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Karaoke "Bliss": Guess what I'm choosing to sing...

Saturday, March 24, 2007

San Diego: Balboa Park

TRAAAIN!!!
(For those of you who don't know, the red-haired guy is my son's father.)


Stopping to smell the roses.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Aeroplane: NYC to San Diego

Ready for takeoff.

Drawing.

Trying on the headphones.

A view from above.

Up and running.

Takeninhand.com is back.

Hmmm... maybe I'll post on that site...

Thursday, March 22, 2007

A Mary for every room... and a Jesus too.

My Uncle Henry, his wife Cora and her parents are devout Marian Catholics:







Miffy and the Breakbeat

You can still be submissive and be an equal.

Takeninhand.com is currently out of commission. It seems "taken in hand" is more popular in the UK than it is in the States.

Here is another website on the subject that is very well-produced: Humbled Females.

(See also my 3/4/07 post.)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Monday, March 19, 2007

DC: Under Construction

Of all the eighteen years growing up in DC area, and the last ten as a visitor, I've never seen this much new construction.
(These pictures were taken from a moving car, speeding towards the Chinatown bus stop.)








Eat Here: Capital Q BBQ in DC


Capital Q
707 H Street, NW
Washington, DC 20001
202.347.8396
smokin@capitalqbbq.com








Sunday, March 18, 2007

Obscure Reference of the Week: Ennui

ennui (noun) from Dictionary.com:

Pronounciation [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn-nwee]

–a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom: The endless lecture produced an unbearable ennui.
[Origin: 1660–70; F: boredom; OF enui displeasure]

The how and the why: This word came up when I was researching places to see in San Diego: Lonely Planet says there is "no chance to develop ennui" in this city. This is ironic, because the word embodies what gripped me last time I was there. I'm staying with my ex's parents, who are extremely nice and generous, but they aren't exactly exciting people. They don't like any contemporary music, meaning nothing before 1960 – no rock 'n' roll, club, electronica, not even pop. Their pulse races at the thought of going on a nature hike or to the symphony. The wildest they get is a margarita at dinner. Oh wee!

Maybe I should stay in a hostel.

See also "Ennui," a poem by Syliva Plath.

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