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Spotted on the west side of Azusa Blvd, in West Covina, between Vine and Merced streets.
Bruce took me to the South Orange County Chambers of Commerce Ball last night and we had a really good time. Bruce knows absolutely everyone, of course, and I met some of his friends and colleagues and heard some very nice things about him. People really think very highly of him and his work, and did not hesitate to tell me how wonderful it was for the region to have him and what a great job he's doing. It was very heartening.
Although I myself had made a little splash...Someone mistook me as the newly elected First District county supervisor (another Asian woman about my age) and was about to congratulate me on my recent election victory before he stopped himself short to confirm my identity. I joked with Bruce that come Monday there'll be rumors in the county that he was canoodling with the newly elected supervisor all night and was seen leaving the party with her, even. Qu'elle scandale!
We saw a seafood restaurant called "Legal Sea Foods", and being us - lots of fish puns ensued. He was quite finny. We debated whether they served poached fish (ah ha ha, poached). It was off the scale, but you know we just did it for the halibut and not on porpoise.
This morning we went to the Capitol and had a tour led by a squeaky keen intern from the office of Ken Calvert (R-Ca). From his work, Bruce knew a lot more about everything we were looking at than the intern, so I actually learned far more about government and the history of DC than I got from the "official" tour.
We went to the National Portrait Gallery, where I had visited alone on Wednesday when Bruce had been at the conference. I attended a tour led by a docent who is a retired history teacher, so it was very informative and engaging. I couldn't wait to bring Bruce back with me today and give him the same (well, as much as possible) tour. Did you know the guy who patented the Singer sewing machine had five wives, some of whose tenures overlapped? Or that President Taft was stuck in the White House bathtub 3 times? Or that Orville and Wilbur Wright were the first newspaper publishers who printed poetry written by a black man? Neither did I until the tour, and we had a really good time goofing off with some of the statues as well.
We didn't make it to the Smithsonian today, but we did have a very illuminating afternoon in the Phillips Gallery where they have the original of the Renoir " Luncheon of the Boating Party", one of Bruce's favorite paintings, as well as quite a collection of impressionist works. The Phillips also had a considerable collection of modern art for us to snark over. We neither of us really seem to feel modernism.
Incidentally, about impressionism - in the movie "Clueless", one of the rich high school girls in the story is described as a 'Monet' - "She looks fine from a distance, but close up, it's a mess."
Now back to the blog entry.
We went to Second Story Books after the art gallery, and if I wasn't growing faint and crabby from hunger, we might still be there. Bruce added to his collection of reading materials, being as how his apartment can not quite pass as a used book store. Yet.
We have been walking everywhere, the weather's nice and crisp, Bruce likes pointing out interesting views and landmarks to me, and I enjoy his company. Although there's plenty of cabs and the Metro, we still prefer the physical immersion (and the exercise) we get from walking through the city streets, through the parks, and through traffic circles trying to get out without getting killed by embassy cars (which they could do with immunity if they wanted to).
Bruce pointed out to me that DC license plates say, on the bottom, "Taxation Without Representation". I love that open, expressive, and justifiably dour attitude. It's all about the free speech, no?
About today's photos:
(1) Pink and Blue: Magnolias against the sharp blue afternoon sky, a flash of color in winter
(2) Magnolias against the red-brick of the Phillips Collection building
Of all the ways one could have headlined a story about the slave/slaveowner ancestry-link between Al Sharpton and Strom Thurmond, the San Diego Union Tribune chooses "Who's Your Daddy?"
http://www.worsleyschool.net/science/files/eyelash/creatures.html
Demodex folliculorum, or the demodicid, is a tiny mite, less than 0.4 mm long, that lives in your pores and hair follicles, usually on the nose, forehead, cheek, and chin, and often in the roots of your eyelashes.
(A follicle is the pore from which a hair grows). Demodicids have a wormlike appearance, with legs that are mere stumps. People with oily skin, or those who use cosmetics heavily and don't wash thoroughly, have the heaviest infestations ... but most adults carry a few demodicids. Inflammation and infection often result when large numbers of these mites congregate in a single follicle.
This is worse than centipedes in my vagina!
