Belle and Sebastian
the "Jonathan David" single
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Tim O'Brien
In the Lake of the Woods
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clumpy curls;
glaring bright sun;
Peter's San-Francisco-self;
leatherleaf mahonia;
the big leather sofas in the Hirshorn
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Today, on my way to the Hirshorn, I passed a little girl trying to
pry up one of the stars in the stoney concrete along the base of the Washington Monument.
She looked at me and we shared a smile. I've had that thought a time or two myself.
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Yesterday as I was crossing the Key Bridge, I looked East as I always do...
past the Watergate and the Kennedy Center... but the Washington Monument was nowhere
to be found. And that's when I realized that the sky was the exact shade of
Washington white marble. The kind of sky that tucks you in safe and sound.
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As I flipped through my tiny spiral notebook to write down the names of
my favorite plants in the Mary Livingston Ripley Garden, I found Allison's quote about Ace
of Base ("It comes on and everyone starts moving and saying, 'Ooooh, Ace of Base.'")
and Scott's quote about mullets ("Mullets know not what they have. Like when
you're a little kid, you don't know you're little.") from our night out of coffee and
conversation. And I felt young and cool again.
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After breakfast, I walked down the Georgetown Flea Market in search of
a sofa, a bauble, and hopefully one of those random Rob Lowe sightings that everyone's
been talking about. The place was packed (apparently everyone was out looking
for Rob) and there were no sofas of which to speak kindly. But I did play around with some
antique children's wooden blocks, placing the C next to the B next to
the M. I even went as far to ask how much they were, but $40 was a price too
steep for even my lovesick blood.
And once again, I walked across 34th Street to peek into the windows of the ambiguous
restaurant-to-be on the corner, slightly disappointed that the dusty bricks and boards are still
strewn all about. But I guess it gives me the freedom to continue to imagine the perfect
breakfast/brunch cafe installed in that very spot. Lazy breakfasts, lingering over umpteen
cups of coffee, sauntering over to the Flea afterwards. I have a little dream of buying it myself,
painting each table a different color, hanging mobiles from the ceiling, and learning 20
new ways to cook eggs. Bliss.
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