Well folks, I'm back. Life has been all kinds of crazy these past few months, but I'll spare you the details. Suffice to say that this season opens in a new city--Washington D.C.-- where I have temporarily taken up residence. By day, I walk the halls of Congress in suitable business attire in a sadly misguided attempt to convince the world (or maybe myself) that I am a serious human being. Nights belong to a mix of happy hours, ikea furniture assembly (a girl needs furnishings!) and meting out largely benign vigilante justice to the city's most corrupt power brokers, a la city hunter.
The last two days have been delightfully global. Wednesday evening saw the first meeting of the Washington DC chapter of the International Society of Friends of the Czech-and-Slovak Republics (aka drinks with Anna). We also found a great dive bar which serves, I am told, the cheapest beer in DC. I was told this by an inebriated patron of said bar, which makes the above statement either more or less credible. or both.
Then this morning I rushed out the door to catch the arrival ceremony for South Korean president Lee Myeong Bak. It was touch and go there for a while, but in the end Andie and I did get to stand on the (muddy) white house lawn and watch the proceedings. Here's the highlight reel: marching. band. guns with knives on them. Obama! Obama attempts to speak Korean (too cute). President Lee speaks. at length. end.
I also scored a ticket to LMBs address to congress, courtesy of no one else in my office wanting to go. I got to sit up in the gallery and play spot the senator. Despite being on my best behavior I still managed to get in trouble. for reading. (rebel with a library card over here. look out!)
I also put in an appearance at work somewhere in there, just long enough to tell the excellent and engaged feminists busy calling congress today that yes, that republican anti-choice nonsense was bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
Then I hopped over to the Freer Gallery for a free concert they were having. They were featuring an amazing Japanese toko player (it's a large stringed instrument, sort of a Japanese gayagum) who I really enjoyed. And, because it seems no day is complete without a tribute to both my adoptive countries, the evening ended with a piece by Leos Janacek (whose name I can no longer spell properly because I have removed the Czech keyboard from my phone).
And that brings us up to speed, more or less. my life is still absurd and lacking in both roots and a master plan. but at least now it happens (mainly) in english. progress??