Feb. 14th, 2009

Walking in the suburbs with the cute little miniature poodle I house-sat for over Presidents Day weekend. I don't usually like little dogs, but she was a sweetie.

Feb. 13th, 2009

House-sitting in the 'burbs of Bethesda for the weekend, waitin' at the neighborhood bus stop so I can make my way back into the District for a night out with friends

Feb. 12th, 2009

You know you're livin' single in the city when your grocery basket looks like this.

Feb. 11th, 2009

My boss took part in a pretty snazzy press conference on Capitol Hill announcing the launch of a new interfaith immigration reform initiative. And on my way to staff him, I met Katie COuric while going through Capitol security!

Feb. 10th, 2009

A frame I made. A photo I love. For more, read here.



"You cannot give somebody joy, but you can find it by trying. You can't save someone from death, but you can love them while they're dying." - Gratitude, 'The Greatest Wonder'

Feb. 9th, 2009

Someone on my floor has apparently been smoking somewhere nearby (in the hallway, maybe?), which seeps into my apartment & makes my teeny tiny place smell like smoke. To combat it, I've been creating my own smoke by lighting incense. I don't know what scent the incense is because I got it for free from Antonio, the homeless man who used to stay on the street in my neighborhood. I got him some dinner one day & he gave me this package of incense that a friend of his had given him - it had gotten wet, so the friend could no longer sell them, so he'd given Antonio lots & lots of it. Antonio was trying to dry it out to sell it, but in the meantime, he gave me a whole packet.

I haven't seen Antonio in a very, very long time & knowing some of his health problems, I worry that he he's passed away. But every time I pass his spot on Connecticut Ave. or light this incense, I think of him fondly & hope I'm wrong & that he's someplace living a better life.



PS: Don't make fun of my book collection.
PPS: Or my ghetto incense burner.

Feb. 8th, 2009

The best part about this sign (right outside California Tortilla) is that I've never seen a single pigeon in the area.