the bathroom was on her machine

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cold beer Originally uploaded by birdcage. Went to a DC United game recently, and it was heaps of fun. Because football is perhaps the most underrated sport in the country (everyone plays it, no one watches it), we were the closest I've ever been to a field during a sporting event, with the exception of that one time when I was seven and my dad got seats at Fenway right behind home plate.

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I got one of those this morning. When I got home last night my new phone/pda thingy started beeping because it needed to be charged. That was when I realized that, in addition to leaving behind my water bottle, I'd left the charger for the phone plugged into the power strip in Fran's guest bedroom in Florida. Next to the charger for the ipod my mom kindly gave me for my birthday (I think she

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double Originally uploaded by birdcage. I am a year older, and probably no wiser. But I did have a cool party at Meze. About a dozen or so Flickrites got together for three birthdays and a send off for one phlogger/blogger who is heading to Egypt on Sunday. Good food, and a few of those blackberry mojitos...mmmm. yummy....

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Walking home from work today I heard three conversations between people seemingly alone and someone I couldn't see. The first two were with someone only the speaker could see-- a snuffalupagus conversant, if you will-- and the last was a cell phone conversation. There were breaks between them, but I heard no other conversations during those breaks.Guy #1: Dat's right! You know it. I don't know

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