Saturday
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Now that everyone from Fox to NPR (the full range of the rationality spectrum) has called the presidential race… I just gotta say… listening to the results tonight, it sure sounds like the Republicans got their asses handed to them across the country. They kept the House, but that’s about it. Lots of big Dem wins in the Senate and Governorships.
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
I like this article on gentrification in DC. (“Gentrification in D.C.: How will we remember those displaced?” in the Washington Post). While ‘gentrification’ is a loaded word, the article is one of the more balanced I’ve read on the topic. It doesn’t instantly assume that the new people moving into these neighborhoods are bad. (Though almost as bad — it does assume that all new residents will be interested in “improving” the neighborhoods.) It instead just asks that people learn about their new surroundings, and try to find a way to coexist that benefits everyone. That’s kind of — you know — the definition of civilization. Otherwise, we’re just in a predator/prey situation. (Which isn’t to say it doesn’t happen that way quite often. Just that I agree with the author’s request.)
As someone currently trying to buy a house in a ‘transitional’ neighborhood, I’m very aware of all these tensions. I’ve actually lived much of my life in such places; more often being in the minority dispute being a white male. But I don’t choose a place solely on what it might become. I’m sitting on the porch of the hopefully-new house right now, watching kids playing together. Watching people talk with their neighbors. Listening to the wind in the trees, and the sound of the nearby city. I love all this, and certainly wouldn’t want to lose it. Starbucks and a hipster bar would certainly be no decent replacement.
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Walked into TMobile location to ask for a small change on my account. Given recent miserable experiences with them, I assumed the worst, and planned on heading to Verizon afterward to switch providers. I walked out of there with more services than I started with, paying less than I started with. No shilling for TMobile — just saying that Stephanie B at 15th&H was awesome.
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I photograph subjects that have a mystical power to me. In that sense, every click of the shutter is an act of worship.
– Clayton Cubitt
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Over the last few months, we’ve been working on replacing some windows on the back porch. Previously, there had been a row of small windows, set high on the wall. They were fine for ventilation, but not much else. Unless you were tall, you didn’t have much of a view. And even then, it was kind of sad.
We picked up a new, large, casement picture window from Community Forklift.
We had to first remove the old windows. We took out all the trim. Took out everything securing the windows in place. Pulled the windows, themselves. We then had to open up the walls some more. The new window would be substantially taller, but not quite as wide as the old space for the 3 separate windows. Siding was removed as carefully as possible. We removed drywall and trimmed own the studs. We had to put in a few new cripple studs to support the new window. We did get lucky that the new window would basically be butting up against a 9 inch beam at the top, so there was plenty of support there.
We trimmed off the excess sheathing (particle board) and filled in along the sides. There was 200 hundred different kinds of sealing in a million different places. (Okay… maybe 3 kinds… but it felt like more). Once everything was set, we thankfully had a friend in town who knew something about such work. He helped us place the new window in, and shim it and tack it in place. And it really looked awesome. Suddenly, what had been a small awkward room in back became a place you actually liked to sit and relax.
We couldn’t save too much of the old siding. And the trim that had been cut for 3 small windows was never going to work for one giant window. So we picked up some new hardyboard siding, and some trim. Had the paints matched from some scrap pieces, and pre-painted the trim.
It’s an old house, so nothing is perfectly straight. Every piece of new siding had to be custom cut. We thankfully found a pneumatic hammer to help with the attaching the boards, so that moved smoothly. We sealed everything once, and would later seal things again. In between, we painted the siding, and touched up the trim.
(Before painting, a friend thankfully pointed out that while we had the wall open, we should consider whether we wanted to run any new wiring. So we installed an exterior outlet, and a new security light.)
It was really quite amazing, as the paint went up. It all just clicked. We still have to finish off the light, and replace the drywall inside. But it feels like a whole wall again. Only now the view is amazing, and the window actually looks like it belongs with the house. I can’t believe we actually opened up a whole wall and got it back to such a beautiful state.
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Up in New York, Ren Faire was always a lot of fun. A once or twice a summer trip. Having visited other fairs since, I can tell you it’s definitely one of the better setups. Permanent buildings, decent infrastructure. Lots of fun to go and enjoy the weirdness.
But down here, I have friends. Weird friends. Weird friends with weird interests. And some of them really get into Ren Faire. Specifically the Maryland Renaissance Faire. Many, many times a summer, even. So much so that it’s a good bet if I went to the White Hart tavern on any given weekend, I would find people i know. Immersing yourself in the weirdness is one thing… doing so with a bunch of people like this makes it awesome.
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Another year of Dragon*Con has come and gone. I think I have mostly recovered, now. Though I still haven’t completely unpacked.
(What is D*Con? I refer you to last year’s post, or to a currently popular video .)
What was new this year, for me? New people, as always. (Tiny, drunk lesbians. Impossibly sweet, little, Indian woman. The lady with the most awesome job ever. “Don’t panic” girl.) And dancing each night until 6am. (Well… white guy “dancing”). Hearing Bruce Schneier, Alice Cooper, James Randi, Anthony Michael Hall, Billy West, and David Prowse speak. Nothing really special from the vendors this year… a couple pins and some pieces of art. Though there was an awesome gift for a friend, found in the artists’ alley.
As always, the real enjoyment for me is relaxing with friends and taking pictures.
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Wonderful night out with friends… well… most of the second half of last week. Thursday was the Die Antwoord concert I’d been waiting for. Friday I got out of the house as needed, and ended up bar hopping on H Street with friends and catching a Burlesque Show at the Red Palace. (Ran into Katie, from the Derby… very nice to see her again).
Saturday was the housewarming for Eldridge. He has a wonderful new place out in the woods of suburban MD. There was fire, watermelon decapitation, lightsaber fights with hawt chicks, and plenty of barbecued meat. Rounded out the night sitting on the roof with awesome friends, watching the party dwindle down below.
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Mo quoted last night, “Everyone is experiencing the worst thing in the history of the world.”
…Until you talk to someone else and find out what their worst thing is.
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!