
I spent my afternoon with a gent from these parts at a place called Busboys and Poets, a restaurant/bookstore/performance venue over on U Street. I wasn't hungry, as it was that weird period between lunch and dinner, and I couldn't tell if he was hungry. So we had drinks and this unfulfilling appetizer of tomatoes and mozarella. We checked out the small book collection, he bought his book and we headed off. The nice thing was that he drove me through Adam's Morgan, U Street, Cleveland Park and a bit of Georgetown. I now know there are places I really, really need to go. I also need to return to Busboys for open mic at some point.
It's funny how things start to go one way and then you're blindsided by your own incredible stupidity, isn't it? Fools, we all are. Silly fools.
If you're bored, check out Zach Braff dot Com. Evidently they just unveiled the new site. In his little video blog he talks about his "Challah Back" T-shirt. Marvelous.
Quoth Lionel Trilling: Being a Jew is like walking in the wind or swimming: you are touched at all points and conscious everywhere.