Now that I have work to do, All I wanna do is blog.

Thoughts about living in a city:

People are crazy. Period. But there are MANY levels of crazy, there is the friend that drinks a little TOO much, the people that cry a LITTLE TOO often, the people that slowly begin to emulate you to the point of creepiness, etc. etc. But then there are really crazy people, the schizophrenic ones, who have true problems that prevent them from really, well, living normal lives. Its unfortunate and sad, but also, in some situations, a little frightening.

In a city, you encounter the REAL crazies more than, say, a medium sized suburb an hour outside of Chicago. For years, it has been easy to identify the crazy guy on the subway or the side street. It is usally his attire and his voice, often speaking to someone who is clearly not there, that set off the 'crazy alarm'. Let's face it, you know some one is crazy because they are talking to themselves.

Alas, technology has thrown a fork into the whole machine that is IDing a "Real Crazy": the Bluetooth. That darn tiny little earplug, sits hidden away from the casual passerby, while the owner continues their conversation.



Suddenly, everyone talks to themselves! Real conversations! Fights! Demands! In grocery stores, on the subway, on the street, the list goes on! What are we to do? How do we know that the man walking behind us off the bus is a schizophrenic or just a businessman with too many things in his hands?!?!?!

And fashion? Well now its cool to look homeless--its vintage!

So, I am slowly creating a list of IDers to clarify and figure out which is which. Because, let's face it, we need to be aware, its a matter of safety here.

1. Crazy People often speak in a non-language. This is made complex with the addition of many immigrants who choose to speak in their native tongues, some of which, lets be honest, sound a little like crazy talk. Needless to say, when a man is speaking in a language consisting of lets say two-three English words, often along the lines of (pardon the language) "bitch" and "shut up" and a lot of mumbling, well..my friends...that man is crazy.

2. Crazy People will Over React. Now, a stressed out person can act similarly, but will then clearly be embarrassed. The crazy person will continue. Non Stop. Just walk away. They will not notice.

3. When talking on the 'phone' the crazy person WILL NOT stop to allow conversation to flow, they will continue for unbelievably long monologues that exist only in poorly written theatre or, in this case, in their heads.

4. A Crazy Person often walks, well, hurriedly. Also, a similar shuffle is witnessed in the harried business person, but this crazy shuffle is often more even, whereas the crazy is often limping or slightly lopsided. Don't ask why, they just do.

A Post, A Real Solid Post

Well, I guess, I really have surprisingly little to say.

Yesterday was Valentine's Day, and while as I spent it romantically alone (as per usual) I was still surrounded by love from my family far away, in the form of flowers and groceries.

Washington DC is turning out to be a great city, and yesterday, I ventured over to Eastern Market, a place right near where I live. A little flea market/farmer's market, its in the more fun part of Capitol Hill.

See, DC is a neighborhood town, much like my beloved Chicago. You have to know which street to hit, which block to walk, because if you get lost, well, there is not much to see besides Government buildings, newly constructed condos, and falling apart homes.

A few days ago, I walked from the Phillips Collection to my house, a three mile walk. I took a single road, and walking through much of the down town area, I also found that if you looked one direction, you could see new luxury apartments for sale, and if you turned your head the other way, and looked a few blocks down, you could see falling apart gas stations, and rickety looking buildings.

DC is diverse, in its international flavor, filled with Embassies, Ambassadors and Consulates, but also with its Immigrants. See, DC has cupcake places, a startbucks on every corner (along with a sprinkling of Firehook Bakerys, tagline: Washington Born, Washington Bread), a million burger joints (this place is definitely a burger town, the pizza is not so much a speciality) and a hundred different ethnic restaurants.

Just like every city DC is famous for something, here its the GOVERNMENT! Have you seen the Whitehouse? OR the Captiol Buidling? Walked the Mall!?!? Ooohhh! White buildings in Neo Classical styling.

But once you move beyond that, see DC for more than just the CAPITAL, and for a city in and of itself, you slowly begin to see what it can offer in terms of restauarants, art, shopping, entertainment, etc.

On A lighter note:

As an employee of a certain little museum, I have learned a few interesting tidbits of information, I felt would be a bit interesting to share. Some more art historical, some significantly less so...so...

Martha Stewart recently celebrated the Inaguration here in DC by attending a soiree held at our precious little place. Supposedly, she had a man come specially early to walk through the entire building for her, and make sure that all the doors were opened ahead of her...apparently, she would be appaled to open a door for herself. Upon arriving at the gala, she through hissy fit after hissy fit complaing about the food, the lighting, and pretty much anything she could.


Although I could not bear to handle that, I still love Martha!!

Crazy, right??

Anyways, I believe that is about all...
Love everyone
Miss everyone.
Me

The Return...Although Its Not Quite Much To Say

HELLO! WORLD!

I am back. I took a break, really a distraction, but now i am back, tip top tappering away (Chicago reference...try to guess!!!) on my computer.

So, what is my life now? Well with Barry settling in, and work calming down, I am just living life in the big Capital city, on the Capitol.

I am trying, desperately to understand the art world, or whatever little bit of art world I am seeing. Its, quite, well, pretentious.


But, alas, I move on.

Last weekend, my sisters and cousin visited, and while we didn't do exaclty everything I had hoped, we managed to explore DC and see more than just monuments. Namely: The Phillips Collection, and Adams Morgan, the bar neighborhood.

At this point, I am just slowly realized that real adulthood is around the corner, and trying desperately not to freak out my future...

Oh. well.

I miss everyone lots. No funny dreams, but maybe next week..!?!?!?

Love Love
Love
me

Lykke Li Recap

So, I went to a concert last night. The Swedish pop singer Lykke Li performed at the Sixth and I Synagogue in DC's Chinatown area. I went.

To hear a song, click HERE


It began as a day of fesitivities, almost a double birthday party for two of my room mates here, and it continuted until the wee hours of the night, as a danced to the Swedish beats.

See, I had not really thought that it would be, so, well, synogogue-y. There was a huge stained glass window behind the stage, with hebrew letters and a star of david. And I remember thinking that it was the most surreal and strange concert I have ever been to. There were pew-like rows, but as soon as the singer came on stage, there was a mad dash to the front. I somehow was in the very front row, about two feet from the girl. She sang, she danced, and she pretty much brought the house down. It was an overall good concert, but very weird. Something inherently awkward about the whole situtaion, and while some of the crowd seemed into it, alot of people remained sitting and just grooving to the music.

Also, I found out that Lykke Li is 22 years old, so she is my peer, and I cannot help but feel like a failure when I stand in comparison. She is touring the world and performed for sold out concerts, while I am, well, just wandering around.

It was a good time, though, all in all. Lots of fun, Great music.








Just weird arena.

Miss you all,
Love you all,
me.