My friend "Chef Ryan" called me up to meet him at a bar called Sign of the Whale. He brought some girls who were really great dancers. After a while i had enough of the crowd. I went to a friends until the bars let out, then started my way through D.C. looking for action. I missed the main event by about 10 blocks ... *automatic weapons fire at 10th and Monroe.* To console my regret (sarcasm) I asked the officer whose radio I had overheard in 7eleven, "It could just be firecrackers, right?" "It might be," he said.
[*80s Lyrics]
Went to see the Walkmen and Weird War play at the 9:30 Club after the Corcoran Fine Arts Photography show tonight. The photo show was awesome. The 9:30 Club was also great. A nice loud performance. I carried a fallen street light around in the parking lot afterward. That didn't get as many cheers as the Walkmen's encore.
I got this shot while waiting impatiently at the bus stop on 16th St. I figured I had about 30 minutes to get to class. The bus finally came. When I got off it near the White House I was certain I would make it on time. When I got to the school I was question by the security guard version of the "Soup Nazi." Loosing time there, I rushed down the steps and through the halls. I knew I had made it on time when I swung open the door ... and saw some other class sitting there. It was even worse that they were in the middle of a presentation. Worse yet, as the gas cylinder of the door closed extremely slowly, I realized I walk in on this class every Wednesday. Oh well, my actual class was only 4 hours away.
"Light skin, can I get fifty cents?" "Sorry dude," I said to the sidewalk man. I stepped into Good Danny's Chinese, American, seafood, pizza joint to get a snack burger for my walk home. Before that I was celebrating Mardi Gras with my friends, Andrew and Maris. It was getting late and I hadn't taken many pictures so I decided to walk home. I found myself criss-crossing around streets following police lights in hopes of a photo. About five people were just routinely pulled over. I walked past a vacant lot and some cops had a prostitute and client held for questioning. By the time I got across town I saw a bunch of cops and emergency vehicles in a usual hot spot, 14th and Park Rd. I started trotting up the hill. When I arrived at the scene there was a man being loaded into an ambulance. Looked like health problems. The cops recognized me from Mt Pleasant. When I got to my neighborhood I joked with the guys at 7eleven that I would have to change my hat so they wouldn't recognize me. They all laugh and I realized my hat fell out of my back pocket. I found it lying on the corner of 14th and Park.
This is Eeyore the K-9. Today his job was easy. There was some suspicious white power found in an office building on 17th St NW by the White House. The biological/chemical team moved in. They checked everything out. Turns out some meat head left protien powder out. At least ol' Eeyore didn't get a nose full of anthrax. The K-9 handler told me Eeyore was purchased from a special training school for $35,000.
I miss having a dishwasher. My hands get all pruney. I guess the good thing is I get to chew the skin off my fingers.
This is one of my old friends Joel Nau (center) in the scullery of the USS Bataan. He was my videographer when I was in the Marines. We all had some extra duties on the ship. I was in charge of the laundry room. I had to visit the laundry room about once every other day and make sure things were running smoothly. I made some extra money too. Others would give me $5 for each set of cammies I had pressed for them. Extra duty pays off.
Dan and Solomon watch some tv while candling. Susan supervises the situation from the couch. Candling is said to help clear the ear canals, and relieve sinus pain. It seems like a every six months the populace gets sick. My friend Chris says his entire family has the "cruise ship virus."
Arrived at the North Mississippi Allstars show at the 9:30 Club a little too late. I had already started my night planning to catch up on some sleep when my friend Jesse called me and talked me into going. I agreed after I heard a sound bite of their music over the phone. I was almost disappointed when we walked up to the closed doors of the club, then I realized how tired I was.
We were the lucky winners of the VIP Black Cat parking, right in front of the door. At the beginning of the show I was a skeptic, but it only took seconds to discover that Hey Mercedes were real entertainers. Hey Mercedes (above) was followed by Wheat. Wheat's great set was followed by me drinking too much.
Studio lighting class was great as usual. This is one of four 2400 watt strobes we used for different lighting situations in tonight's class. Tomorrow is the Photojournalism Senior Show in the Corcoran Gallery's Hemicycle. I heard there are going to be some very interesting displays (great with wine-saturated conversation).
This is my friend Valerie. We took a ride down to the Lincoln Monument to get some photos for a class. She decided to donate money to the Park Police during their U-turn o' thon fund raising drive. For every U-turn you make the Park Police take $25 to feed their horses. If you're an animal lover I imagine it would make you feel good.
