Saturday, December 20, 2008
Yours Truly, Regulus, and his reflection in a mirror, Dec. 20, 2008, Phil and Stephanie's house, Wash. D.C., Dec. 20, 2008.
Regarding the above picture, I thought it looked a little Andrew Wyeth Christina's World ...
... as pictured above, although she wasn't actually looking at herself in a mirror.
I didn't realize that Mr. Wyeth is still very much alive, albeit a bit old.
I am right now at Phil and Stephanie's house right now on Adams Mill Rd., NW, not far from where I live, with it "hill top" rise overlooking the National Zoo on the other side of Rock Creek Parkway -- and the Zoo lit up with its "Zoo Lights" multi-colored light decoration.
Silhouetted winter bare trees as seen from Phil's 3rd floor deck, Wash. D.C., beneath the "soft city" sky, Dec. 20, 2008.
It PRETENDS to want to snow in D.C., but it never really happens.
It is 11:22PM on a cloudy, cold night in Washington, D.C., beneath a soft-city sky with that wan orange-lavender glow on a low overcast and the chance of wintry precipitation in the forecast -- no, not a snowstorm, because we don't get big snowstorms in D.C. much anymore, and in fact, we don't get "WEATHER" in any meaningful sense of that term in D.C.
We actually were put under a winter weather advisory that was expanded by the NWS weather black magicians at LWX Sterling, as shown in this image of LWX's "CFA" (county warning area) of the Baltimore/Washington area.
Phil is having a house party with the whole gang here, except for Gary (who is away in NYC this weekend having his own fun time) and Kristof (who is in Gdansk until Jan. 4 reliving his childhood as an adult with others there doing the same thing).
David -- an incredible chef -- cooking in the kitchen with Phil and Stephanie. I can barely heat soup.
I am SUPPOSED to go to Town tonight, and my friend J/C who works there put me on The Guest List so I don't have to pay the cover charge. But I'm rather drunk and full, having drank and eaten a lot so far.
I am upstairs on the 3rd floor in the "alpine room" with its fantastic, mournful, melancholy view of D.C. to the north and west, including all the transmission towers red-eye winking in the distance. This includes the Hughes "Mr. Sirius Things Remembered" Memorial Tower that so reminds me of him, except he is apparently decisively gone forever from my life, except he was never there to begin with.
Here is a view of the Hughes Mem'l Tower from a distance of about 2 miles from Phil's rooftop deck in its nighttime flashing red LED mode caught with the lights all "on." Prior to Jan. 2008, it had a much more appealing staggered three-step flash that went "up" the structure whose "star tower" shape suggests (to me) the Eiffel Tower.
Indeed, I was going to make a snarky comment or two about Mr. Sirius ...
... but all those transmission lights winking in the darkened distance above the tree line on this cold, soft-city night here in Washington, D.C., while in my head swirl memories of lives and worlds that never were, or were once in another lifetime, or perhaps are yet to be in another lifetime, or are all imagined and never will be ... or perhaps there are all just memories from this one and only lifetime that somehow got contorted and mixed up until I have no real idea what I'm talking about, except to say that letting go is the only way (whither the Christian obsession with Free Will?), but the result is there is that inexorable and tremendous sadness that leaves nothing behind, and that's even worse.
Whatever the case, I think I should end my entry now.
Oh, yes, while I was posting this entry, a few people from downstairs came up stairs ("It's really rude for you to be up here blogging when there's a party downstairs..." said the Hostess With the Mostest correctly, before adding, "You have 10 minutes to finish this and then I'm turning the computer off...")
Here is a picture of me (left side) and my friend Chris T.
As you may notice, I got a haircut today from a friend's wife who cuts hair for a living, and she did a very nice job, except I'm fairly profoundly unattractive, and so I don't like myself with short hair. At least it will grow back quickly. Of course, I don't look good with long hair 'cuz it's so bushy, unless I put lots of pomade in it, which causes its own issues.
Well, that's all for now. I'm seeing LP tomorrow. He's recuperating from back surgery. As for my job, it ends Jan. 2nd, ahead of my spring semester, but I'll have more to say about that in a subsequent entry.
P.S. (Updated, 3:22PM, 12/21/2008): Here is an image I took around 5AM while walking home after a strange night first at Town and then with my bartender friend C/H. This is at the corner of P and 16th St., NW, here in D.C.