day three hundred five.

 

 (i want some toast)

greetings from the far west of the eastern time zone (indiana). we had some pretty serious driving getting here last night in the snow, but all is well.

if you see abe lincoln today (in mug form, or whatever), wish him congratulations for being elected president 150 years ago today.

also, many warm thoughts to cousin brian for getting married and allowing me to wear a pretty dress.

day two hundred eighty-eight.

i remember sitting on a bench in august, staring at this screen- my feet tired, my head heavy with the things i'd seen, with the things i couldn't begin to articulate.
i remember the piano score was at just the right volume; i could still hear the things i wanted to: the footsteps moving in and out, the quiet sounds of the person next to me, there in the dark.

it was one of the best moments of my life.

convergences.

at left: lining pages, 1958

at right: volo bog (via maggie), 2010

things in the world, they eventually come together.

 (phantom limbs can find their host)

my monday was a bit disorienting. 

but beauty, it found its way through the wires. 

day two hundred nineteen(-ish).

goodbye, DOT.

responsible librarians visit the hirshhorn on thursday afternoons.

the elephant book of opposites

i then ate an entire village.

DC wrap-up post this weekend, when things have had time to settle.
look out, illinois. i'm coming for you.

day two hundred nine.

the daily what posted a link to this guy's livejournal last week. he merges modern european street scenes with their world war II counterparts, with fantastic results.

http://sergey-larenkov.livejournal.com/

garlic bread party at my place tonight.
get ready to smell (like heaven).

also, a happy wedding day to lisa simpson

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 one hundred thirty-five.

sculpture from junk: an epidemic
or, why some things are terrible

c1967

"hey, i'm marcel duchamp, the urinal guy? i put some marshmallows in a cage GIVE ME AN AWARD."

and i guess my sink of dirty, rusty flatware is more valuable than i thought