And I Haven't Even SEEN a Krispy Kreme

I'm totally smitten. I think I might just set up camp outside the big church that looks eeirily like a courthouse. (Hmm.)

I visited the Renwick Gallery yesterday, not bad, a couple of worthwhile paintings, but overall an unimpressive exhibit. They had this strange "American Silver" exhibit that kind of reflected a timeline of American art/architecture/culture/immigration through tea services. Hey.. I guess you work with what you've got in the attic.

Then I went to the Corcoran.. and cried. They have this spectacular Warhol exhibit on, with probably 100+ pieces on loan from Pittsburg. I did, I cried. I started at the photos of Truman Capote, picked up sniffles as I gaped at the Sing Sing Electric Chair silkscreens.. I was so impressed. To actually see these works that we've all see so many times, to be close enough to touch them, to see the paint brush bristles left in Jackie Kennedy's portrait. I cried.

After that, walked by the White House and the Washington Monument. Now, I've gotta break from the art stories, and note the effect that such a giant phallic monument must have on a man, say, even the President, when he looks out of the White House every day and at the giant white penis across the street. It kind of inspired a little testosterone in me, I should say. This gigantic, erect, supremely white erection, just there in the middle of the greenspace. Needless to say, I gaped back and forth between the few for a couple minutes, then had a strange craving to eat a hot dog and fire off some ammo.

Stopped by the Smithsonian (yeah, like anyone "stops by") to catch a few of their exhibits. Hit up the dinosaur bones and the evolution exhibits, and even saw the Hope Diamond, which was pretty nifty. There were like, three million screaming kids and a plethora of chinese women in these weird little matching cardigans and safari hats all lining up for pictures next to the triceratops. Which, I have to say, I did have visions of coming to life and stomping all the oxidentals to a cashmere and sequined paste. Godzilla...

Also went by the "African Voices" exhibit, which was really neat. Unfortunately (and of course, without intention) it was like, way back in the corner of the museum, after you walked past all the "Museum Shop Storage" and "Mind Our Dust" signs. Hmm. It was really neat though, they had childrens dolls from different era's and regions - that was probably my favorite. So, after I slogged back to the main museum (and through the "Sikh" exhibit - I shit you not, they had things like "What do Sikh's eat?" and "How do Sikh's celebrate?" with little diaramas.. heheh...)

I headed home, but not before checking out the J. Edgar Hoover building (woo hoo FBI!.. but, get this.. the tours were cancelled. I wonder why.) which had some supremely friendly security gaurds, and walking past the "National Committee for Committees" building.

Came back in time to make some dinner, and hung out with Bryan after school. Had a couple glasses of wine and talked Economics and disparity and all that juicy stuff. I had a really nice time - he's so smart, and so interesting, and has perspectives that I've never even considered. Every time that I sit down to talk to him I learn something. I hope I'm like that eventually.

Have so much more to tell, but I'm headed out to the Jazz Festival - Duke Ellington grew up here, so there's a lot going on. Hope all is well - hate to remind everyone, but it was 25 degrees here today.. *sigh* It's tough. Love you all.