I've been watching a lot of television lately. It calms and creates my writers' block. I have my own Nielsen Television Rating project. I find myself watching the History Channel in the morning and cartoons like Futurama, and King of the Hill in the middle of the night. Is gathering information while I drink a cup of coffee jump starting my brain? Do I look for comfort in humor when it gets dark? Oh, Night! Your strange comfort is a daily reminder of Death. (Dramatized for television.)
I went to the Corcoran College 2005 Talent Show tonight. There is more musical talent here than I imagined. I guess it goes with the territory. On dark nights I write sad songs about the music I never learned to play.
Some people say life is about making the right decisions at the right time. I stink at Chess.
Today the weather is grey. Yesterday I wore a light jacket outside. Today it is snowing. Yesterday I though it might be warm again today.
El Tamarino Restaurant is the perfect place to introduce new-old friends to old-old friends. I met up with old-old friend Joe, whom I haven't seen since we were both in Kandahar, Afghanistan four years ago. We were both combat correspondents, and both surprised to see each other as sergeants in Afghanistan. The last time we had been in the same place before that we were privates, fresh from boot camp at Defense Information School.
Today I covered part of a story I had long been anticipating, the Special Operations Division of the Metro Police. The scenario was an unplanned reactionary drill to improvised explosive devices. It took place in stark surroundings at a waste water treatment plant. One of their officers suited up to observe the device under protection.
The American Disabled For Attendant Programs Today, or ADAPT, held a protest today calling out the National Governors Association on a promise made to gain more flexible use of Medicaid funds. The money would go toward finding community-based alternatives to nursing homes and other institutionalized care for physically disabled people. The rally started at the gates of the White House and continued up Pennsylvania Avenue to the Capitol Building.
Here is my friend Matt taking a break in the back of the van on the way back to pick up some more furniture. My friends Andrew and Maris moved from Capitol Hill to Adams-Morgan this weekend. There was no question that I had to help them move. Andrew has helped me move 3 times since I've lived in DC, and Matt has helped me move at least once.
This is Lauraine behind the bean counter at Swing's Coffee Shop. She fills a role in my life that is sometimes limited to the African-American community. I know because many of my black friends have an older woman they respect and talk to who is not related to them called their "Auntie."
... suitable for a White House investigation.
