And For My Final Trick…

…I’ll direct you to the New Blog, because I’ve run out of space to upload the promised Santa Catalina Monastery Gifs (which were going to be my Final Trick) here! It’s been a fun ride here at ollieinamerica, and I actually considered upgrading to a paid account this time to keep the good times rollin’, but it was still just a little too expensive for my taste.

So I’ve added a blog component to the LAZYAC portfolio I unveiled back in December, and have kicked it off with what are perhaps the Best Gifs of All Time — some very important people told me that they have, in fact, Made Gifs Great Again. So yeah. Check ’em out.

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Oakland/San Francisco Part One

Moving right along…

Arrived at SFO with no problems only to instantly experience problems on BART (or “the BART,” as my “the Metro”-accustomed self was so inclined to say) when the train ahead of us broke down and held up progress/caused general mayhem for all the innocents on their way to Oakland. Even so, I arrived with ample time to meet Meghan (not to be confused with h-less Megan in LA) at her place before getting back on BART and continuing east to Walnut Creek to do “Swedish Christmas” with her family. This was a fun time involving Swedish drinking songs (sung primarily by Mrs. Notti while everyone else mumbled nonsense syllables in time), pickled fish, and detailed accounts of Alaskan salmon fishing provided by Father Dominic David (the family priest, and my partner-in-simply-giggling-along-to-the-drinking-songs, as we were the token non-Swedes at the event).

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The next day Meghan and I BART-ed (surely another inappropriate use of Metro-isms, but it stays) to Embarcadero; whence she showed me the Ferry Building, the nearby piers, the resident sea lions (or “boisterous pinnipeds,” as a sign so delightfully described them), Fisherman’s Wharf, and, from a distance, Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge. This led us right to the Buena Vista, where her parents had recommended we get some chowder and an Irish coffee (as that’s where they claim to have invented Irish coffee on this side of the Atlantic). Following lunch we completed one last tourist requirement by catching a cable car (DING! DING!) to Chinatown then rushing home so Meghan could prepare for the rehearsal dinner she was attending that night.

From there I became the responsibility of Parker, best friend of Old-Roommate-Emily. He took me to the Berkeley Hills, where, had it not been a miserably rainy evening, we would’ve had a beautiful view of the East Bay. (The gesture was still appreciated.)  Then we grabbed sushi in Berkeley, and then we went to watch “the Golden Warriors” game (I couldn’t have sounded like more of a tourist if I tried, is what I’m trying to say) at his friend’s place in the Mission. One of the friend’s housemates had come into the possession of some fancy chocolates by virtue of some lucky mixup at work, and we all worked together to make this gif. Thanks, team! Good work.

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Renwick Gallery

Well, I’m in San Diego —


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— but David’s got some schoolwork and I promised a post of the photos Marlon and I gleefully snapped together at the Renwick Gallery a few weeks ago, so here.

As I just learned, the Renwick Gallery is the first building in the United States designed expressly as an art museum, and it had been closed for two years of renovations leading up to the opening of the WONDER exhibition. <- That link explains:

While the nine artists featured in WONDER create strikingly different works, they are connected by their interest in creating large-scale installations from unexpected materials. Index cards, marbles, strips of wood—all objects so commonplace and ordinary we often overlook them—are assembled, massed, and juxtaposed to utterly transform spaces and engage us in the most surprising ways. The works are expressions of process, labor, and materials that are grounded in our everyday world, but that combine to produce awe-inspiring results.

Photography was encouraged, so our experience went well-documented (to say the least).

Tara Donovan had the index-card sculptures:

Gabriel Dawe perhaps won the day with his threads that created the illusion of light scattering:www.GIFCreator.me_81ZXj8


Patrick Dougherty created a sapling-hut village:

Janet Echelman created a mesmerizing display by splashing a net affixed to the ceiling with color-changing neon lights.www.GIFCreator.me_ilWLsX

John Grade transformed an old-growth cedar into a hollow hemlock:

Maya Lin did this marble room:

Chakaia Booker did some crazy stuff with tires:

Jennifer Angus made the fantastic insect-mosaic room:

And Leo Villareal was responsible for the very shimmery ceiling:

And here’s the rest of our gallery:

So yeah, in short, it was really awesome; and it looks like it’s running through the Spring/Summer of 2016, so be sure to get in a visit before it closes!


Nepali Protest at the White House

On Sunday Mar and I decided to put off other obligations by indulging in a bit of the culture DC has on offer with a visit to the Renwick Gallery. But, as the title may suggest, that’s not the subject of this post. (OH DON’T WORRY THOUGH, WE TOOK HUNDREDS OF PHOTOS AT THE GALLERY BETWEEN THE TWO OF US AND THERE’LL HOPEFULLY BE A REALLY FANTASTIC POST DEDICATED TO THAT AS WELL. BECAUSE THE WONDER EXHIBITION WAS OFF THE CHAIN.)

No– for before we made it to the gallery, we were distracted by a bit of brouhaha at the Renwick’s humble neighbor: the White House. We followed some people brandishing Nepali flags (recognizable in that Nepal joins Ohio in flipping the proverbial middle finger to conventions such as rectangles. For a more educated run-down on the flag and its history, click here!) to what turned out to be a pretty impressive gathering of Nepalis protesting a blockade we’d never heard of before.



There was essentially a parade of people circling Lafayette Park waving signs and shouting, “Back off, India!” A few men manned microphones at huge speakers chanting, “What we want?! Lift blockade! When we want?! Right now! Nepal is landlocked! Transit is blocked!” They also, from time to time, warned the marching protesters to continue moving and to stay off the White House sidewalk with their signs. Indeed, it was a very well-organized protest, and one that seemed to be fairly effective in its outreach– we noticed a number of people pulling out their phones and looking into this mysterious global event as they passed by. (And it captured at least one local blogger’s heart enough to post about it :).)


But of course, my heart had been captured by Nepal some years ago. I cite Kathmandu as my favorite city, and though I stayed fairly silent on the issue, when I allowed myself to really think about the terrible earthquake that devastated the country earlier this year (in the midst of distractions like my move to DC, and neighboring Baltimore being embroiled in its own turmoil) it struck me very deeply. I felt sort of ashamed to be so ignorant to the blockade that seemed to be putting the little country in its second state of emergency of the year.

Turns out, it just hasn’t been very widely reported in these parts, and while some of the protesters would like India’s backing off to be the simple solution, the story’s actually a little more complicated than that (as you might imagine).


The nutshell version, as I understand it following a bit of brief research, is as follows: A new Nepali constitution was drafted in September. It disenfranchised one of Nepal’s ethnic minorities (the Madhesi), and so the Madhesi began to strike and block the main thoroughfares along the Indian border. As the men-with-microphones noted, Nepal is landlocked and the Indian border is paramount: the vast majority of Nepal’s resources, to include fuel and medicine, are brought in by that route. Oh, and the blockade has been going on for three months.

India’s true involvement with the blockade seems to be up for debate, and I won’t pretend to grasp all of the complexities in the countries’ relationship and history. The Madhesi have close cultural ties with northern Indians, and some are saying India has merely supported what is an otherwise Madhesi-run blockade. Others have alleged that the Indian government demanded that changes be made to the new constitution, and then acted on its own to intercept fuel trucks. Whatever the back-story, on Saturday, things escalated during the border protests and four Madhesi protesters were killed by Nepali police.


“no humanity in nepal,” the sign reads.

For non-nutshell versions, I refer you to the following:

From the Guardian: “Nepal border blockade ‘threatens the future of the country itself,’ says UN
From Al Jazeera: India’s ‘blockade’ snuff’s out Nepal’s medical lifeline
From the Daily Signal: “Anti-India Protests in Kathmandu Reflect Frustration With Blockade of Nepal
Wikipedia’s article on the 2015 Nepal fuel crisis
And this DNA India article on the White House protests: “Madhesi issue: Nepali-Americans stage rival protests outside White House” (Yeah, it was a little hard to differentiate in the moment, but critics of the Nepali government were definitely present as well. I think that’s what you see in the above photo.)

The #BackOffIndia hashtags on Twitter and Instagram may also be of interest.


It’s hard to know who’s really to blame in this issue, but if you’re inclined to blame India perhaps you’d like to sign this petition. (Personally, I’m wondering where the petition against drafting constitutions that disenfranchise your ethnic minorities is.)


i guess no one told them barry wasn’t home during this protest…


I found this picture on Instagram’s #BackOffIndia and thought it provided an interesting first-hand insight into this crisis. It was from six weeks ago, so keep that in mind for any time references.

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The caption read:

Living in a country entrapped in political turmoil has been an eye-opening experience. Western media has failed at reporting on the current crisis in Nepal, so I will give a quick summary. In result of India’s disproval of Nepal’s new constitution, they have created an unofficial blockade on all imports coming into Nepal along the 1850km border separating the two countries. Because Nepal is a landlocked and developing country, it depends on India for almost 100 percent of their fuel- cooking gas, petroleum, and aviation fuel. Along with fuel, food and consumer items also come through the border multiple times a day. A country that was just getting back on its feet after the April earthquakes that killed thousands and displaced millions, is now finding itself close to another humanitarian crisis. Children are not able to get to school, as there is no gas for their school buses. Restaurants and tea shops are closing down due to the lack of cooking gas to make their food. And most importantly people aren’t able to make a living and get to work, since the lines to get petroleum for their vehicles take at least 7 hours, and the result is only a rationed 2.5 liters. This has been occurring for three weeks now. I am nervous about the food shortage, especially in rural areas and Himalayan villages. The streets were almost completely empty this evening. However, since this is Nepal, the country is persevering through this political issue with such strength and positive spirits. Today a new Prime Minister was voted into office, with future plans of making Nepal more of a self-sufficient country, decreasing the amount of debilitating dependency on neighboring countries of India and China. There are Facebook “carpool” groups being created left and right- where the few individuals with little fuel left post their starting locations and destinations, offering others *free* rides. And peaceful “Walk Kathmandu” protests have taken place. I am constantly in awe at the way everyone around me is looking out for each other, at every moment. Nepalis have hearts about 12 times bigger than the average human, and I have no doubt that we will come out stronger than before.

Mari Vanna

I decided to go back to my First and Second-Year roots in September and enrolled in a Russian class through the Global Language Network: a not-for-profit, largely volunteer-run language school here in DC. While I still find Russian очень трудно (“very difficult”… see, I’ve learned/been reminded of some things!), I’ve certainly enjoyed the weekly two-hours spent in a DuPont conference room.

Except last week we only spent one hour in said DuPont conference room, and then strolled down Connecticut halfway through class to grab some русская блюда (Russian food) at the local Russian restaurant: Mari Vanna. I’d never been before, and in fact, I realized that in spite of my former Russian fascination, I’d never even really experienced Russian cuisine before.


We expected it to go a little something like this (as shared by a classmate the week before):

But even though they proudly infuse their own vodka at Mari Vanna, we ended up making the more prudent Wednesday-night decision of foregoing the shots and settling on some Russian and Ukrainian пиво (and one Moscow Mule [insert requisite aphorism re: being in Rome]).


The full Mari Vanna menu can be viewed here. A few of us decided to share some of the items our teacher, Victoria, had briefed us on during the first half of class: cabbage pirozhki, sweet cherry vareniki, and the famous Сельдь под шубой (or “herring under a fur coat;” the “fur coat” being a bed of onions, beets, and mayonnaise. And I actually found it– and the rest of our order– pretttty tasty…). Other pirozhki and vareniki items were ordered, someone got a wings dish, and Victoria went for the chicken Kiev.


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sweet cherry vareniki


herring under a fur coat


I think everyone was pretty happy with their dishes (though I’m still regretting not topping off the evening with some medovik— Russian honey cake), but what was also really noteworthy was the decor. It was like being in your little old Russian grandma’s house (but like, in a good way).

P1030371P1030354P1030370Final noteworthy thing: as the meal wound down, a Russian friend of a classmate showed up and was strongly encouraging that we accompany him upstairs for karaoke. While most of us resisted the temptation, it seemed worth passing on that there’s some allegedly very entertaining karaoke at Mari Vanna on Wednesday nights, and that at the very least they have “Fly Me to the Moon,” in terms of English songs.

Oh, okay, and final final thing (appropriate as we approach Thanksgiving): During the dinner our Turkish classmate regaled us with the history of how the turkey bird received its name– because no, the country was not named for the bird. It’s a pretty fascinating tale and the Economist gives a nice, thorough telling.

This Weekend in GIFs

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(not pictured: friday night comedy at the big hunt/massages in centreville/tea with dad/experiencing serious asian-grocery-store nostalgia [and lunch] at lotte [where do you think we got such fine amaranth-oolong tea and pomegranates?]/polaroid bike ride [the gifs that got away…]/date night at chaplin [there is ramen near us!]/post-army-10-miler lunch with fam [&practically fam. well done dad&andrea!]/lovely fall dog walk/breakfast-for-dinner [homemade, but half-inspired by those obnoxious mcdonald’s commercials])

Ollie Gets a Sweater

Since this is unequivocally the most important thing to happen in DC since the Pope’s visit it only makes sense that this post should follow right on the heels of that one. Marlon and I had ample time to run some errands this weekend (which is not always the case), and during a TJ Maxx stop today we decided the real travesty would be to not get the dog sweater in a fox pattern that they had on offer for just $13. Though everyone knows only weirdos make their dogs wear clothes, and only the weirdest weirdos actually buy clothes for their dogs from a store, it was really just too perfect to pass up.

Or… actually, now that I think about it…

i once knit ollie a scarf...

i once knit ollie a scarf…

and paraded him around in my pea coat on instagram, accompanied by the appropriate kanye west lyric...

and paraded him around in my pea coat on instagram, accompanied by the appropriate kanye west lyric…

oh and there was that one time emily and i put both our dogs in t-shirts for no apparent reason.

oh and there was that one time emily and i put both our dogs in t-shirts for no apparent reason.

and that other time emily insisted on matching the boys in tie-dye

actually emily had a general penchant for dressing henry as a stegosaurus and, from time to time, staging photoshoots involving inflatable dinos, so she might win the weirdo awards?

actually emily had a general penchant for dressing henry as a stegosaurus and, from time to time, staging photoshoots involving inflatable dinos, so she might win the weirdo awards?

Oh no, actually it’s just a good idea to have a little something extra to keep your dog warm when the weather starts getting cooler! That fur only goes so far. (But also I bought it mostly because it had foxes on it.)

Anyway, after fox-resemblance, MenswearDog-resemblance probably comes next for Ollie, especially when donned in some form of menswear. And Marlon suggested a photoshoot (and kindly held the ‘curtain’ during its progress), and of course I bit, so here. Eat your heart out, MenswearDog.

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Also remember how I used to blog about ‘recipes’ and stuff all the time and haven’t done it in years (to the dismay of no one, I’m sure)? Well now seems like no time to revert to bad habits, but I’ll at least mention that tonight Marlon and I put our heads together to ‘invent’ an ‘enchilada pizza’ or ‘chalupa pizza’ (or ‘chalupizza’ or ‘pizzalupa’– we’re working on a name to trademark) made from a crust of this copycat Taco Bell chalupa dough (fried first, chalupa style, of course) and a base of Emeril Lagasse’s easy enchilada sauce, topped with beans and cheese and a variety of veggies and it was delicious.

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Pope Francis Comes to DC

pope capitolSticking with my eight-days-late tradition, here are the photos I got from the gathering on the National Mall last Thursday when Pope Francis delivered his appeal on climate change to Congress. I biked down in time to catch the last half of the speech and take in the surroundings. There were actually fewer people than I was expecting– I was, admittedly, not on the West Lawn of the Capitol, which was packed with ticket holders. Rather, from 3rd-7th Streets there were big screens and speakers set up on the Mall at each cross street, and all were welcome.

This of course drew a diverse and interesting crowd representing all sorts of special interests. The environmental and anti-Catholic groups were the most attention-grabbing, but there were many there out of respect for and intrigue of Pope Francis, as well as those who were there in a more capitalistic spirit.

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The signs read:
There Is One Mediator Between God and Men, the Man Christ Jesus.
1 Timothy 2:5.

Following Traditions Of Men Leads To Second Death. God’s Word Leads To Eternal Life.

The POPE is the HEAD of A CULT (Roman Catholicism)
“COME OUT OF HER,” My people, that you be not partakers of her sins…” (Revelation 18:4)

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I think they got some word order wrong there at the end, but you get so caught up in the all-caps you can hardly notice. And just for good measure they even managed to slip an anti-Islam barb in there, too.

habit joke, drink!

habit joke, drink!

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these guys have both your redskins AND your commemorative pope paraphernalia needs covered.

these guys have both your redskins AND your commemorative pope paraphernalia needs covered.

a fan of pope francis

a fan of pope francis

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appealing to the federal energy regulatory commission:

appealing to the federal energy regulatory commission:

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Wild beasts and birds are by right not the property of merely the people alive today, but the property of unknown generations whose belongings we have no right to squander.
-Theodore Roosevelt

(Although I seem to recall ol’ Teddy Roosevelt wasn’t always that cool to wild beasts…)

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These were so cute:

I want the birds to be happy and have a good home and I want the Earth to be healthy, too. / The frog does not drink up the pond in which it lives. -Chinese Proverb / think about others. be thoughtful to all. / Words of life: Live earth; Live light; Live space. Eco-Earth / Live it. Love it. Conserve it. May all be MINDFUL. / My cat and my dog. / We are all a part of the tree of life. Honor your place, care for all. Mom & baby born on Earth Day!

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gotta get your selfie with the pope

gotta get your selfie with the pope

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monk reppin'

monk reppin’

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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…

i will seriously support any decision this dog supports.

i will seriously support any decision this dog supports.

after allowing me to take this picture this man informed me he could tell i was in the CIA. BUSTED.

after allowing me to take this picture this man informed me he could tell i was in the CIA… BUSTED.

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these guys came all the way from st. louis

these guys came all the way from st. louis

this guy was also slangin' his bean pies at H street festival. he gave me a little sample and it was quite tasty.

this guy was also slangin’ his bean pies at H street festival. he gave me a little sample and it was quite tasty.

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waiting for him to emerge from the capitol

waiting for the pope to emerge from the capitol

pope francis capitolpope capitolAfter addressing Congress (in English) and touching on a wide variety of topics, Pope Francis came out to speak to the crowd in Spanish (with an interpreter). He spent most of the time blessing the children, and then asked everyone to pray for him. “And if you’re not religious, or you can’t pray, then please send me good wishes.”

As I headed out I unexpectedly found the street blocked off for the Pope’s motorcade, which I was alright with as it gave me a chance to catch a rare glimpse of the Papal Fiat.

(And this Owner of the World Vineyard.)

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THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPE . WHITE HORSE: SIR RONALD W. REAGAN, THE BEAST, MR. 666; PALE HORSE: GEORGE W. BUSH, JR; MR. AXES OF EVIL; BLACK HORSE: BARRACK H. OBAMA; MR. MONEY PENNY; RED HORSE: POPE FRANCIS; THE ANTICHRIST. The Secret to the Skull and Bone is if Two Men Have a Secret then there is NO Secret if one Man is Dead. Only to  Rewrite History. This Act of Act Remain Anti Recommendations (????) I Know You Act for Justice. Your Judgment Stand YOU ARE THE SYNAGOGUE FOR SATAN. I AM THE Prophecy of 2012: B.K.A. Samuel {ISHMYWIL} The Seventh Angel… READ The Book of Revelation: Rev. 10, Rev. 12, Rev. 10… Rev. 3:12. I AM ALLAH OWNER of the World VINEYARD
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H Street Festival

[Welp… a week+ late at this point and now I have both the Pope’s visit and Landmark Festival to catch up on too! Never mind that I’ve got two years’ worth of Michigan trips that I still haven’t mentioned…]

Last year, when Marlon lived in the H Street district, he helped put up posters advertising H Street Festival and landed us coveted Block Captain spots for the Fest’s set-up. We had to be up on the early side, but we got walkie-talkies and had to solve all sorts of problems like when the cops wouldn’t let the RedBull MiniCoopers in because the streets had been closed off already. Talk about a barely-averted crisis! Thank Jebus we were there to tell the cops what’s what (read: get one of the coordinators on the walkie-talkie to tell the cops what’s what) and save the entire festival.

sole surviving evidence of last year's festival: wearing mustaches as part of some gimmicky tequila shooting ritual. but hey, they were free! (and i guess it doesn't take much to get me to don a fake mustache.)

sole surviving evidence of last year’s festival: wearing mustaches as part of some gimmicky tequila shooting ritual. but hey, they were free! (and i guess it doesn’t take much to get me to don a fake mustache.) (also let it be known that the tequila-shooting took place post-volunteering.)

Even though we live all the way over in Shaw now, we had to get in on the H Street Festival action again this year. It was another morning full of strategic problem solving and walkie-talkie brandishing, and by the time noon rolled around and the Festival officially kicked off (ready to welcome the 100,000-or-so people expected to pass through at one point or another) everything was pretty much in place and ready to go.

(And of course I kid about Mar’s and my single[double?]-handedly saving/running everything– there’s a huge volunteer presence at the Festival and everyone cooperates really impressively to make H Street Festival come together. #WHERESTHEICETRUCK?!)

Of course, after rushing home to shower and take the dog out, we went back to enjoy the fruits of our labor. And who decided to join us for the day but Dear Old Mom and Dad! We met up with a bunch of Mar’s friends (and even one of my middle school friends from the Netherlands now living in the area!) and everyone had a grand ol’ time. I took a lot of pics and from those pics I made a number of gifs (naturally). Et voilà.

dyvine bbqOne of the first problems we solved was when an unidentified truck was parked in Dyvine BBQ in Motion‘s spot (turns out it was one of the H Street Festival supply trucks! Whoops!). After making a few exchanges on the walkie-talkie to sort it out, we had the pleasure of chatting with Chef Derrick, who was more than happy to let us take a look inside the smoker; and his associate, who assured us that if we wanted one of the Flintstone-sized turkey legs, we were going to need to act quick cuz they were going to go fast.

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This was our block, as it came together throughout the day:block 10 h st festival

Here are some balloons that were set loose (for shame!!!) :runaway balloons H st festival

A stroll down H Street during set-up:h street festival street

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After foolishly carrying/rolling some large tables for a silly distance early in the day and determining it to be a taxing experience, we decided that finding a better way was a problem worth solving. For Round Two of Table Transport we solicited a ride on a Gator, which made both moving the tables and getting street time lapses a lot easier.
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Another problem we had to solve was when the Grindstone booth was missing its tent. We found a spare (thanks to some walkie-talkie coordination, of course), but it was tied to a giant cinder block. Luckily Kathleen-from-Grindstone had brought her trusty skateboard, and she got in on the problem-solving too! We are so smrt!

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marlon meeting his heroes from ‘seinfeld’ was the _opposite_ of a problem-to-be-solved.

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Like any good festival, H Street Festival had live music. Marlee in the Mixx kicked off the day on the west end of the fest and they were  a w e s o m e. Check out their tunes here.

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before heading home we got the taco+tecate for $5 deal at chupacabra

before heading home we got the taco+tecate for $5 deal at chupacabra



my dad not embarrassing marlon at ALL by shaking his polaroid picture while singing (you guessed it) 'shake it like a polaroid pict-cha!'

my dad not embarrassing marlon at ALL by shaking his polaroid picture while singing (you guessed it) ‘shake it like a polaroid pict-cha!’

the really fantastic and well-lit polaroid mentioned above.

the really fantastic and well-lit polaroid being shaken above.

And to top off the evening we got to see the guy who made a reckless U-turn across the crosswalk we were attempting to cross get pulled over for a DUI! What a day!

[Bonus features: Turns out I totally lied and there is more surviving evidence of last year’s Fest!]

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To Dream the Impossible Dream (NOW WITH GIFS!)

I have to admit that, while I like to consider myself at least somewhat in touch with the gay community (and savvy to issues of general import), Friday’s historic Supreme Court decision went strangely under my radar until Marlon’s text message announcement to me that it had happened. And what a pleasant surprise with which to begin my day– learning that marriage equality had been granted in each of our fifty states!

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I have to also credit Marlon with the idea to head down to the place where it all happened (the place we heard that everything would be, as it were): the Supreme Court itself. He wasn’t able to get away from the office but as I’m a glamorous work-from-home-mom (to Ollie.), I was able to sneak off for a little bit to catch some of the goings-on, courtesy of the Capital BikeShare! (Wouldn’t it be cool if I were being paid to name drop them? It was actually just fun for me to do– first time since I moved up!)

And I’m so glad I did. It was exciting and moving, everyone was in such a good mood (except that one lady…), people were singing, there were lots of flags and banners, most of the signs being waved seemed to be Christian messages of love supporting the decision (…except that one lady). Very good energy at this event :).

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drive-by bike shot. “justice- the guardian of liberty.”

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pride dog

i will seriously support any decision this dog supports.

this is why we're all here, right? pics of gay men's chorus members' butts and equality flags?

this is why we’re all here, right? pics of gay men’s chorus members’ butts and equality flags?

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one of my favorite images from the day! we knew a different world from the one this little beeb will know.

one of my favorite images from the day! this little beeb will grow up in a country where everyone is free to marry the person they love.

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this is from the same shot as the preceding photo-- the 'one lady' i'd referenced earlier. her sign said something about a line being crossed and a quote from deuteronomy, and she was preaching:

if you’ll notice, this is from the same shot as the preceding photo. this is the ‘one lady’ i’d referenced earlier– her sign said something about a line being crossed, supported by a quote from deuteronomy. she was preaching: “i’ve been protesting here for nine days! the homosexuals have been kind to me! they’ve brought me water and hugged me. i love them as i love all god’s children! which is why my heart breaks for them, and my heart breaks for the nation today!” she was the only one of this ilk that i saw, though. “just let her talk…” i heard someone say.

supreme court marriage equality

marriage equality flags

this guy is PUMPED about marriage equality!

this guy is PUMPED about marriage equality!

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The Gay Men’s Chorus of Washington DC were among the celebrants at the Supreme Court building that day, treating the crowd to moving a cappella renditions of “We Shall Overcome,” the National Anthem, and “The Impossible Dream.”


Then I had to skedaddle back (on the bike that had not been jacked from the tree on which I’d recklessly left it leaning!) and finish up the work day, but when I took Ollie walking later I snapped a few shots of some displays of Pride around the neighborhood.

nellie's sports bar-- you may recognize it as the sponsor on the men's chorus shirts.

nellie’s sports bar– you may recognize it as the sponsor on the men’s chorus shirts.

satellite bar pride satellite bar back bar prideOh and of course the Internet went a little nuts for the decision as well (in case you missed all the rainbows on your facebook feed…).

Some of my favorites include: The SCOTUS Marriage Decision in Haiku on McSweeney’s, BuzzFeed’s breaking-of-bad-news to intended Canada emigrants, this PopSugar piece on the “Running of the Interns” with an utterly hyperbolic title but lots of embedded gay rights fun, and Slate’s assortment of Obama meme’s/tweets/vines because seriously WTF has Obama done?


Marlon was in NYC this weekend and got stuck in to witness what sounded like a pretty impressive Pride parade on Christopher St. My favorite of his documentation of the event was this guy.

slo-mo feature ftw

slo-mo feature ftw

Which, in my figuring out how to convert into a gif, I managed to turn into a full-on gay brainwashing tool! (Basically if you’ve stared into that for longer than ten seconds you’re definitely gay now, but don’t worry– you can get married too!)

rainbow guy christopher st nyc pride parade gifxAlso, if you’re in the crowd that thinks same-sex marriage might destroy civilization, someone at the Guardian agrees with you. (That’s a joke… it’s good satire.)