almost a major American holiday...

I. I'd like to point out that it's been a full three weeks in DC as of today, and my feet are still acting like incredibly stupid and needy Golden Labs. I just can't shake 'em! Band-aids have become my substitute layer of flesh!! Kevin found me in a park last night, wimpering because I didn't want to make the new blisters any worse. Four band-aids later, we hobbled over to check out my potentially new habitation on Capitol Hill.

Context: I'm living in a dorm on the GW campus, three blocks from the White House. Although the location can't be beat (in terms of Trader Joe proximity), I... find this dorm... rather gross. There's historic charm, and then there's dilapidated crap. I live in the latter. They apparently repainted my room while I was at work yesterday; this I know because of the white paint splattered all over two shirts I had left on my bed. I'll not repeat my tirade about that matter in print.

I had to move in August anyway, so just so y'all know -- I'm going to abandon GW a bit early and essentially house-sit for a husband-wife teaching artist team, who are away for residencies in August. They have a sincerely beautiful house on Capitol Hill, so I'll be able to watch fireflies in the evening and have a nice big kitchen and do laundry without fretting over my quarter supply. This is very good news.

II. Intern stuff: well, it's true: Big Brother is watching you. During happy hour with the interns tonight (in Georgetown!), I learned that one of the PR intern's tasks is to monitor how much a certain museum's name pops up in people's personal blogs. I totally understand why the museum would want to track such information; it's like tracking down honest, unsolicited comment cards on the Web -- at the same time, it pays to be prudent -- or altogether silent -- about all things professional whilst on the Web. Ahem.

So let's keep it frivolous, and talk incessantly about my feet and my food supply!

Oh, and a modern dance performance I saw today, for free, at the Shakespeare Theatre Company. Pretty amazing way to spend one's lunch hour.