Around the District
DC is a strange place. If for no other reason than for the men with shotguns, the long black motorcades, presidential helicopters, and elusive blimps. These things are all right there, like a fire hydrant might be in any other city.
And as for blimps,
This one seemed to be floating around me, at times almost alighting on my shoulder. Whenever I felt a creeping sensation up the inner edge of my inner spine I’d turn my head and this white ghost would be quietly (so quietly) sneaking behind a gingko tree or some building, pretending to be a cloud. A friend who works of “the Hill” later told me it was a new “security blimp” that does surveillance in the city and also takes air samples to test for biological warfare agents that evildoers might be releasing from above. Crikey.
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As for air, what about water?
C. and I went to the fish market. It is a series of rafts floating on the murky, littered surface of the Potomac. But the seafood is abundant. We decided to buy a Red Snapper and cook it whole. Everything about this animal shines a beautiful red, somehow even its smell.
C. wanted to make it “Rwandan style” which involves hot peppers and tomatoes – and having never been to Africa I decided to take his word on it. Spicy was the way to go. So make it so. Neither of us had ever possessed the presumptuousness or skill to try to cook a eight pound creature like that ourselves, but together the possibility was there and real. With 4 hours marinate and labor(as well as cous-cous and asparagus) it came out on the better side of good...
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And many things in a District shine. How can they not? Light is everywhere, its trying to get your attention. Like the longest escalator in the DC metro system, Dupont Circle; it vibrates laconically photonically at evening or noon (upper). And of course clubs, they like to have their own particular brooding atmospheric, as seen with the red lights of “Black Cat” and the blue glow of the “9:30.”
Can red be to blue as night is to day?
What the hell could that possibly mean anyway?
(Suggestions welcome)
And as for blimps,
This one seemed to be floating around me, at times almost alighting on my shoulder. Whenever I felt a creeping sensation up the inner edge of my inner spine I’d turn my head and this white ghost would be quietly (so quietly) sneaking behind a gingko tree or some building, pretending to be a cloud. A friend who works of “the Hill” later told me it was a new “security blimp” that does surveillance in the city and also takes air samples to test for biological warfare agents that evildoers might be releasing from above. Crikey.
...
As for air, what about water?
C. and I went to the fish market. It is a series of rafts floating on the murky, littered surface of the Potomac. But the seafood is abundant. We decided to buy a Red Snapper and cook it whole. Everything about this animal shines a beautiful red, somehow even its smell.
C. wanted to make it “Rwandan style” which involves hot peppers and tomatoes – and having never been to Africa I decided to take his word on it. Spicy was the way to go. So make it so. Neither of us had ever possessed the presumptuousness or skill to try to cook a eight pound creature like that ourselves, but together the possibility was there and real. With 4 hours marinate and labor(as well as cous-cous and asparagus) it came out on the better side of good...
...
And many things in a District shine. How can they not? Light is everywhere, its trying to get your attention. Like the longest escalator in the DC metro system, Dupont Circle; it vibrates laconically photonically at evening or noon (upper). And of course clubs, they like to have their own particular brooding atmospheric, as seen with the red lights of “Black Cat” and the blue glow of the “9:30.”
Can red be to blue as night is to day?
What the hell could that possibly mean anyway?
(Suggestions welcome)
posted by andrew s.yang at Friday, October 01, 2004
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