You can talk about whatever is on your mind – quality of life issues, a beautiful tree you spotted, scuttlebutt, or any random questions/thoughts you may have. I’ll open this thread every Friday. So anything good happen to you this week?
Author: Prince Of Petworth
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A couple of weeks ago, PoP asked some of us contributors if one of us could hit up the National Museum of Health and Medicine on the Walter Reed Campus. Even though this is very much west of North Cap, I jumped at the opportunity – not just because I’ve got my days free, but also because I love creepy stuff in jars of formaldehyde. I’ll warn you now: some of the pictures are probably not for the faint of heart. Also, flash photography was prohibited, so the quality of the photos isn’t great.
First things first: Holy crap did I get lost on the campus. I drove in and showed ID and registered and told the guards I was going to the museum and even asked them how to get there (after I’d studied the map online). It took me 15-20 minutes (and asking directions twice more) to finally find it. Parking was convenient, but if you’re nearby, I’m guessing it’s much easier to get to on foot.
Once inside, I knew my feeling had been correct. There were all kinds of things in jars and Civil War era surgical kits, and skulls and femurs (some damaged by cannonball fire) and I realized that there would be no way to subdue my giddiness.
I decided to hit what I figured were going to be the more boring parts first: namely, the exhibit chronicling the history of the microscope. I have no pictures of this b/c the ones I took of Hooke’s microscope ended up really blurry, and frankly I was in a hurry to get to the good stuff.
Then I checked out the temporary exhibit on forensics, which was better namely because of the skulls. I definitely do not want to go head to head (so to speak) with a ball peen hammer anytime soon.
Story and lots more photos continues after the jump. Warning not for the feint of heart! (more…)
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I wondered if these should really be for sale?
I saw some street corner preachers for the first time.
I was overjoyed that Julia’s Empanadas was coming to Columbia Heights. Ed. Note: Mmm, Saltenas…
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photo by sean dreilinger.
Continuing the random theme for the Friday question – I’m wondering what piece of technology has had the biggest effect on you in your lifetime. I suspect we’ll learn people’s ages here a bit. I remember my Dad telling me how crazy it was when ball point pens arrived and you didn’t have to dip a pen in an ink well. I’m 33 and spent my formative years without the internet or cell phones. Despite being a blogger and all, I think for me the cell phone has had the biggest impact. It has become a part of me just like my keys. It is insane because I didn’t get a cell phone until 1999. So what technological innovation has had the biggest impact on your life?
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I think this was a house of the day back in the day. Apparently it has been split into two condos. The flier for this home/condo at 1836 11th Street, NW says:
“A most perfect offering in an ideal location, delightfully situated in a turn-of-the-century Victorian. This upper level 2BR 2BA is an impressive space w/ hardwoods, 10ft ceilings & generous storage space. A true gourmet kit incl: top of the line appliances & granite. Unit #2 includes one parking space. Located in U Street Corridor & just 2 blocks to Metro.”
A most perfect offering is the greatest start to the hundreds of these descriptions that I’ve read. Sorry. More info and photos can be found here.
So is a two bedroom, two bathroom with a parking spot at this location reasonably priced at $542,000?
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My dream of replicating the Mt. P bumper sticker has arrived. Let me know if anyone wants one.
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By my count this makes Som Records on 14th Street 5 for 5.
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I know some folks will recognize this one. Do you like the castle inspiration?
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From Flipflopirate:
In these modern times of economic duress one can’t help but harken back to the dark days of the great depression, although no one is quite sure how “A chicken in every pot” transmogrified into “A pig in every swing.”
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This one’s from Cleveland Park.