Morton Street, an alley near the Walters Museum, Baltimore.
Photo taken with a Palm Zire 71.
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It is 29 August 2003, and I wish to extend a blessed HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY to Valerie. Now, go get her something.
(I will be back in September when I finish establishing a decent framework for converting a bunch of dynamically generated sites at work to standards- compliant, CSS-based layouts. Zeldman’s little orange book has been an indispensable resource.)
A bright red rose blooms in front of the Smithsonian Arts and Industries Building.
Photo taken with a Palm Zire 71.
In front of the Hall of States Building on North Capitol Street, CBS shoots a scene for local police drama “The District.”
Photo taken with a Palm Zire 71.
It wasn’t Halloween, and I had seen no Bat Signal, but there they sat, the dynamic duo, with the theme from the original — and still the best — 1960s Batman blaring from the speakers. Probably a sorority initiation (they were female).
Photo taken with a Palm Zire 71.
Unpacking and refurnishing are my least favorite parts of having a new apartment. With the boxes still piled and the room still bare, the place felt at first more like a prison than a domicile.
Fortunately, with furnishings and other odds and ends purchased from DC.CL, LNT, TCS, and NWL, the room is feeling more and more like home.
(Remind me to tell you how I got my Serta Perfect Sleeper full size mattress and boxsprings for free.)
The first Monday of August, I called up Verizon and asked for a local landline. The signup service was quick, and the operator was friendly, and they said I would have my line activated by afternoon of the very next day. Tuesday came, but no dial tone. Wednesday, still none. Thursday, I called again, and after keeping me on hold for 30 minutes, they told me my order had never been placed. I had to repeat the signup again, and then they told me I failed a credit check — impossible since I know my credit is perfect. I got irate. I yelled. I finally got service. They say I will get my landline on August 21: a far cry from whenever that liar from the first call told me I would get my line. I must wait that long till I can decently receive phone calls or dial up from home. (Do not talk to me about broadband. I am poor.) Verizon, you blow chunks.
It turns out the Fox News DC office is right across the street. I can feel the Patriotic Brainwaves making me more Fair and Balanced by the minute.
I just found out that my neighborhood in DC is called “East End,” though more people think of it as “Union Station.”
I’m leaving for Chicago and Wisconsin Dells tomorrow, and since I still lack a phone line at home, and seeing that I must prioritize work and the task of refurnishing for a long while, I will be in a state of reduced web presence for a few weeks. There is much to write about, but no time to even think. I’ll be back soon. Pray hard.