Still work on "traveling" and observation on one square block of commuting. 🤓
"DUPONT STROLL"
(Metro on 19th to N, M, L.
NW, east on L to 20th).
1.
Lemon quality to the day, well after sunrise, sun low. Wedgewood color, with marshmallows in formation, reflected in glass of aggressive building swallowing up site of my Job 2001-2007.
Reflect as usual that silver statue in lobby looks like a giant dildo.
2.
Maintain habit of flipping increasingly dubious cloth mask 😷 up and down as humans appear, gulping the delicious oxygen burst each time my face is boldly naked.
3.
Passing by "The Palm" ... haunt of lobbyists, spinach,
Arnold Palmers, and excess, I inhale a lovely brown waft of frying onion and mushrooms. Will any of them dare to just order a luncheon martini today? Will someone overdo later then desecrate the stone lions up the road?
Head to WaWa, an emporium of 568 types of things to drink, and splurge on bottle of heavily mango juice. Vow to abstain for next 3 months. Home full of fruit.
Ponder emphatic & vibrant Spanish of man next to me. Can't place accent. Refrain from asking, so as not to direct potentially chatty viri in his direction. Vow to learn smattering of every EU "active & working" language, even Maltese, tongue of corsairs & Pete Buttigieg
6.
There is oasis at 19th and L, after morning sidewalks blasting.
7.
Look back to empty floor of building that once housed Job 2011-2020 and perseverate over their scorned release letter, demanding my heirs and estate be released from litigation against them. Where am I in this contingency? Flying from a bridge?
8.
Synchronicity. At appearance of word "flying" in my mind's eye, two pigeons take off with perfect aeronautical line heading south, one after the other, exactly like their metal cousins at Reagan Airport.
I take this as a sign my rejection of ghoul-letter was correct.
9.
Turn briskly into L St., NW heading west. Empty block no mask. The urban tree planing here has brought up flick if adolescents with vaguely fernlike scent.
10.
Journey almost over. We are near a rehab center with focus on orthopedics. Woman in bent leg cast on scooter struggles with door to Starbucks. I am too far. I wave hand to no avail. She gets in alone.
10.
No particular epiphany today, just vague note that we are all isolated in our own invisible aspic mold this morning.
It is a given truth that President Biden is a gazillion times preferable to Biden, but that does not mean we are hunky dory.
Biden is a White Male Patriarch and can (same as a Bernie Sanders) be expected to throw women under the bus as needed.
2.
No, the Navy Seals are NOT being sent in to extract the Afghan Girls Robotics team, who are in very real danger of having their "bridal" virginity sold to the highest bidder them passed around as "damaged good" to a platoon of freedom fighters.
This is where things went awry. Dr. Fauci is a brilliant scientist, but his understanding of how to communicate critical public safety messages is a WHOLE different skill set!
Misinterpretation is a FAILURE of the communicator