Hey Hey Silver Diner, I wrote you a song

Not really but I probably love you as much as Bob Dylan loved Woodie Guthrie!

You make me feel like I'm 17.

Wednesdays, Lately

It always rains on Wednesdays. There was a considerable amount of lightning and it smelled like over-ripe strawberries in the streets. I asked them to put more whipped cream on my frappachino at the Starbucks near my class. I was in a terrible mood most of the day. It probably had to do with being behind on everything and my computer's start-up and scratch disks being full. That, and I'm technologically incompetent. Well that, and a few other things.

I realize I haven't posted anything in a while, blame it on my camera cord. How is someone to remember their toothbrush, iphone charger, book and camera cord every time they go somewhere? I've left The Sound and The Fury in three different locations in the last week, but he has been pretty good about finding his way back to me. If you're reading this Fury, come back to me-I'm waiting! I think the start-up disk in my brain is full.

The top photo is Brian riding my grandparent's bike into the Atlantic Ocean. The bottom photo was taken Tuesday night in my backyard while my mom was grilling burgers.

Georgie Cream Cone

This is the first thing I did with my Photoshop. THE FIRST THING.

Isn't there something great about a poorly photoshopped photo? I think so.

This is my cousin Georgie, photoshopped onto a ridiculously sprinkly ice cream cone that I ate with my cousins on the Virginia Beach strip. Admittedly, I put these two photos together because they happened to be snapped on the same warm summer day, so they were in the same folder on my computer. I would like to think, however, I was subconsciously creating something that demonstrated the saying "so cute I could eat you with a spoon", because Georgie is one of those cute cousins that you always want to hug (no offense to you other cousins).

Why does that saying exist? Perhaps it explains why I grit my teeth when I pet Koa to keep from, I don't know, biting her? The cuter the object of my affection, the harder I want to squeeze. Is this a survival of the cutest thing where you want to destroy (in my case, by hugging/asphyxiation) that which is cuter than yourself? I don't really know.

I'm not trying to tell you that I literally want to eat Georgie, but there is something that is just perfect about this photo, jagged edges, subliminal messages and all.

Texts from my Dad

These are all within the last two weeks, I think the warm air is getting to him:

Sho mama says

Oh lord won't u buy me a Mercedes Benz? My friend all ride horses, I must make amends...musings of a bored CVFD meeting attendee.

Shama lama ding dong-what are we doing for Brian's b-day?

Send me a picture you short-haired wench.

We are Japanese if you please

Rocky saki

Make it a stupendous, life changing day!

Foggy Bottom Farmers Market

Last Wednesday was the first Foggy Bottom Farmers Market* since uh...December.

Praise be to God for sunflower and flax seed bread and spinach. And none of that baby spinach shit, I'm talking about hearty and toothsome spinach with flavor that doesn't wilt.
And huzzah for eggs with orange yolks that don't break, because Lord knows I be liking my eggs these days.
Amen I say, amen to parsnips and turnips and spicy bison beef jerky sold to me by a man with a goatee.

Wednesdays just got real good. Now I have just enough time to hit the farmers market and eat a quick dinner to the first 25 minutes of Gilmore Girls before class. Yeah, I like Wednesdays.

*For many months I was not sure if it was Farmers Market or Farmer's Market (note the apostrophe). Is it a gathering of multiple farmers or a market put on by farmers thus making it theirs? Well, it's both, so I took the matter to Google. While it corrected me when I typed in Farmer's Market and not Farmers Market, I was still skeptical. After more Googling, I read the first Farmers Market was intended to sell produce to non-farming folk (and was established in LA). So there you have it, Farmers Market. If you were already aware of this fact, then let this story be an example of the wonders of Google.  Once upon a time I wanted to live in a time without Google, then I stopped reading so much and found gchat. Hallelujah!

Like up on the Roof, Roof

(Tell your boyfriend not to be mad at me)

I guess everyone has a roof (sorry to marginalize all the hobos reading this). Here at The Colonial, we have something between an accessible and inaccessible rooftop, and by that I mean we gots a fire escape and a semi-flat, semi-slanted roof.  From this roof, however, one can see all of Foggy Bottom, some of Georgetown and the Washington Monument.

The climb up is a tad precarious but absolutely worth it. Mom and Dad, please stop reading here.
We've tried to instate a no-drinking-on-da-roof rule, but denying yourself a warm night/beer/roof combo is senseless, senseless I say!

Unseasonably warm weather has allowed me a few roof sessions, one spent eyeballing the Super Moon and the other spent reading/napping with Garden Salsa SunChips and trying to will the sun to freckle my nose.

If you haven't already noticed, clicking on my photos will take you to my flickr where you can sometimes find other goodies, like blurry Drew cupping the moon.