It’s one of those days when you can tell my hairline is starting on its way to an inevitable future of recession.
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It’s one of those days when you can tell my hairline is starting on its way to an inevitable future of recession.
(Hairline.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
Underside of the Whitehurst Freeway over the Georgetown Waterfront, DC’s own version of the Embarcadero in San Francisco. Except the Whitehurst is probably not getting torn down anytime soon.
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They’re Clementine oranges! And they’re called Darling! As a reference to the song “Oh My Darling Clementine!” Isn’t that clever? I think it’s clever!
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Some fresh rhymes from the Trader Joe’s men’s room wall. There were also two pennies on the floor by the toilet. I bet those tinkled.
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Pedestrian crossing light at 25th and Mass NW, smashed and turned in the wrong direction though still working.
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Jacquelyn, who is currently in Athens after Berlin, has very kindly uploaded more photos of the wedding to these photosets:
We are also now in possession of the color proofs from Reena, and we’ll be asking if these can be uploaded to Flickr with proper credit.
You may also be interested in reading my thoughts on marriage and theology, from an essay I wrote for premarital counseling.
Dog in sidewalk planter in Georgetown. He likes that grass. Watering bowl provided by Baked And Wired cafe.
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Amy and I strolled around the zoo over the weekend. Of course, the National Zoo on a summer Saturday is, like much of the Tourist Core of DC, Screaming Toddler Central, especially as we were going around the Reptile House, but things were quieter with Invertebrates. See the full zoo photoset here. Having forgotten my regular camera (the Powershot A400) at my in-laws’, I’ve been using my Thincam as backup, so please excuse the lower quality. Some snaps:
Oh, a Zoo tip: do not try to use your credit card with the vending machines. Dealing with two separate user interfaces: the machine itself and the POS card swipe (I use “POS” for both its meanings here), which barely interact with each other and give conflicting information, will frustrate you to tears as you struggle to extract ice cream bars from a machine which hates you for not having exact change on a hot sunny day.