day two hundred eight.

last night i went out to dinner with my new band, jenny & the librarians

plate paparazzi

green tapas (lucky clovers with gooseberries)


today i went to the movies and then an early dinner with jessica & her roommate marley

the surratt boarding house is now a chinese restaurant called "wok n' roll"
(the broccoli with garlic sauce was conspiratorially good)

the paper placemats foretold my future

placemats: the new match.com

meet my prospects:

day two hundred seven.

a shaqtacular dance friday to you and yours.

day two hundred six.

after our field trip, the intern super-group of nicole, jeremy, scott, and myself (one jessica short of being a librarian army) went to the national portrait gallery/american art museum for some norman rockwell-ing and me being sad about not seeing LL Cool J.

from the lists exhibit:

Gordon Newton (b. 1948) to Samuel J. Wagstaff (1921-1987)
voucher, undated
($5.00 for "Bad Habits")

and onward to see the king
(and his pocket)

rock n' roll arteries

really, book title writers?

i don't know if jeremy is in love, or suffering from mustache envy.
(both)

day two hundred five.

today the interns took a trip to baltimore to tour a maritime administration vessel called:

CAPE WRATH

boats need libraries too
(and storage space)

the labels for the phones to the radio and steering gear rooms were in polish

anyone for a swim?

intern nicole ate these at lunch
it tasted like lowry's seasoned salt

i won a prize for knowing the name of cape wrath's sister ship (cape washington)

the hand model formerly known as intern jeremy said they tasted like porcelain.

sweet, sweet porcelain.

also, one of the men giving the tour asked if there were any future lawyers in our midst, and all i could think about was arrested development, given the context:

Maggie Lizer: What kind of law do you practice?

(Young Michael: You’re a crook, Captain Hook.)

Michael: Maritime. Maritime law. The lawyers of the sea.

Maggie: Ah, a submarine chaser.

day two hundred four.

i had to go to target after work today, so i stopped at the how-in-the-district-did-i-not-know-it-was-right-there-before-now vegan bakery, sticky fingers.

i'd say it was worth the $9
not pictured: cookie

tomorrow: on a boat!

day two hundred three.

this is what the ladies room looks like when you work in transportation

and this is what is slid under your door when some interns have too much time/don't understand how to deal with problems:

golly, i just feel so oppressed living in this fancy new building, with free shuttles to the grocery store and metro, and a washer/dryer INSIDE the apartment, but i'm so afraid to "rock the boat" while i live here temporarily and there is nothing to punish me with.

i understand a certain amount of frustration if things aren't working in one's apartment, but there are better ways to go about this.
the only thing being overpaid for are these photocopies.

day two hundred two.

yesterday was friend katrine's 25th anniversary of birth

riding the metro, towards the pentagon

the makings of intense birthday garlic bread

she had friends there representing aspects of her entire life: grade school, high school, college, grad school, law school, denmark, scotland, london, and DC

roman birthday candles

everybody in the elevator, NOW

a roof with a view

today i watched two movies on tv and (sort of) worked on my paper. sunday night UNO party starts now.

day two hundred one.

today is friend katrine's birthday, for which i will be brewing up some garlic with a side of bread.

the heat index was 98 degrees last night at 10:00 pm and my metro car was unventilated. an old woman walked in and quickly out, saying, "man, its like some dante's seventh circle shit in there."
yes, old woman. yes it was.

day two hundred.

pete and trudy campbell wish to welcome you to dance friday, on behalf of our 200th day together.

may all your hats be fancy, your dances well rehearsed, and your emotions sufficiently repressed.

day one hundred ninety-nine.

(about to get bounced)

tonight consisted of writing three letters at the same time, drinking iced tea, eating blackberries (of the non-phone varieties), talk of the suburbs, and imposing french pop/the beauty of yelle music videos on intern jeremy: "Its like if Amélie and M.I.A. made a video." (i hope to one day live in a world where such things are possible)

goodnight.

day one hundred ninety-eight.

three of my great friends celebrated birthdays this week. to celebrate, i accidentally flooded the bathroom. i mean, i cleaned the floor. i mean, i took a shower and kept the water wholly contained in its intended receptacle.

but seriously, i got you guys this:

love, the internet

day one hundred ninety-seven.

my chip looks like a paper airplane.
even my food has the DOT on its (salty) brain.

day one hundred ninety-six.

i checked my old yahoo email address for the first time in a long while and this gem was waiting for me, courtesy of my former roommate beth:

who said a good man is hard to find?

day one hundred ninety-five.

walgreens had a sale yesterday on highly sexualized candy

edible glitter not included

save me, apple pie flavoring


my favorite grocery store also happens to be just a few blocks away from there

wikipedia, on the foggy bottom neighborhood: The area is thought to have received the name because its riverside location made it susceptible to concentrations of fog and industrial smoke, an atmospheric trait that did not prevent the neighborhood from becoming the original location of the United States Naval Observatory.



i went to target today and when i returned to my street, there was a jubilant flooding in progress

oh, and i bought a dress.

day one hundred ninety-four.

back to business as usual: the business of posting pictures of food.

last night i had dinner with librarian friends scott, jessica, nicole, and jessica's roommate marley.
we tried going to jaleo, home of wonderful tapas, but opted for rosa mexicana so we could make our 9:30 movie. nicole was entertained by her view of a puppy outside.

we had time to pick up dessert afterwards:

red velvet

death stare

jessica, scott, and i then saw "inception" at gallery place (no spoilers here, so no worries).
i went in knowing as little as possible about the plot, which i think was a good move.
i'm fascinated by dreams and the subconcious and soundtracks consisting of tuba blasts, so it was really enjoyable.
it was also essentially architecture porn for scott.

i carried my cupcake in its tiny box in my purse through the movie
it held up pretty well, but not so much on the metro home

uh-oh
still delicious: black velvet (vegan/gluten free chocolate with faux buttercream)

my brain was still moving when i got home, so i finished my latest book:

one more theory about happiness, by paul guest

i knew i was going to like it when i started crying beneath my sunglasses on the bus by chapter two.

day one hundred ninety-two.

welcome to thursday, the new early saturday morning!

for beth's last night in town, we went to the guam liberation day party at the cannon house building to rub elbows (literally) with interns and snazzy staffers in a crowded fancy room. they had free drinks, food, music, shushing from important people, and loinclothed dancing. i forgot my memory card, but we did get these, which i turned into a table ornament:

a very DC way to wrap up her visit


i also finished my space book:

i think certain friends would enjoy it very much, especially since there are entire chapters devoted to such topics as: dogs, cubed food, vomit, gravity-free urine collection, and interstellar pooping (though generally not all of these things at the same time).

mary roach even cites a u of i animal sciences professor (in the feces chapter, naturally):

and since its a galley (uncorrected proof), the spelling suggests a bit of a classier beverage preference than most students living there are accustomed to: