Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Deux

Before I forget, my work is being published again next month.

Same magazine cover, different picture.

I like using the word published. "My work has been published." "I was published in..." "Where is your work published?" I'm only partially being sarcastic. Everyone should be published, it's fun!

Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race

Blurred Movement #6

I am loving this extra few weeks of daylight savings time thing. I have been taking advantage of the great weather after work this week and biking down to Gravelly Point Park. The park is right next to National Airport, so I stopped tonight to watch the planes take off.

I was standing right next to the Mt. Vernon trail and couldn't help but notice how many people were moving past me. Some slow, some fast, but all moving. I took out my little pocket camera (b/c I never leave home without it) and snapped away. I captured bicycles, runners and planes in various stages of action. I created a set on flickr of the whole group, so go take a look if you are interested. I really like this idea and might play around with it more in the future.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

It's a beautiful day

Most cultures have annual rituals that celebrate life, and help mark the passage of time. Brazil has Carnival, Spain has the Running of the Bulls, you get the idea. I have my own annual springtime ritual that I like to call "The wearing of the polos." That event started today. This ritual is closely connected to another springtime event, "The buying of more polos."

Today was one of the best days I have had in a long time. It was a sunny, gorgeous day that went something like this:

Woke up.
Watched the episode of "I Love Lucy" where she went into labor. Hysterical.
Started "The wearing of the polos."
Ate a Boston Creme Doughnut, a.k.a. the king of the doughnuts.
Walked around the zoo with Dave.
Took this picture:

Hippo teeth

Did I mention how nice it was outside?
Walked down into Woodley Park and ate lunch on a patio.
Drove home, threw the baseball around the yard.
Dusted my bike off in the basement, and rode down to the GW Parkway trail.
Watched the remaining sunlight dance off the Potomac.
Came home, read on the lanai.
Ate ice cream.

This day would have been perfect, if there was a baseball game on tonight. Alas, I will have to wait another week for that.

Friday, March 23, 2007

30 is all about bed ruffles

Us


In the summer of 1996, oh almost eleven years ago now (ahh!), I lived in Albuquerque with two of my closest friends. We were 19 at the time, so none of us had serious jobs or any major commitments. We spent our time driving around the southwest in Ilana's beat up old Pontiac named Vadar. We went to the Grand Canyon, Four Corners, Santa Fe, Carlsbad Caverns, and The International U.F.O. Museum in Roswell. We went to the H.O.R.D.E. fest and watched Lenny Kravitz's braids whip around in a storm, in the desert outside of Las Cruces, while he opened up for Dave Matthews. And there was nothing bigger than Dave Matthews to us that summer. I think we burned a hole in our tape (yes tape) of Crash, we listened to it so many times. We even had choreographed dance moves. Remember those days when Dave Matthews was good? We each had small jobs that paid for gas and food money. We also spent a lot of time being silly, which is real easy to do when you are 19...or say 30. As you can tell from the picture cut off jean shorts were also really big that year. Apparently so were round metal sunglasses. Hot.

That summer was my first real taste of travelling on my own, and that is clearly something that is still very important to me. My friendships with these two women, and the memories that we created, are even more important. I received a wedding gift from them in the mail yesterday, and the message they sent made me laugh hysterically. For several minutes. We are now scattered about the country, Ilana back in Massachusetts, and Ann in California, and even though I don't talk to them as often they still are very close to me. If you asked me back in 1996 how I thought my life would turn out, I would not have been able to answer you. I would however, been able to tell you that Ilana and Ann would still be in my life, and I am so happy that they are. I can't believe that I am getting married in less than a month, I am so excited, and so happy that my girls will be there to celebrate with me. (Yes, I am crying right now, this type of crap will get me) There are more pics of us being goofy over on flickr if you can tolerate them.

Also my photo friday entry for sentimental.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Crossing some major league lines

My fantasy baseball draft is this Saturday. I am still(shock) a little bitter about my second place finish in the finals last year. My Fenway Franks lost by one point, ONE POINT! in the second week of the playoffs. Bitter. This is the closest I have even been to fantasy baseball victory and the sweet taste of success was ripped from my fake players fingers. Winning the money is one thing, but being able to smack talk for the entire off season about how much of a bad ass I am is what genuinely appeals to me. That is six whole months of being able to rub in people's faces that I am better than them at managing a team that doesn't even really exist. Can't you see why this is would be so awesome?

My league has always been mostly men. There are a few women that have come and gone, but without much consistency and without being very involved. When I first started playing I could tell that the boys were a little nervous about letting me join. They kept asking Dave if I was really going to be involved, and since I wasn't there for those conversations I can only imagine what he was thinking. "Hmmmm...Meaghan...baseball...competition...neurotic stat checking...yeah, this should be fine." I was quickly embraced by my league, and they now call me Frank, which I think is hysterical.

We play through Yahoo, and every year I change my avatar to something different. Last year I had on a baseball uniform, with a mean pet dragon (I have no idea, don't ask) and an angry scowl on my face. I am really tough. This year I took things in a slightly different direction:



Fitting, right? This totally says serious fantasy baseball manager. Let the games begin.

Go Franks!

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.

I finally saw The Departed this past weekend, after months of people telling me that I needed to see it. Lots of people also tell me that I need to see Fever Pitch, but that will promptly happen at about quarter past never. I just can't do it, and if I start writing about why we will never get to what I wanted this blog to be about, so stop distracting me and let's get back to work, shall we?

So, The Departed, I finally Netflixed it after Clarkson told me that they mention BrockVegas. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think the last movie to mention BrockVegas was Coneheads. Since that was such a success, I thought that I would give Matty and the boys a try. Truthfully, I will see any movie that Matt Damon is in, so it was just a matter of time. A few scenes in I was sold, I absolutely loved it. I normally struggle with Boston movies because of the accent butchering, but this wasn't too bad. Mahky Mahk obviously killed it with his authentic Dotty accent, and so did Damon. Jack Nicholson had no hope, but he has the same disease as George Clooney, in that they can only play themselves. It is also rumored that Nicholson refused to wear a Red Sox hat in the movie, and wore his Yankees lid instead. However, he also said that his character represented pure evil, so it kind of makes sense. Jack is Jack, I dig him anyway.

The slang was brilliant. There were times, especially the scenes with Mahky Mahk, where I turned to Dave and asked him if he understood what they were talking about. This is because having only lived there for a few years he may not be all that familiar with Boston slang, but also because not having been born in Massachusetts he is intellectually inferior. Don't worry, I explained everything to him, and we continued. (To be fair I thought that my mother was the only person in the world to use the term lace curtain Irish). There was a scene where Matt Damon and Leonardo DiCaprio were running through Chinatown at night, wearing almost the same outfit, proving how similar their characters were. They had on jeans, dark hoodie sweatshirts, dark colored baseball hats and sneakers. This was where Scorsese sealed the authenticity of Boston for me, because that looked like pretty much every single guy I went to high school. And my brothers.

Nothing may ever be able to knock of Good Will Hunting's top spot, but The Depahted is now one of my favorite Boston movies. Well, that and Still We Believe.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The truth will set you free

My Dad asked me yesterday why I haven't updated the blog in a while. The only answer I could give him was the truth. The naked, ugly truth is that I don't know. I don't. No reason, just haven't blogged.

I have seen blogs where the author may have taken a while to post, and starts off with "Sorry I haven't blogged in a while..." Or, "OH My Gosh my life has been soooo crazy....blah, blah, blah." I won't do that. If I was sorry, I would have blogged. These same blogs will often make false promises about the future, "I promise I will write more later...blah, blah, bullshit." I make no promises to year dear reader, of that you can be sure.

So instead of feeding you crappy lines, I am going to follow my friend Clarkson's lead and give you a list. A succinct list of reasons of why I haven't been blogging, in reverse order of importance, strictly for your pleasure.

5. I was so traumatised by the rumor that Tom Brady had also gotten Gisele Bundchen pregnant, therefore destroying any chance of him being able to focus, and win, and beat down that loud-mouthed, over exposed baby named Peyton Manning, that I lost my ability to type. This actually almost happened.

4. I started a new blog, where I pretend that I am Curt Schilling. This has been really successful so far, and I think everyone believes me.

3. I have been searching out, and plotting (this may seem like a funny word, but is probably the most accurate) various locations in my office that would be suitable for taking a nap. Rest assured I have not been doing this alone.

2. I've been adopted by Angelina Jolie.

1. Wait for it...you knew it was coming...wait for it...I am actually the father of Anna Nicole Smith's baby...ahhhhh...now didn't that feel good?

Friday, March 02, 2007

Alone

Cartographic stacks

Looking down the countless rows of stacks at the National Archives you can't help but feel alone. There is material housed in rows just like one, lined up for miles, completely vacant of people. This is the cartographic area, so the drawers are filled with maps, and maps, and maps, and maps. They sit and wait, and wait, and wait, for an archivist to retrieve them and be used for research. The lights are motion sensitive, so this whole area remains dark until someone comes along and steps down a row. It is worse than the loneliness of a library, because of the limited number of people who can access the stacks. It is almost creepy to be alone.

Photo Friday entry for Alone.