Where do photojournalism students go to think about world affairs? Goldie's Italian, $7 pitchers of India Pale Ale.
Marisa probably won't eat the rest of her rigatoni from Goldie's Italian. However, it's seldom a problem for anyone to finish one of Goldie's fresh pitchers of India Pale Ale.
This is Chan Chao. He is a natural mentor for photography students and the instructor for our Documentary Processes photo class at the Corcoran College. A couple days ago I learned I had a 2-page spread in New York Times: A Nation Challenged, a coffee table book published in 2002. (Now if I could just get a piece of the Pulitzer they got for coverage that year.) I took this cheap shot of Chan holding it up very briefly in class. You can see the $4.99 "bargain bin" price tag over the title. There is also a picture of me and my comrade Joseph Chenelly on page 171.
October is Chinese Awareness Month at DC's Kennedy Center. To pop the hypothetical cork, firework and gunpowder artist, Cai Guo-Qiang, set off a beautiful show of traditional fire works followed by an intermittent series of powerful explosions he calls tornados. Me and my friend Andrew Bain went to check it out. "I think it's over Andrew, everyone's leaving." "It's not over." "Dude, I wish I could believe you but..." BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. "Oh, you were right."
I went to the civil wedding ceremony of Jury and Natalia at the Montgomery County Courthouse this morning. There were many different parties there, some waiting to pick up their marriage certificates, but most to have their wedding ceremonies performed. It was really bureaucratic. Everyone still goes through the metal detector at the courthouse entrance. Brides and grooms take a number and wait in line.. . .
Natalia and Chris sit outside the back entrance of the Corcoran Gallery. Chris, who is using a trash can as a pinhole camera, proves that the bigger camera always gets the girl.
I walked down to the National Mall today to see what was left of the big Sept. 24th anti-war march. They were doing a lot of cleaning up. There are more demonstrations scheduled for tomorrow. I met a Vets For Peace member named Mike from Connecticut. Then I was taking a picture of a ball in a field and another Vet For Peace from Connecticut, named Mike, introduced himself. It had me wondering where I was from.. . .
Congratulations Renee and Rodney on a wonderful beginning of the rest of your lives.
I just happened to be mailing a bill near the White House when Cindy Sheehan's caravan pulled up. If you've forgotten who she is -- the outraged mother who lost her son, a Marine, in Iraq. Instead of sitting at home grieving, she hit the road to Crawford, Tx. to confront President Bush and question him about a war it seems most of the U.S. doesn't agree with. Usually when I'm asked about Sheehan I say that she is bringing attention to something that needs attention brought to it. But having been a Marine I also understand that when you sign on the dotted line, you may end up giving the ultimate sacrifice. A couple months ago I told my 71-year-old, cancer-fighting mom this. Mom didn't agree, "If you would have died over there [in Afghanistan] I would have killed someone!"
This is a friend, Mike Esposito. An artist that I go to school with here in DC. Way back in high school in Illinois I met my first friend by that name. Of couse we called him Mickey (and we still do).
