Microsoft Windows XP "Autumn" desktop image. I've posted this image in a blog entry exactly two years ago today to note the arrival of fall 2010 after a previous hellishly hot summer.
As I related in that entry, this image was my work computer desktop image (now two computers ago). Vanity Fair contributing editor Nick Tosches obsessively tracked down where the image was taken (near Burlington, Vermont) as recounted in his Feb. 2007 article.
Well, I planned to post a full update / entry today but the day sort of slipped past me and I'm due up in Silver Spring to go to Quill's parents' house for dinner. Later on, I plan to go to Nellies. As for last night, Andrea, I.*, and myself ended up going to Stoney's instead of No. 9. They are next door to each other. Not only was Gary there but Jamie showed up as well. We were upstairs where Howie was working. All in all, I had a nice time, although I was quite drunk when I walked home.
*I. has an unusual first name and so I would prefer not to post it and identify him.
Forest primeval in the autumn. This is not how it looks in D.C. at the present time (see below).
So today is the full day of autumn 2012 -- or rather, it is the Autumnal Equinox, which arrived at 1449 UTC (10:49AM EDT) when the Sun transited the Equator back into the Southern Hemisphere sky.
Though it is now astronomical / seasonal fall, it is too goddamn hot outside here in Washington, D.C., Capital City of the Empire -- with temps in the lower 80s Fahrenheit (it reached at least 84F at KDCA) with partly cloudy conditions and a gusty southwesterly breeze.
The Washington Monument as seen at dusk on Thursday, 7:10PM, Sept. 20, 2012. I walked home from work that evening. The tents were there for the 2012 Library of Congress National Book Festival being held this weekend.
The only good news from my perspective -- as opposed to the local weathercasters such as the Palka-cabra creature, the LWX crew, and rightwing corporate oligarchical Republican-dominated Weather Channel -- is that a front is supposed to pass through, hopefully with some rain, and tomorrow is forecasted to be only around 73F for a high.
Here I was walking through the lobby of the Willard
Mitt Romney Intergalactic Intercontinental Hotel on that same Thursday walk home from work, 7:26PM, Sept. 20, 2012. Thursday night was the only one this past workweek that I did not go to the gym.
I wonder if Willard Mittens stayed at the Willard as part of the "Luxury Hotels of the Romney Campaign" Express.
That's D.C.'s weather: Incredibly early spring arrival, an ENDLESS frickin' smelly swamp-like hot and humid summer, a fall that never quite seems to arrive until, like, November, and then 1 or 2 weeks of something vaguely like winter, only to start the whole damn cycle over.
I HATES WARSHINGTUN WEATHER!
This was the above-the-fold front page picture in the print edition of The WaHoPo on July 7, 2012 showing Mike and Eileen Hutson (tourists from South Carolina) the previous hideously hot day near the U.S. Capitol.
The print edition of The Washington Post is (to paraphrase Paul Krugman) "Views Differ on Shape of Planet" unreadable. Only the online version is engaging with many more view points and fuller content.
Speaking of things I hate, I need to post a new MH* / Oooza the Unloved Crow Creature** update. I want to discuss my plans for hiring a tattoo-covered, muscular SHE-MALE body guard to form part of my sprawling entourage with whom I glide about the 17th Street Gayborhood. What's the going weekly rate for something like that?
Updated at 3:35AM 9/23/2012: That would be *Matthew Wade "Tipamillyun" Henry and **David Perruzza, a.k.a., Oooza the Unloved Crow Creature.
I'd hire my sister, except I don't have one. Nor do I have a brother. In fact, I really don't have a family per se.
This (slightly blurry) image (it was surreptiously taken) is actually of the small lobby bar in the completely renovated Hotel W, 7:32PM, Sept. 20, 2012. The bizarre LED lighting and that lady's cotton-candy hair made me feel as though I had walked into some future bar, perhaps Washington, D.C., fifty years hence, September 22, 2062.
As background, this is the lobby of what was once the old Hotel Washington, a place best known for its incredible rooftop restaurant view that literally looked into the upstairs east-side fan-shaped window of the White House several hundred feet away*. I stopped there for one glass of white wine on Thursday on my walk home.
*How it survived into the post-9/11 era, I have no idea. Nor have I checked out how it looks now post-renovation, though I hear it is different.
OK, that's all. I'm already late to do everything. As for tomorrow, I need to finish a report for work so I won't be able to post a blog entry. My next update may not be until Monday or Tuesday night.