10 September 2011
Good evening lovers and interlopers,
I am hungry for art.
In a fit of hunger, I recently purchased several books and compact discs:
- Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture by Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter
- god is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything by Christopher Hitchens
- Supergods: What Masked Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, And a Sun God From Smallville Can Teach Us About Being Human by Grant Morrison
- Improvise: Scene from The Inside Out by Mick Napier
- Scott by Scott Walker
- Scott 2 by Scott Walker
- Scott 3 by Scott Walker
- Scott 4 by Scott Walker
- Take Offs And Landings by Rilo Kiley
- The Monitor by Titus Andronicus
I shall begin reading the books and listening to the cds (or possibly vice versa) and report back when ready.
In the meantime, hear and see the epic tale of two people starved for seafood.
GF and I wanted seafood a couple of weeks ago. We went to Baltimore to cure the craving, but came away having eaten no crab legs.
But, we still wanted crab legs.
One afternoon, after watching a commercial for Red Lobster’s Crab Fest, GF says, “I want a crab fest. I want a pound of crab. Bring it on.” I agreed.
Thus, we sought and found a Red Lobster in Alexandria, VA. Below is our journey in pictures.
GF waits for the Zipcar
I wait for the Zipcar
We made it! (Well, someone else made it, but we arrived.)
How do I feel about my dish?
This is how I feel.
Crab-ohydrates and more
Foot in mouth? Try a leg.
8 September 2011
Good evening lovers and loves and precipitous pals.
Earlier today I visited a Unitarian Universalist church for the first time.
I have not been in a church in a very long time.
The same feelings were there, but there was no edge of animosity or overpowering dis-ease.
The place felt downright peaceful. And it was enormous.
The sanctuary seemed incredibly natural and open and felt like a green house.
I later learned a student of Frank Lloyd Wright designed the church and the church even won an architecture award.
Later in the day, my shoes were soggy from the persistent downpour. I squished and squished up to the apartment. I couldn’t tell if my umbrella was weeping or had a slight hole in it. I kept getting wet on my face (especially my right eyebrow).
Here is a picture I enjoy from a house in Alexandria, VA:
A yellow door in front of me