I went to that Italian deli again. There's something just so physical about brown paper bags that I love. The feel, the holding of groceries. Not sure if it's a retro thing, or if there's something so tangible about it. It just makes me happy. So does the delicious sandwich inside. Yum.
7.22.2009
7.20.2009
7.17.2009
365 - mourning ring
I picked up a ring while in Williamsburg -- it's a hand-made (in the Silversmith shop) of an 18th century mourning ring (given out at funerals). I got one for Claire a few years ago, and I've always loved it. So, huzzah.
365 - breeches role
Amy in her role as "Mr. Scribble," a breeches role in this case, which is a role of a male character played by a female. Amy was, by all accounts (including my own), fabulous, shining in a great shows to boot. Lots of calls for "encore" - which in the 18th C. meant that you would quite literally replay the last few seconds of the show -- of course those calls were coming from good friends in the audience.
All in all a lovely time, and of course, we're all jealous of how well her suit fits (better than any suit fitting any guy in the area!)
7.15.2009
365 - harry take II
Since this photo was taken at 3am, I think it counts. I'm sad I don't have a photo of watching Dr. Strangelove with Nick today, which was a blast (no pun intended!) and exactly what I needed -- or of class, which I'm enjoying more and more but realizing that we only have 3 classes left.
Frustrating to have a class last only a month when you wish it would last a semester. On the plus side, 2 weeks until Japan, which means my list of things to do before I leave grows ever-longer. Phew.
7.14.2009
365 - harry potter
A late post, because we were out late watching the most recent incarnation of the Harry Potter films, Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince. It was fantastic, but I must to bed, leaving only the lament that we were one of few folks dressed (and fabulously so) for the midnight showing, which made us sad. Thankfully, the sadness did not last, because we were dressed so amazingly, even though I had to disguise myself as a Gryffindor. :)
365 - alas, babylon!
This book has kept me up pretty darn late. It's frightening, but that's not why. It's compelling. Gives an interesting perspective on the dawn of the nuclear age (written in 1959). It's due on Wednesday. I'm halfway done.
7.12.2009
7.11.2009
365 - morning
Good morning! After a night that ended at 5am (surprisingly) due to late-night diners and talking, it was nice to just collapse into bed and not worry when I woke up. Still woke up at a reasonable hour, which was nice. Headed out this evening to celebrate Alexandria (the city)'s birthday, which promises fireworks and I'm not sure what else.
On another note, I love having my bed next to a window. I will relish this as long as I don't leave anywhere near any place plagued by earthquakes. The weather's been so lovely recently (today is the first sliiiightly humid day), breezy, in the 70s and 80s, wonderful, so I can still fall asleep with the window open (and a fan on).
365 - it's been a rough few days
Here, I waited for my car to get fixed (just oil change &c) and attempted to learn Hiragana / Japanese syllabary.
One of the more difficult days of my life culminated with a sandwich from the Italian Store, a lovely deli, a night on the town with some girlfriends, and screaming the lyrics to pop songs. Also, a stranger randomly spun me around in circles, and Leah listened.
7.08.2009
7.07.2009
365 - drive home
Today was a long drive home, since I left at the regular time (and not my usual 8pm - 10pm ish), but it was a lovely day regardless, and I always forget how simply green things are this time of year. So, along Canal Road (while stopped), I snapped a photo of the trees over the canal. I rather like this overabundance of greenery.
7.06.2009
365 - double feature
Grass stains on my jeans from the BBQ.
Quite a few books for classes arrived in the mail today - can you tell what I'll be studying for the next month and a half? I'm rather excited for Japan, though I'm just trying to keep everything in order in preparation. Hard to imagine that it's coming up in a few weeks!
7.05.2009
365 - snake whiskey
Apparently, he asked for it for Christmas.
It's snake-infused whiskey from Thailand. Apparently, a cobra with a vine snake in its mouth. Unreal. Sadly, the only photo I took last night from a fabulous Fourth of July BBQ in the city. Not photos of the delicious bacon-wrapped-shrimp, no photos of Nick's adorable dog Eva, no photos of the 10 different fireworks shows we could see from the hills of Fort Reno (one of the old forts to defend the city), but a photo of snake whiskey.
You'll have that, I suppose.
7.04.2009
365 - navy yard
Oh, gosh, I've been dreadfully remiss in this blog, and I realized that I rather like having a chronicling of what's happened in my life, so I'm beginning anew. I'm making myself post a photo a day, which even without its context, will tell me more about the day -- though, knowing my verbose nature, I won't be able to resist waxing poetic.
At any rate, here's number one. I know, I'm starting in July (not January, which I suppose is "traditional" for these types of things, but I went to Artomatic and I was inspired. So there you go.

At any rate, here's number one. I know, I'm starting in July (not January, which I suppose is "traditional" for these types of things, but I went to Artomatic and I was inspired. So there you go.
This is the Navy Yard station, since we went to a Nationals game today -- my first of the season, which is pretty depressing, considering I vowed that I would go frequently. I suppose you'll have that.
We had, however, a lovely time, and it's that perfect summer weather -- before the humidity comes in full force -- where it's pleasantly warm, and stays warm into the night. 77° tonight, with a slight breeze, and it was perfection. Add Ben's Chili Bowl half-smoke to that, and it's pure heaven.
From there, it was off to Artomatic, which is kind of like Festival of the Arts in that it's 9 floors of art installations and art for sale, and even a tattoo parlour! (the officially website adds: "nine floors of visual and installation art, theater performances, dance and comedy, three music stages, street performances such as fire dancing and drum troupes, and a film screening theater " ... yep) It was fabulous. We probably spent 3 hours there, and I only made it to the 6th floor, and this was after all the shows had finished!
At any rate, a bully start to the 4th of July weekend, even if I don't do anything for the rest of the time. Lovely.
Now... to bed!
3.04.2009
short trip, long trip home
Well, I headed to San Francisco for the weekend. This was to be a relatively uneventful trip -- of course, it was a bit more of an adventure.
Fortunately, the weekend itself was lovely. Friday was quiet, and I took a trip into San Francisco to meet up with my cousin Amanda & her friend Brittney. They're both studying abroad this next semester, and it makes me so happy. I so loved my time abroad, and it's such a chance to branch out, travel, and really come into ones own. It changed me so much, and now, I just can't wait to go back. Of course, that has to wait.
But this time, I headed back to Eric and Lisa's and had a quiet night. We knew that another 8 people were showing up that night (ok, 3 a.m.) so we relished the calm.
The session was the next day, and it was... amazing. Probably one of the best we've ever had. Engaging, funny, dark, plot-focused... It managed to completely take my breath away, and I was so glad I went. More on exactly why later, though, because we must focus on the road home.
My flight was cancelled due to thundersnow in DC, and the first flight out that I could get on was at 7pm. Fortunately, I was rescued by Lisa, who fed me and we chatted non stop for 5 hours. From there, I present my trip in photographic form.
I think that pretty much sums it up. I have never been happier to see mini-bagels in my life.
More on the session itself later.
2.21.2009
Bioshock.
Inspired by Eric's most recent post on his thoughts on Bioshock -- though I warn you, spoilers abound! -- here, I thought I would write a few of my own. As for spoilers, I will avoid them until absolutely necessary, and then there will be great big warnings. Promise.
To begin with, everyone had told me that I would love Bioshock, and I absolutely did. It's so much of what I like in video games, from the compelling storyline, to twists, to the look of things, plain and simple.
Here's what I'm talking about...



Set in 1960, you're on a plane that crashes over the mid-Atlantic, and find yourself next to a lighthouse. Climbing into the lighthouse, you take a bathysphere down and it's a city beneath the waves. Completely in disrepair, it's an Art Deco-themed city where something clearly has happened, and, as you travel through the city, you piece together more and more of the story. The story, incidentally, is fantastic.
You get pulled along into this world, and get more attached to it the more you explore. The whole time, you're genetically altering yourself with what are called "plasmids," and give you the ability to shoot lightning, fire, confuse enemies &c. There are weapons involved as well, so more often than not, you're attacking with a "one-two punch" of plasmid + wrench / gun.
You're being led along this whole time by a voice over a short-wave radio named Atlas, and your goal is to find him and his family, and rescue him from Andrew Ryan, the creator of this city of Rapture. Ryan, meanwhile, is talking to you as well, calling you a "parasite," and what's fantastic is that Rapture was created as an Objectivist / Ayn Rand paradise. In fact, Ryan's first speech to you is:
"Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? NO says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor. NO says the man in the Vatican, It belongs to God. NO, says the man in Moscow, It belongs to everyone. I rejected these answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture! A city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be constrained by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well!"
Please note the banner reads "Altruism is the root of all wickedness."So of course it appealed to my Ayn Rand-ian loving heart. In this case, of course, Ryan is what you are fighting against, and as you experience what he does to stop / kill you, you feel yourself aligning more and more with Atlas and his resistance movement. It spurs you on. Atlas and his lovely Irish brogue and neat turns of phrase -- asking you "would you kindly" do such-and-such and saying he hasn't heard from you "in a dog's age." It's lovely, and particularly as a woman, you begin to look forward to his next communication. He is also a handsome devil, which is just icing on the cake.
It's almost as if you're developing this deeper relationship with Atlas, even though for most of the game, he's just out of reach, and you're traveling through to find him. I got excited, when he was right around the corner, and you begin to believe in him and his cause and crusade against Ryan. Below are the posters in his propaganda campaign against Ryan -- great design, too! -- and they tend to be in hidden places, so you get swept along in the underground nature of it as well.
Here be spoilers to follow! If you want to read -- Dad, I want you to play the game, so don't read! -- highlight the text below (it's colored white) to read it.
So, I thought the game would culminate in your finding of Ryan. It happened rather quickly. Well, not too quickly. But sooner than I would have expected. Herein lies the twist.
To begin with, you realize that you are Ryan's son, fathered by a stripper in Fort Frolic, or the "pleasure" area of Rapture. You've also been mentally conditioned to automatically respond to a command when someone uses the trigger phrase "would you kindly?" You realize pretty quickly that that is the particular phrase that Atlas has been using all along, making you progress further through Rapture.
Once Ryan is dispatched (he uses your mental conditioning to have you kill him -- it's a bit disturbing), you take his genetic key to prevent the city of Rapture from self-destructing. As soon as you fix it, though, Atlas comes on the radio -- phew! -- and tells you: "Good work, boyo!" This is comforting, until he starts to laugh maniacally, and his voice changes. He then reveals that he is not Atlas. Atlas was a cover-up for who he really is, a man named Frank Fontaine, Ryan's ultimate rival, who up until this point, you think was killed in a shootout a few years ago. Fontaine then tells you he brought you to Rapture solely to kill Ryan, conditioned you to hijack the plane to crash, and now has no use for you.
It is at this point that the game heads into high gear. It's great. My mind was blown. But -- in a sense, that doesn't fully express what I felt. I felt... betrayed. I had put so much trust into Atlas -- I had loved him, in the sense that you feel that devotion towards someone whose cause you follow, but also in the sense that I had developed a connection with him. Through all of the mess of Rapture, he was always there -- and then --- gone. Frankly, trying to kill me.
Eric speaks of Fontaine becoming someone that is beyond redemption -- beyond grace -- and must therefore be killed. I saw it more as a deep betrayal, and saw my first goal as escaping Rapture. If I had to kill Fontaine to escape, so be it, but if I could get out and free, that was fine. Of course, this isn't an option. You have to kill Fontaine -- but that comes later. As I progressed, Fontaine came on the radio more and more, his brogue replaced by a thick Bronx accent, mocking me.
Every time I heard his voice, it was like a knife -- this overwhelming feeling of how could you? How could you just use me? Wrapped up in expectation, this betrayal was deep, and it deeply affected the later part of my game. It's still hard to listen to movies people upload on YouTube when I hear Fontaine's voice, because that raw emotion is so tied to his voice.
I feel as if this isn't doing an adequate job to explain my feelings, but it honestly surprised me. I had no idea it would take ahold of me so much, and I'm still not completely sure I understand why. Of course, this makes me love it more. end spoilers
So, all in all, time well spent. It also stuck with me. I've been doing drawings and doodles of people and places in Rapture for the past few weeks, and you start to mull every single decision over in your brain -- which I would say is the sign of a great game. Lovely.
1.27.2009
"ever forward"
Today, we did not realize, was Bid Day at American. For those uninitiated into sorority culture, it comes after Rush, which is when prospective girls and sororities attend a massive amount of get-togethers in the attempt to find a good match with each other.

Bid Day is a Big Deal. It is when you find out which sorority picked you -- there is a complicated mutual matching process, but that is a post for another day -- and at a pre-arranged place, all the sisters gather and welcome you into the sorority. There is, to be expected, a lot of screaming involved. It was this particular screaming that caught our attention in the middle of "Colloquium: History of the United States 1865 - Present" because it was all around us and quite honestly, came out of nowhere.
It's a big class, and a significant chunk of them are girls, and I was the only sorority member there. I realize that there is a nerd factor with History MAs that does not usually correspond on the Venn Diagram of Life with sorority membership, but it's not unheard of. Still, everyone was rolling their eyes at "those sorority girls" and while I realize that's a typical response, I wasn't sure how to explain. Of course, I mentioned that I was the only one there (laughing) but I couldn't really explain Bid Day.
My Bid Day was fabulous. There were only 4 of us, because we were the smallest sorority, and other groups had new member ("pledge" having all those connotations, it's no longer used) classes of 20-25, but we were 4. We had to run the length of the soccer field, because that's where the Sigma girls were, but it was exhilarating, running all the way, and running right into screaming, hugging, happy girls who were so thrilled to have us. Of course, I knew most of the girls at this point (and lived with some of them) but nonetheless it was wonderful.
The next year, I helped at Rush and again, they had a low number of girls. This was particularly painful, because we had worked so hard and met some wonderful girls. But that's how the chips fall. Everyone was depressed, and showed it on the field, before our new girls came out to meet us. I realized then: Wow, they must have been sad last year too -- but I had no idea. I had no idea that to get a class of 4 is a hard blow to the sorority, and painful doubly so because of all the other classes around you at that exact moment. I just felt loved and so close to all my friends.
I was determined to not let the new girls feel this way. We chanted and cheered until we couldn't scream anymore, because I wanted them to have the same experience that I did. That welcoming sense, that love, that embracing (literally) that I remember as such a happy night.
So maybe I can convey what Bid Night means to me... but it's tricky.
I can't explain that these bonds are deep, and the happiness I get when I think of the mini-sisterhood nights that I had with two of my closest friends, Jen and Hannah, while we watched Battlestar Galactica together. It lives on, in our frantic emails back and forth between the three of us, trying to solve who the final Cylon was, and I love it.
Oh, and of course I texted cousin Jacqui, a Chi Omega here at American -- she sent back: "haha sorry we're so obnoxious." Honestly, though? It just made me happy.
1.22.2009
inauguration
So this past Tuesday was Inauguration. I debated going out of town, but eventually got convinced (it wasn't too hard) into staying. In retrospect: how could I not? I just had to bear the crowds, the cold, the standing. It was absolutely worth it.
Once we got on the Mall, it was too cold to take off my gloves... (19°) so I texted with my nose!
We sat next to this sign the entire time, and this -- right after the swearing-in -- seemed just so perfect. All in all, I'm not sure I can really find words to describe this. It was such a happy crowd, and everyone cheering during the speech -- I cried! -- and the sweet melody of "Simple Gifts," which I associate with American ingenuity and a new birth -- a new birth of freedom, Lincoln would say. Leah and I smiled during the speech, nudging each other when we sensed a Lincolnian turn of phrase (there were a few) or (in my case) when Gettysburg was mentioned.
It began with a slumber party at our friends' house, where we painted our nails red, white and blue and then woke up early. We ended up taking a bus quite far down (National Cathedral to Farragut Square) and it wasn't crowded -- which we credited to the hour and the fact that MetroBus is kind of intimidating to tourists. But not to us!
So we made it, and made it in and out of Starbucks rather quickly as well. Yes, we can! Leah and Olivia are clearly excited:
Here I am on the Mall, apparently holding up the Reflecting Pool:
The View: Actually quite good, because a lot of people couldn't see the Capitol. :)
This photo is me freaking out, as Obama is supposed to be sworn in at noon (it ended up being 12:05). Only me.
The actual swearing-in...
Can you see how many people there are? Also they stretched from building to building on the Mall. It was... unreal.
This is Leah and me, excited after the actual swearing-in!
...and finally:
We sat next to this sign the entire time, and this -- right after the swearing-in -- seemed just so perfect. All in all, I'm not sure I can really find words to describe this. It was such a happy crowd, and everyone cheering during the speech -- I cried! -- and the sweet melody of "Simple Gifts," which I associate with American ingenuity and a new birth -- a new birth of freedom, Lincoln would say. Leah and I smiled during the speech, nudging each other when we sensed a Lincolnian turn of phrase (there were a few) or (in my case) when Gettysburg was mentioned.
I thought the speech was lovely. I know some have said it was making jabs at the Bush administration, but I don't think that was the point. At this point, it is about unity, about reclaiming our proud heritage and status as world leader -- not enforcer, but leader towards democracy and all those ideals that we espouse. I thought it was more a call to service -- a call to abandon the failing ways, admit that some are no longer functioning, and use that intellect to forge a new path forward.
I think unity is the key word here. People booed when President Bush was on the screen, which I thought was in poor taste, both in regard to respect for the office, and the calls for unity. Obama spoke firmly about "unity of purpose over conflict and discord," and I believe that speaks to the heart of the issue. We need to move forward, united as a common people, embracing what I believe is our birthright of freedom and hope and change. Hope and change are not just qualities that symbolize Obama, but rather what we know we're capable of. Josh put it rightly that all candidates run on the platform of change, and this is no different. The change, however, is not just in government, but in ourselves, and it's that change that we need to embrace.
There is so much to this speech that I loved, including the winter metaphors, but particularly:
Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
I'm so happy I was there.
...of course, more photos.
12.07.2008
quarter century, take I
A hint of things to come-- I know I am remiss in updating, but hopefully this photo is worth it!
My 25th birthday is today, and we had a fabulous, 50s-themed party last night with the whole gang.
My 25th birthday is today, and we had a fabulous, 50s-themed party last night with the whole gang.
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