Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Spiritual Armistice and Nighttime Remembrance

The College Park Metro station, Nov. 10, 2008 with a freight train passing along the CSX / MARC Camden Line tracks. I had a pleasant walk about on campus after my Monday evening class and then to the Metro station last night in College Park before heading back into D.C.


I'm rather depressed right now but I wanted to post an entry with some pictures I took the past few days.

I'm home right now watching TV. The Weather Channel had a reairing of its story on the Great Chicago Fire of 1871. Quite fascinating. And, no, Mrs. O'Leary's cow was likely not responsible.

Now on "Frontline" about the late, notorious GOP operative Lee Atwater. How sweetly appropriate just a week after Barack Obama's wonderful and historic victory and the impending end of the BushCo disaster reign.

If Atwater hadn't died, Bill Clinton might not have won the presidency in 1992. What an evil man Atwater was -- but what a hideous, painful, and frightened death he died as he desperately tried to find spiritual meeting as cancer and unsuccessful radiation therapy both killed him.

The following is part of the comment I posted in response to a comment from my dear Blogger friend Fifi:

I have decided that with the new administration coming in and the blessed end FINALLY of the BushCo Reign of T/Error and just some other things, it is time to let go.

I did this on my last go around when I came to D.C. in late 1992 out of a bad situation ... Pres. Clinton was inaugurated that bright, chilly January day in 1993 and I realized it was time to let go of another bad situation. And in that spirit of changing administrations, or maybe imperial epochs since D.C. is the Seat of Empire, early third millennium, it is time to let go of Mr. Sirius.

Our Lady of Lourdes Church in Bethesda and the low-angled sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows into the quiet lunch hour sanctuary helped me. That's "OLOL" pictured above on Oct. 30, 2008. It's right near my office.

Trouble is, and as you can tell, my mental cylinders are not always firing in the same direction, and that leads to one of those chaotic rocket launches you see sometimes when the rocket explodes, and I end up splashing down in broken pieces in the Atlantic Ocean.

Wait, where was I was going with that analogy?


Speaking of Fifi, she posted another one of her wonderful entries. This one is about her trip -- written in Fifi's lyrically poetic style -- to Perth in Western Australia on the opposite side of her country/continent. Here is the entry.

She posted this picture from Cottesloe, a suburb of Perth, on the Indian Ocean. I love that distance stratus / stratocumulus cloud deck.

Perth should (would) not to be confused with Perth Amboy, the town in New Jersey in Middlesex County just south of which is my mom's home town, the little Polish enclave of South Amboy, an old map of which is pictured to the left, along with Tottenville, the southwestern most corner of Staten Island, one of the boroughs of New York City. (The word "kill" refers to a Creek. It is funny - ironic that NYC's legendary and now closed landfill was the "Fresh Kills.")

Anyway, back to Perth, Australia: it is the farthest away truly major city to Washington, D.C. on this planet, approximately 11,700 miles (as near as I can tell). In fact, it's actually closer if you could just bore through the center of the Earth, which you cannot.

The Perth skyline ... Perth looks like a cool city, not to mention quite sleek and ultra-modern and wealthy. I imagine, though, there is a certain rough sort of Australian male there.


Here are some more pictures from the UMCP campus last night ...

The Univ. of Maryland Memorial Chapel steeple at night (Nov. 10, 2008) with the winking top navigation light (actually, a cluster of LEDs so it doesn't blow out anymore). I was once in the steeple cupola -- you can see the entire D.C. area for miles, including the U.S. Capitol and Washington Monument and far away stuff in Virginia.


Looking down the hallway of the Physics Building, UMCP, Nov. 10, 2008.


The 1800 block of New Hampshire Ave., NW, Washington, D.C., Nov. 11, 2008. Today was Veterans Day. I had to work OF COURSE -- I'm starting my 4 day a week / hourly schedule in late December or the beginning of January.

However, I got to go to a Brookings Institution "presidential transition event" talk about energy security and climate change issues facing the Obama administration. That was interesting, although I didn't finish the memo.

Earlier tonight, I went with Gary and Kristof to Bua's for what will be our last Tuesday night Thai dinner until Kristof returns. He is leaving for Poland for nearly two months as part of his visa / immigration situation. Boo. But he does have a scheduled return date in early January. Yay.

Dupont Circle at night, Washington, D.C., Nov. 11, 2008




krzysztof said...

That part about your mental cylinders is deliciously incoherent but maybe the medium is the message here:-)

I know I have been neglecting the comment section on your blog but that's due to the immense amount of work I have to do before I can leave. I know that you feel disemboweled when I don't comment.

krzysztof said...

...or was it dismembered?

krzysztof said...

I got it! Disempowered

Regulus said...

"Spiritually discommoded" ... "psychically distended" and "morally disambiguated"

fifi said...

Can I be spiritually discommoded too?
Its better than being disembowelled.

I dont comment its because I dont want to sound vacuous in the face of what is obviously important.

btw Its so hot here right now I am dizzy.

DJG said...

Hey regulus, I was watching WEC fighting last night, and one of the fighters sort of looked like you. (Facially speaking, I think the fighter was a bit more built.)

Then I went to a pub quiz and the answer to a question was "Sirius" which, of course, I immediately associated with you.

Anyway, just thought I'd share.

Regulus said...

Fifi: There is absolutely no comment you could make that I would find off-putting. Please don't refrain from commenting because of the tone or tenor of my entries.

Hot in Australia? No way!

I'm glad to know I look like someone on "World Extreme Cagefighting." Very inspirational indeed. Was the Sirius connection related to the WEC? I'm sure Mr. Sirius would be happy to know you always think of me at that name. But Mr. Sirius is no longer in my Observable Universe, so I guess it doesn't really matter.

By the way, Zackster, we're giving a yo-ho-ho send off to Kristof of Friday night as he is returning for just under 2 months to Swaziland, correction, Poland. We're meeting at LL and then going to dinner at some place -- I can't recall right now but it's somewhere in Adams Morgan or Dupont Circle around 830PM on Friday. Do you think you can make it?

DJG said...

Sure, that sounds like fun, thanks for the invite. Should I meet y'all at Larry's? Also, does the yo-ho-ho imply a pirate theme? I'm embarrassed to say how long it's been since I've last done any pillaging or plundering, so I might be a bit rusty.

Regulus said...

We're going *really* classy and upmarket ... Buca di Beppo at 1825 Connecticut Ave., NW, at 830PM tomorrow night (Friday). At least that's the CURRENT plan. And, yes, there is a plan to meet at Larry's Mangy Lounge beforehand. Trouble is, I don't have any other way of reaching you. My email is my firstname_lastname@ yahoo.com (underscore, not dash) if you want to email me your phone number in case there is a change of plans.

Then, afterward, if the mood strikes you and it seems to make sense, you can either go to a gay bar with me and pretend to be my trophy boyfriend OR (probably more your thing) to Royal Palace, where the women look like they're right out of a female version of WEC.

Ha ha

krzysztof said...

Hey, z.j.M come tomorrow and we will do more pillaging and plundering than Penis Cheney has done for the past 8 years


Regulus said...

Hey, hey, hey ... we'll have none of that. This is a proper establishment.

Mr. Grainger: How much am I to ring up?

Mr. Lucas: Ring down 24 pounds.

Mr. Grainger (false teeth nearly falling out): RING DOWN?!?


Lamont: Let me help you get your stuff.

Fred: No, no, no! I know everything what's his. Now see that lamp with the cracked shade? And that wash board? And that chair with the hole in the back and the stuff comin' out? And that empty Frito bag over there? Now take all that stuff, Julio, and put it back where you got it from: YO' BEDROOM!

DJG said...

Ok, regulus, I just sent you a "test" email. I'm not 100% certain on the spelling of your last name. Let me know whether or not you get it.

I'll just play it by ear as far as after dinner goes :)

Krystov, that's a lot of pillaging and plundering!

Regulus said...

Yes, your email was received and responded to by me. Try to make it tomorrow if you can. You can watch me get drunk on cheap red wine ... Gary's magic disappearing act seconds before the bill arrives and Kristof try to hook up with the waiter, the bus boy, and the assistant manager all in between smoke breaks.

It's a lot laughs to be had.

rackorf said...

The pylon in your flick (at cottesloe) is the remaining one of two that were shark net supports.

There have been several fatal shark attacks at this location over the years. Mostly involving great whites > 4.5M in length.

I'd reckon that if you want to go swimming here - don't do it on an early morning if it has an "oily calm" grayish look to the water.

Anything in the water here is just bigger bait at the end of the day.

Regulus said...

4.5 meter shark -- yikes. Wouldn't stand too much of a chance with that.

At the risk of going out on a bigger limb, here, though, the number of shark attacks in those shark-infested waters isn't too much greater (it sounds) than any stretch of shoreline facing the open ocean, which lends credence to the idea that sharks don't target people per se. Of course, it's not like a conscious decision -- there just aren't that many people in the ocean in their way.

fifi said...

Well i certainly didn't see any.

The likelihood of being attacked by a shark is less than that of being struck by lightning.