Capitol catches the last rays of sunset as we walk home.
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Capitol catches the last rays of sunset as we walk home.
(Capitol.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
Once upon a time, Real Live Preacher wrote a book. It didn’t sell too well through regular publishing channels, so he started selling the remainder himself. With each order, he would personalize the delivery with a free gift and a pithy dedication commenting on the buyer’s shipping address.
It was then that he discovered a key marketing tip: people like a personal touch. The good news: orders poured in. The possibly-not-so-good news: he would still have to personalize each one.
I’m glad Preacher kept it up. His audience loves his thoughts, and he loves them right back by adding a little extra thought for each reader to call his own. I just got my book in the mail, with a note on the title page about my home near the Capitol, and a little CD of Celtic lute music by his friend Ben Tavera King. That goes on the shelf right beside N.T.
A flooded street in Foggy Bottom. The rainy days continue.
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Commuters crowded into a dark Orange Line train.
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Once upon a time I thought these were some kind of brainlike fungi, but then I saw one fall from a tree by the Capitol and found out that they’re called Osage-oranges.
Dan (known to some as insomnyuk on Metafilter) came over to DC for the weekend, so I showed him around NASM and took him on the simulators. Here he is with a Federation starship.
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Pandora’s new favorite spot lately: in the way. She’s taken to stretching out right in the bedroom doorway so we have to either step over her or give her a gentle foot nudge.
(Okay, I admit it, I didn’t actually post this on Saturday, I just moved the post date back 24 hours to make it a proper “Caturday” post.)