National Gallery East Wing

Streets imitate Trails
Buildings imitate Shelters
Pens imitate Sticks
Sinks imitate Springs
Drums imitate Thunder
Horns the Wind
and Art imitates Life

Small Square Window

outside blue wind blows between buildings that aren't houses but are homes/ cool air drops its weight into bricks/ smell doesn't travel well in the winter/ steamy alleys seem cleaner

Bardic Thanks

Somewhere over Ragged Mountain, Past the Albemarle Square, I took up the invitation to have a good Thanksgiving there. I was greeted on the hilltop by an injured pack of dogs, They my guides into the table where the feast was laid out grand. (My momentum grew so eating that I nearly took my hand.) We ate and drank into the twilight, Forget the early morning sun. And the wine continued pouring, And the hymns were being sung. I finally realized in the morning how this thankful thing was done. Thank You Andrew and your family, Thank you Thank you, It was fun.

Birthdays Party

Kokopoolis, a great place to celebrate the birth of Kahtlene and Joyce. They both turned 21.

Strange Visitors:Eccentric Genius

Me and Mike Anderson went to visit Andrew Campbell.
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When he picked us up at the Metro we all had to sit in the front seat because the back seat was full of carpet.

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Andrew listens to my worried voice on his answering machine.

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Andrew used his Hasslblad Camera to take lots of pictures. (Almost to an uncomfortable level.)

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Until Andrew found some wood glue I was going to fix one of his chairs with a jumprope.

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Andrew kept his larger plant in the kitchen sink for easy watering.

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Before it got too late, we got a ride back to the Metro.

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Mike showed Andrew how to used his car stereo. Andrew thought it was broken.

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Late night in the Metro we waited as a couple argued over their infant.

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Finally, we are back in Chinatown after a strange night out. We will be visiting Andrew again in the future.

LaRouche and Cheney are Bedfellows

My good friend Casey Smith took this picture of me today. There aren't too many people in DC who like Dick Cheney, but there are probably fewer who like Lyndon LaRouche. He has his cult of young people stand on street corners, a non-partisan annoyance. Today while I was waiting for the evening light I decided to stand by the LaRouche Cult with a sign of my own, "LAROUCHE AND CHENEY ARE BEDFELLOWS!"

Thesis Thinking

Our class will have its pre-thesis show in a couple weeks. Choosing the photos we will use had everyone crazy in class last night. Kevin and Daniel (one of our instructors) do some heavy thinking in the hall.

Dada Lang

Every Tuesday I have a class called Dada Language, taught by Welsh poet Doug Lang. Doug reads poetry from different movements throughout the past century. And the class reads their own poems too. Here is a link to some of Doug's poems -McSweeney's. Here is a poem I wrote off the side of my water bottle in class;
Crystal Geyser
alpine water
always bottled at the source,
to maintain the quality
and the freshness of our spring ...
Water.

1841 T Party

Andrew Bain and his housemates threw a giant party. It was a problem containing it within the house.


Live-in DJ and plenty of beer. I was still trying to get a fill up when they kicked me out this morning.


Hey, could you clean up the bathroom before you have guests!

Air Force Jazz

I went to the Airmen of Note Air Force Jazz Concert at George Washington University to see jazz vocalists Tierney Sutton and Tech. Sgt. Paige Wroble. Live jazz is great, this was some of the greatest I've ever heard.