Too cool.
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Back in January I asked if you noticed whether the Express guy at the metro was shirking his duties. Well, I have to say for the past few weeks we’ve gotten a new Express guy at the Petworth metro… and he is absolutely amazing. He is super nice, extremely polite and always, always, quick on the draw to hand out a paper. So I thought it was worth giving props when props are due.
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The great Intangible Arts is back for volume 3 of his intangible tales. If you missed the previous entries check out Vol. 1 here and Vol 2 here. Volume 3 explores the city through the eyes of one on crutches.
GIMPIN’ AINT EASY
(with apologies to Ice-T)
“Don’t never…..but never….. make fun of no cripples.”
That was the line that made the 1968 Monkees movie “Head” one of the strangest things put to film. Very little of it made sense. But the first time I saw Timothy Carey’s character (Lord High ‘n Low) stagger across the screen, drooling and mumbling like a mutant towards Mike Nesmith and the Monkees as they burst into laughter, and then he delivers that line….. it became etched in my brain as THE BEST moment in film history! YES!
But recently, I’ve had a new reason to remember that scene:
My wife experienced a random accident at the Adams Morgan dog park a few months ago. A couple of dogs were running around, naturally. They weren’t watching where they were going and neither were we. Suddenly the two mutts ran into the side of her right leg, just so. It was a one in a million hit, which caused the bottom of her thighbone to crush the tibial plateau, creating a split in the tibia and a fracture within the base of the knee-joint.
She didn’t need surgery, just several weeks in an immobilizing brace and walking with crutches. Neither of us have broken anything before, so this is all new territory. And by the way, dog owners: Pay attention at the parks. Seriously. The next break could be your own.
I’ve written previously about how the dog changed my perception of the neighborhood: It caused me to look down, for example, and to notice dangerous litter. I was re-discovering my neighborhood through a new set of eyes.
Now, we’re doing it again, but from the point of view of an “access-challenged” person. We both love to walk, and the crutches have changed everything. Even the simple pleasures of our neighborhood aren’t so simple anymore. Intangible Tales continues after the jump. (more…)
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Toke or “Toke”. Any ideas for the rationale behind the quotes?
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What’s this one?
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Kind of reminds me of yesterday’s lawn sculpture of the day. Little known fact: sneakers protruding from trees are quite common in some southern states, it used to signify opposition to daylights savings time. Ed. note: there is a slight possibility I may have fabricated the previous little known fact.
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This is not my alter ego, this really is my attorney, a degenerate but my attorney nonetheless. As you may have guessed, this feature is in part a tribute to the late great Hunter S. Thompson. To answer his question up front – Drive by Truckers from July 2006 was the greatest show I’ve ever caught at 9:30 club. Add your favorite shows in the comments section.
Hey PoP…
So I’m sitting here enjoying a fine glass of Powers and
sorting through a week’s worth of emailed gibberish…it seems last
week was “What White People Like” week since every other fool with an
email account sent me a link to that site or passed along their
favorite one. But, it got me thinking and laughing about a list of
“What DC People Like” which, of course, led to the obligatory
political jokes and some thoughts about the sweating, jabbering hordes
of perpetually lost tourists that descend on our fair city around this
time of year.
But as I thought about it further — and maybe it was at least helped
by the whiskey — my mind kind of drifted into some reminiscing and
more serious thoughts about what I really liked about DC. So allow me
to bend your ear (er, eye?) for a minute on this since one thing in
particular kept floating up to the top of my thoughts: the 9:30 Club.
As a self-confessed and unrepentant music addict, I feel qualified to
sing the praises of what I consider to be the single best spot for
live music in the city. The sound in that place is simply unrivaled.
They pull in great bands that just seem to really enjoy playing in
that place. I’d love to know the secret to the sound in there and
what bands actually think of it. Praise for 9:30 Club Continues After the Jump (more…)
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It took me like five minutes to figure out it said Excess and not Express. And I’m thinking ‘since when does American Express publicize by using stickers?’…and then I realized it said Excess. And I said, ‘oh’. And chuckled. And that’s all I have to say about that. You can tell I am wicked good story teller, yeah?
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Any guesses?
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I haven’t the foggiest idea.