I went to The Big Hunt with my friends Andrew and Maris. The best reason I like going to The Big Hunt (aside from the hot wings) is for the atmosphere. The place is decorated like some kind of fictional expedition. The room we were sitting in was a ribcage with mining lights hanging in it. But there are three different floors, even a patio. It is strange to see a wanderer walk by your table and bump their head on a replica mining lamp looking for the bathroom. It's surreal to see three tourists in winter coats pass by single file, like they're holding a safety line while looking for the basement. And with all the smoke and yelling I imagined it to be like drinking in a mine shaft.
When I got off the bus at Lafayette Park today Jesse Jackson was there praying right outside the White House with citizens organized to demonstrate against Ohio and other states' irregular vote count. After the prayer, hundreds of protestors marched down Pennsylvania Ave. through the cold and misty rain to the Capitol Building. The participants demonstration featured prominent activists, speakers, and protest music outside the Capitol to mark the historic[?] event in which Democrats interrupted the vote count and forced a House and Senate discussion on Ohio's irregularities. I am still not entirely sure what was particularly significant about the entire thing.
I saw one of my friends while I was walking home. Unfortunately she had just been in an auto accident. However, it was fortunate that she wasn't hurt and only a little shaken up. I myself have been in several accidents while driving in the rain. That's one of the reasons I no longer drive.
I am thankful I live in the age of refrigeration.
I saw these guys laying some traffic line today. It reminded me of those initiation-like jokes people play on newcomers. When I was a bus boy at an Italian restaurant in Pittsburgh the chefs sent me to the neighboring steak house for a "veal stretcher." Of course there was no such thing. One of the favorite jokes to play on newcomers when I worked at New River Air Station was to send them to get a spool of "flight line" and "chem light bulbs." My favorite administrative piece of tomfoolery -- getting newbies to retrieve their missing "ID 10 T" form.
I went to watch football with some people at my good friends Andrew and Maris's house. They are the first people I visited of the New Year. As usual we also played darts. Then me and Andrew recorded some improvised music. We made up a song about The Bum Isaac.
I haven't left my place yet this year. I had some friends stop by whom I hadn't seen in months. They were my first visitors of the year. This year I'm going to read more. As a result of that I am hoping to learn more.
I recently read an article about a photographer named Richard Prince. "Rephotography" was a term he coined for his style in the late 70s and early 80s in which he photographed all or portions of commercial advertisements and photographs. I'm sure video stills qualify as a form of rephotography.
Apartment dwellers on 17th St NW do their part to decorate the community for the holidays.
I hitched a ride with some friends to the Building Museum. It is always an awe inspiring site. This time I noticed that the higher up in floors you are the more modern the construction techniques become. The ground floor has columns in the first and ionic style, the ceiling may have been taken from a steel mill.
