On the Windiest Day Ever…
Me and the ol’ D took a trip up to DC on Monday. We had to drop off some mysterious boxes from Quirk to the Czech Republic Embassy. Some of the boxes were just the right size to fit aluminum tubes, some were perfect for nuclear materials. But I’m not here to raise questions about the special interests of Quirk. But if requested, I WILL email you the lab results of my chemical testing of the contents of those boxes. Wow, where have I gone with this.
The Embassy was great, there was enough surveillance and unprompted gate-opening to make us feel like contracted spies. The receptionist was confused as to why we were even there, but we eventually found our target, and dropped off the… art.
Feeling art-less, we made it our beeswax to head downtown and check out some exhibits.
The Corcoran was showing an exhibit on Modernism. We spontaneously ended up there first. They put together a timeline showing milestones for the span of Modernism, I found some stuff that reminds me of Diana’s style of work so I snapped a shot of her mid-sentence. The Modernism exhibit was an amazing experience for me, and because of it, I’m now able to make sense of my own life. That’s that.
We walked across the street to the Renwick Gallery and checked out George Catlin’s Indian Gallery which is an AMAZING collection of paintings of the midwest Indian life before it was wiped out almost completely by the invasion of dirty filthy Americans! I absolutely love this picture I snapped of the Grand Salon. Quirk frequent Robert Ebendorf even has something on permanent display, which I think is pretty impressive.
Last stop and a few thousand blocks of walking lead us to the National Portrait Gallery. They have a special exhibit up right now, a huge collection of Saul Steinberg’s (illustrator for the New Yorker, among other things) work which is completely amazing. It was my favorite exhibit. Hysterical, creative, and colorful, and he just seems like a down ass dude. Then I went and snapped a picture of Tom Wolfe illegally at the Portrait Gallery. But I did it without flash, so it’s literally like nothing happened. Plus, a million flashes of light couldn’t possibly make Tom Wolfe fade out.
Then we found a pocket of coolness in DC with tons of bars and Ethopian restaurants. We went to this corner bar and thought we’d get a drink and some fries. But did you know in DC you don’t have to sell food at a bar? The bartender was like nope… no food… but you’re more than welcome to order a pizza over here. Haha. DC isn’t so bad after all.
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