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.
"The job of a U.S. Park Policeman is never done." ... They don't really say that. Although it might possibly be the single fraternity of men with whom this motto seems likely. This nameless officer said there are approximately fifty small parks throughout the District that the force patrols through. "Not all in one day," he added. I think the horse was trying to tell me something.
Today I was going through my collection of military rations (MREs). I cooked an ultra-preserved ham slice in the frying pan and ate it with a serving of Bowl Noodles. The ham tasted better than it smelt. I had to use an air freshener around my entire place. Later I went back for some dessert. I found a Snickers Munch Bar, a common piece of many MREs. I took a bit out of it, swallowed it. I took another bit and realized that the peanuts were so old they tasted just like dirt. I have a beer.
Pedro Santos makes arrangements on the phone as his daughter Marina waits to have her picture taken. Marina is celebrating her 15th birthday. He said he invested a little more than usual for her birthday this year. "Do you know the [metaphor] of the budding rose?" he asked. According to Salvadorian tradition, at fifteen his daughter is now a woman.
The National Mall has some creepy looking places. The carousel in front of the Smithsonian Castle is a classic.
How long can one live on Bowl Noodles, McBurgers and hot dog vendors? Answer: Forever! (It has something to do with the perservatives.)
A burst water main on G St NW diverted hundreds of pedestrians in the White House area. Jimmy, owner of the Xchange Saloon (I designed their logo) built a bridge of pallets across the urban rapids. "Come on in and get something to eat," he encouraged the bridge crossers.
