Me, Matt, Maris, and my three friends Andrew took off for RFK Stadium Sunday afternoon, to watch the Nationals spread the "PHILADELPHIA CREAM CHEESERS" a.k.a. the Phillies all over the field. The Nationals played superbly; Philadelphia played like a "runny CHEESE STEAK, running down my arm." Those "cheesey losers."
"Back of the bus, Back of the bus," the crowd control agents at the Conner Gallery smash everyone in to compensate for their lack of space. They know just how to treat people there. They harass me for a press credential and I never even intended to take the leather cap of my wide-angle lens. I guess you need to be a licensed artist in their pretentious space. I left yelling obscenities.
Cutting my hair in an attempt to change my identity. Legs today, arms tomorrow.
I am back in Washington, DC to some unexpected cool weather. It was good being in Florida breathing in some freash air, visiting my family. I can't wait to start this next semester.
My mom likes to go to Perkins Restuarant to eat. In some way Perkins reminds me of a time before I can remember. They used to have a lot of them in Western Pennsylvania where my family is from. My mom says sometimes here boyfriend complains before they enter Perkins that it's "just a bunch of old people." She reminds him that they're the same age as the other patrons.
Today was my nieces first day of college. As she was getting ready to leave I said, "Good luck on your first day of college." "It's only for an hour," she said, reminding me she also had a job interview. But it's the first of many many hours I explained, and wished her good luck with the job interview too. "History in the making!" I yelled. She drove by putting on her sunglasses, trying to ignore me.
This is a Golden Silk or Banana Spider. It is a bad nemo, which not exactly the opposite of a bad omen. It just happens backwards. For instance, I had already suffered through a headache caused by a single Harvey Wall Banger when I saw this spider. "Ahhh, thanks for reminding me bad nemo." (Also, I just learned this morning from my good friend The History Channel that the number 666 in Revelations actually referred to letters of an ancient alphabet. Historians translated the number to the name Nemo Cesar, historic persecutor of the Christians.)
"Red toad at night, interesting sight. Red toad in the morning, you must have fallen asleep outside last night." I went out to a bar with my sister, her boyfriend, and my niece last night. It shares something in common with many bars across the country, its name -- County Line Bar. About half of the other county line bars I've been to, across several different states, are usually on County Line Road. I didn't expect the atmosphere of this bar to remind me of Appalachia, but it did. People from 18 to 80 shot pool, drank beer, watched drag racing on ESPN, and danced to the music of the band. A window into a culture that is concurrent throughout the rural communities of America.
I think I'm the only one who sees the resemblance between my mom and my great-niece Michelle. There are two generations separating them but I think they may look more alike than anyone else in our family. I rarely get a solid agreement on this. . . . 
Michelle even looks at me with a face of disappointment from time to time. I still get this look from my mom after I crack a joke or say something that she doesn't find the same amusement in.
This photo should clear up any misconceptions over what part of Florida I'm visiting. Behind those trucks (notice the cross on the grill) is one of the most heavenly places on earth, Sonny's B-B-Q Pit. My niece Carol and I ate there for lunch. She got ribs and I got the 3-Way Pork Combo -- ribs, pulled pork, sliced pork, Texas garlic toast, baked potato, and pork and beans. If America had taken to a Gainesville chain like this instead of McDonald's we might still be obese, but we would be eating a lot better.
I don't know if I've ever realized (until now) how fast the storms come and go here in Florida. Some describe their surreal movement as travelling like cars, because you can see the small showers come and go down the street. Whenever it starts raining everything heads for cover, including lizards.
