day three hundred sixty-four.

 Annette Lemieux

Weight, 1990

 

i visited krannert art museum this afternoon to catch a few exhibits before their closing this weekend.
while i couldn't take any pictures inside, i did make a stop in a particular bathroom on the way out for reasons both practical and curious.

KAM is connected to the art & design building, wherein emotional undergraduate painting majors often get contemplative in the stalls, fully equipped with writing implements.

you might remember this image, from way way back on day seventeen:

well it's still there, albeit with a few adjustments:

and some more:

lylas.

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.

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 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 ninety.

its tuesday night! which means i am naturally posting about sunday!

WARNING

the following post contains some items of a macabre nature

beth and i traveled out to walter reed hospital to visit the national museum of health and medicine. i've been wanting to go there since i arrived in DC, so i was very excited that it was also at the top of beth's list. it also happened to be beautifully empty of other tourists.

the sign is need of a little preservation itself

immediately when you enter the museum, it is assassination central:

hey beth

squares and a space chimp

thumbs up

this reminded me of harry potter (the bezoar part. not the stomach-shaped hair below)

still is.

salute to facial reconstruction

its pretty amazing actually what they could accomplish even during WWI

okay, so the prosthetic leg on the right was furtively fashioned in 1942 by 2 american inmates in a japanese prisoner of war camp for another POW with an amputated leg, from the remains of a leather belt and metal folding chair, whittled using only a pocketknife. WHAT.

dr. brennan?


visitor comments!
people are impressed/disgusted/shit just got real
(as always, click to embiggen)

we made our own sunday night dinner


burritos, veggies, and a day surrounded by diseased organs and bones
what could be better?

day one hundred eighty-nine.

part two
science, housewives, and gift shops

the remainder of our american history experience on saturday
(brian boitano's figure skates not pictured)
(not because i didn't take a picture)
(because i did)

a scientist escapee from the air & space museum, probably


utopiaaaa

brunette betty draper

(i'm watching a mad men marathon right now. its a "best of season 2"- does that mean the entire season?)

(also there is a very dramatically cut commercial for at&t u-verse customers who might lost AMC before the mad men season premiere. reactions to kennedy's death and dramatic face rubbing. amazing)
(end television tangent)

i want this living room.

OH DEAR

careful, ladies

for keith

images of classic dresses...on this

fashion: N/A

bo would not fit in a purse

"oh, my hair looks okay."
also, it stopped raining

we ended with a pizza dinner at ella's in chinatown
soy cheese & spinach + sangria, and a birthday cupcake for beth from red velvet

also: i finally got my badge today for work. i think security is going to miss seeing me get signed in every morning.