Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Until I can find the right words

It was not I who was teaching my cat to gather rosebuds, but he who was teaching me.

-Irving Townsend


Friday, March 14, 2008

Said the Buddhist to the hot dog vendor: Make me one with everything

How did they manage to fuck this one up? It's amazing that this year started out so promising for the democrats with their hope and their historical and the end to the Bush regime well in sight. But it's only mid-March and both candidates have managed to disillusion me with the non-stop bickering. Children, please!

Things I'm grateful for today:

I changed my name from Jezebel. It's time for a fresh start... a cheap and easy fresh start.

I can check the awesomest movie ever off my list. Thanks to AP and MKD for still driving me home after I made them watch it. Next time - Trantasia.

I won't have to find a new dealer to get some drugs.

Bacterial infections now flutter down from the sky.

Love left me wondering, wandering, free?

Columbia Heights only has rape, arson, and murder to worry about. I don't want to deal with rats.

What can I say people. Sometimes you get the bear...


Sunday, March 09, 2008

The Gunshot

So far, I haven't been able to find any news about the gunshot I heard last night outside my window. It was about 10:30 and my mom and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie and eating a slice each of her birthday cake. Chocolate.

I stealthed to the bedroom, where the lights were already out, and peeked out the window beyond the fence of my building. I didn't see anything. But I was mostly hoping that I wouldn't be seen.

I left my mother staring at her cake and the television. Must've been a car. Must've been something breaking. A tree branch. A pipe. I didn't want her to go near the windows.

She went back to her piece. The cat went back to sleep. I didn't call the police or the security number for our building. I know what I heard, but I kept doubting that that was really what I heard. I didn't have any information. I didn't see anything happen. I know there is no reason not to call the police when you see or hear something suspicious. But I think that I was afraid to get involved. Why is that? What makes us afraid that we'll be considered a hassle, a burden? What makes us think that the information we report will be considered a waste of time if we don't have any real information? Or if it turns out to be nothing at all? Isn't it our duty to get involved? Isn't the mantra "Constant Vigilance?"

I still haven't called the police, and I probably won't. I haven't been able to find any news about the gunshot. Maybe no one was hurt. Maybe someone was and no one will know about it until later today, or Monday. Maybe it was a warning shot during a mugging. Maybe it really was a car backfire.

Can I hide behind the fact that my mom didn't think it was a big enough deal to call the police? Did she, like me, want to pretend it was nothing so we can both sleep easier knowing that there's no chance I live in an area where people get shot? It's likely that I will be mugged one of these days - it's happened to most of my friends. I don't live in a quiet community where shit like this doesn't happen. I live in a major city with quite a few violent crime problems. It's better than 1997, when I moved here, but it's not great. I do walk home from the metro and the neighborhood pub after dark - tough not to when it gets dark at 6 pm (though daylight savings will help that a little) - and I've been hassled a little on that walk, but nothing seriously threatening.

But am I seriously going to just stay in after dark? Take a cab three blocks? Find a boyfriend and fast so I don't have to walk alone? These are seriously my options? And who says I'm safer inside?

This shit has me spun up today, but it's likely I'll move forward with whatever plans I have this evening and try to forget it happened. I probably won't check the police logs again after tomorrow. I'll probably peek out my bedroom window again tonight before bed, but not Monday or Tuesday night. There's a certain level of fear we all learn to live with, and that threshold can easily get higher when you move out of your fancy Foggy Bottom bubble and into a "developing neighborhood."

Not that any place in this city is really all that safe.

I am ashamed that I didn't act and that I probably won't. Partly I didn't want to scare my mother into thinking this neighborhood was some kind of gritty shithole. Partly because I don't want to think that myself. Partly because I might be able to live with myself staying out of it, staying uninvolved. I'm not afraid that I'm going to be shot, so I don't know why I can't get the sound out of my head. It'll let go eventually ... sadly.

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Monday, February 25, 2008

Superkitten ATTACK!

As if the roach incident this weekend wasn't bad enough, tonight the fuzzy prowler who protects my home dropped. In front of me. A mouse. A fucking mouse. I can't even handles roaches without dumping vats of Clorox onto every surface and down every drain I can find. I swept through my entire apartment on Saturday with a jar of superspackle and a blade, covering every crack and hole, no matter how tiny the possibility that a roach, spider, or, no shit this happened, cricket could get through. I washed all of my sheets and blankets, scrubbed down the bathroom in its entirety, and cleaned out the fridge. Hey, I'm single. I've got time on my hands to take care of this kind of throwdown.

But how could, not more than 48 hours after the roach incident, my white-socked warrior find a mouse? A fucking mouse. In my living room. Or, god, what if he found him in the bedroom? I hardly sleep anyway, and this is not going to help. There aren't any dropping in the kitchen and I haven't seen anything eaten through. But it got in somehow, somewhere, and I doubt I'll be able to eat anything until I figure out where.

I have never been more proud of the captain. He didn't kill the thing - it was a baby, which probably makes the rodent situation worse - and he presented it to me, at my foot, like he had just won it by being the first to discover time travel while climbing mount Kilimanjaro with six orphan children on his back who he had just rescued from rabid mountain lions. His works is done. I have to find a new apartment immediately.

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Saturday, February 23, 2008

One for me, two for you

It's a fantastic thing to live in a city with world-class restaurants and a reputation for healthy, sustainable dining. And I'm always on the lookout for excuses to blow my dining-out budget on a new restaurant - or having a good reason to visit some of my old favorites. Dining Out for Life raises money for Food and Friends, one of the best organizations in this city to benefit men, women, and children living with HIV/AIDS and other illnesses in DC. This year on March 6, make sure to eat at one of these restaurants for lunch or dinner - some of them donate 100% of their proceeds for the night. Something else that fills me with DC pride is that many of these restaurants get completely booked early on, so visit OpenTable soon to make your reservation.

Remember, if you're in the mood for seafood, make good choices. Chilean sea bass, grouper, monkfish, and others are on the no-no list. We do what we can to make the world a better place. Lucky for us DC offers the opportunity to help others simply by going out to dinner.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Black is the New Black

Science links!! Woo!!

Total Lunar Eclipse!

Invisibility Cloaks!

Satellites Hurtling Towards Earth!

Giant Sea Spiders!

Most Important Questions in the Universe!

This is what happens when a snow dusting and a loose interpretation of "computer systems are down" sends me home early from work. Play time in the inter-tubes!

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Monday, February 18, 2008

Transmitten' Kitten

I'm sorry, were you trying to fold these sheets? These clean, warm, soft sheets? No, no, I think I'll be sleeping here instead. Let me know when my dinner is ready.