Oct. 6th, 2009

jazzfish: "Do you know the women's movement has no sense of humor?" "No, but hum a few bars and I'll fake it!" (the radical notion that women are people)
The majesty and power of law and justice: "I thought I'd share with you what kind of state Rhode Island is." (answer: an AWESOME one.)

We know tea.

Looting for Profit: "I think we've finally found the secret phase 2 of the underpants gnomes."

Via [livejournal.com profile] thanate, an amazing cellist (or sixteen). I recommend in particular the video of her performing "Escape Artist."

As long as I'm passing along Youtubery, I've been meaning to post a link to (Warning: lyrics are so NSFW it was censored by the FCC) Sarah Jones's Your Revolution for a month now. (While you're at it, look up Gil Scott-Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised," too.)



I've been lax in keeping up here this past few weeks. Some personal chaos has been eating most of my spare brain, I'm not ready to talk about it to much of the world yet, and I'm finding it difficult to push that aside to talk about other things. So, a random anecdote.

A couple of weeks ago I had a lot of fun getting not-exactly-lost in the District. I usually go around the Beltway to get to Greenbelt on Mondays, but I've recently come to the conclusion that the Beltway just isn't any fun to be on: wide, clogged, no shade, etc. So I figured I'd try taking 395 to the BW Parkway. This was, um, interesting. I started by getting off substantially too early, drove around Downtown, and accidentally found myself back on 395. I then obeyed the signs for 295N that said KEEP LEFT, kept too far left, and found myself on some sort of access road for RFK stadium. A bit of "what the heck just happened?" later, and some frenzied consultation of the ADC map that [livejournal.com profile] ancientsong picked up for me the last time I got lost in the District, and I found my way to 295N. Which is a gorgeous drive once you pass 50, and a lot more pleasant than the Beltway.

The neat thing about that in particular was that I never really felt lost, or frantic. I knew what I was looking for, I knew that if bad came to worse I'd eventually find my way to the Beltway, and I had plenty of time so I wasn't going to be late. It was an Adventure, and exciting, and a neat way to see some new things and learn my way around somewhere newish.

(Should you want to try this at home, it's pretty easy as long as you follow two simple rules. First, look for the signs for "295N" and follow them. These are white DC highway signs, not interstate signs. Second, look for the signs for I-295S and follow them if you can't see any signs for 295N. There's pretty much always a sign nearby telling you to keep going the same way but take a later exit or a different turn to get to 295N.)

I still haven't figured out how to do the trip in reverse without making a U-turn, though. It's like they deliberately don't want you going from 295S to 395. I've tried getting off at all points from Pennsylvania Avenue on south. Next time I guess I try East Capital, and if that doesn't work I'm stuck with 50 and its myriad traffic lights.

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

Yeah. That sounds about right.

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