Transits, tears, and Ted Kennedy.

I have of course arrived in DC; been here about two months now. Not a bad town, not bad at all. The Smithsonian was surprisingly lovely, with a Transit of Venus section, and Julia Child's kitchen. And the Lincoln Memorial was impressive. I cried in the LoC, with the French books about the Middle East. Il faut touch them reverentially. Alexandria, too, is lovely. The best fireworks display I've ever seen, was this New Year's in Alexandria, and I'd never been so close to someone playing a cello before. Front row all the way, baby. If only I had no job, I could really appreciate this little slice of Americana.

I saw Ted Kennedy on the street, playing with his dog. He was using a tennis ball attached to a racket with string, right on the side of the road as we all walked by. And after some disbelieving debate ("From the back, he looks like Ted Kennedy." "Is that Ted Kennedy?" "Dear lord, that's Ted Kennedy!"), when he turned and his persona became evident, we shouted out, "We love you, Mr. Kennedy!" Ted, hearing this, turned and did a haughty sort of wave, acknowledging but finding himself superior to three twentysomethings walking to the metro, and to sushi. And that was that, until we ran across a Dane who wasn't sure what city the Liberty Bell is in. Then sushi, and Supersize Me. Speaking of which, where are my fries?

The potential falsification of dates in this blog, I find amusing. Nothing but trust, however, nothing but trust, as was inspired by the plane segment of the British military, though I'd already learned my lesson. In any case, this is true, this date. It's also true that I'm only just now watching Jerry Maguire for the first time, and while it was clearly overhyped, I am quite happy to hear Rickie Lee Jones on the soundtrack. 'Twas for her that I lost my car, the Lizardmobile, while picking up free tickets and then getting lost while trying to get to class. Poor Chrysler. Tampa was the nicest city, and the cruellest.

I'll be going to Nigeria soon, Abuja, and I think I'll stop in London for a few days, simply because it sounds like a nice thing to do. Nothing else really notable is happening. I work; I'm a worker; I work. A hummer, as it were, a drone. The dressform and website are coming along well. Weather in DC is unseasonably warm, now, and I'm loving it.