I Rode Through The Desert On A Camel With No Name…

June 30th, 2004 - No Responses

self-portrait on a camel.

I’ve been (very slowly) going through my photos from North Africa. Here is requisite photo of me on a camel:

obligatory camel photo -- taken by jafar.

After all the aridness and heat of Morocco (hadn’t realized true deliciousness of water until my trip), it’s so odd to be in mild, rainy Athens.

I’ve been itching to have a summer dinner party, so I checked out weather.com to see when would be a good evening to have people over. The 10-day forecast?

lovely weather!

So…I guess that tomorrow is as good a day as any.

Manhattan

April 22nd, 2004 - No Responses
manhattan cafe.
manhattan cafe.
manhattan cafe.
manhattan cafe.
manhattan cafe.

Ford Truck

April 21st, 2004 - 2 Responses
ford pick-up truck.
ford pick-up truck.
ford pick-up truck.
ford pick-up truck.

Pop Mouth 13

April 13th, 2004 - No Responses
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.
melissa's mouth.

I leave Melissa alone for just two minutes to go to the bar, and she licks my pencam while I’m gone. Lovely.

Chinatown

December 23rd, 2003 - No Responses

chinatown

...still waiting for lunch.

we ended up getting b-b-q instead.

Radiohead Weekend

October 20th, 2003 - No Responses
The wig shop next door to the laundromat.

On the way to Larry's office.

Jefferson Memorial. Larry driving me to the airport. Missing him already.

Weekend with Larry to see Radiohead.

South Street

October 3rd, 2003 - No Responses
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Fire Alarm

September 26th, 2003 - No Responses

a georgetown fire alarm

I awoke at 4:20am to the sound of an alarm that just wouldn’t go off. It was faint, as if it was coming from the alarm clock of the neighbor downstairs. Something caused me to get up and investigate.

I opened my bedroom door and saw a flashing stobe light, and heard a siren sounding from somewhere beneath me. I fumbled for my sneakers, and tried to remember my roommate’s name and the word for fire. Unable to remember either, I resorted to yelling, “Heeeeeeeeey! Hey! Hey!” Judson finally emerged and we headed downstairs to the living room of our apartment.

I’ve always been subconsciously aware of the fact that if there is ever a fire, we are screwed. The apartment is lovely, but there is only one way out (aside from jumping out of various windows), and that way is down a precarious flight of wooden stairs.

I paused at our apartment door, my hand on the doorknob and door, trying to sense if the other side of the door was burning in a sea of flames. Feeling no heat, I open the door to find….

A policeman. He asked if there was a fire in our apartment. I shook my head no. I figured all was well and that I should just go back to bed.

But wait. How the hell did the police get here so quickly? I went back downstairs and then outside the apartment, down the stairs, and outside to find out what exactly was going on. Who set off the alarm, and how long had it been going off?

Outside was the assistant manager of the restaurant beneath us. I asked him how long the alarm had been going off. “Twenty minutes,” he replied, nearly knocking me out with his drunken breath. I quickly figured out that an employee who was drunk and at his workplace five hours after it closed probably had something to do with the fire alarm.

The next day, the restaurant owner who’s been giving such a hard time apologized profusely. And ever since, the grouchy old man tries his best to brighten up whenever he sees me: “Hello, dear Jennifer!” “How are you today, Jennifer?” “Do you want me to close the door, Jennifer?”

And our landlord is going to install alarms that actually sound in our apartment.

I wish this had happened weeks ago.

Lines and Angles

May 26th, 2003 - No Responses
Lenox parking deck.

Lenox parking deck.

Lenox parking deck.

Lenox parking deck.

Sunset on Wisconsin Ave.

December 22nd, 2002 - No Responses

chinatown

chinatown

Something to remember Georgetown by.