I got here on Saturday the 31st, but that was not super interesting. I mostly got unpacked and tried to find a place to watch the Boise State football game, which was harder than I'd have thought. ANd suddenly I don't want to remember that Saturday any more.
Anyways, I live in an apartment with 5 other guys. I share a room with two. Here is my part of it:
|I keep clothing on my bed.|
|Dressers are cool, but washed out photos are cooler.|
The next day I rested up and decided to take a walk over to where I'd be working, The Institute of World Politics. It was a longer walk than I anticipated, but I made it apparently:
|I hadn't eaten a meal in days.|
I also decided to take a look around the corner at a church I planned to visit. It also happens to be the same building where Teddy Roosevelt went to Church.
|Ironically, I still have not visited.|
|You will notice that a well-fed Jacob is a happy Jacob.|
|The old houses turned to offices in DC are among my favorite things.|
|Not unexpectedly, it was not in session.|
|But no, I can't actually see it from here.|
On Tuesday, I began work. The best part: the metro station escalator. It's over 2 minutes long. Going up...
|The light beckons.|
|It's scary down there.|
|I even put on my excited face.|
|I feel like there is some chromatic dissonance in this photo.|
We also went exploring the city at night. You can get incredibly close to the caapitol.
|It's not really blurry. You are shaking with excitement.|
|Warning: Objects in photo may not be life size.|
|A man-made waterfall. I now understand. It is beautiful though.|
|They odd lighting is due to construction on old Geo.|
Wednesday I visited the National Portrait Gallery. Can you guess who I saw there?
|I like words.|
|A mining town. It intrigued me.|
|This painting was even cooler in person. I bet that is what the artist said about the scene.|
|I love this painting of George Washington Carver. I didn't realize how far he lived into the 20th Century.|
|I have nothing to say here.|
|I'm pretty sure Kansas was a blank screen.|
I then ambled across the street to the International Spy Museum where I did many things. Like assuming new identities:
|I still need to work on my New Zealand/Canadian accent.|
|We aren't attached to the nervous system. We can't feel any pain.|
|The Russians continued use as a weight-loss measure.|
|Like this letter thief. Genius.|
|It was a ninja disguised as a piano.|
|Your friends may be close, but Defoe is closer.|
Back to IWP. The elevator is a little creepy.
|And people aren't allowed to ride it.|
I also got my first publishing credit for my work on the IWP newsletter. No big deal.
|I could stare for days.|
|Even if I am no longer excited.|
And DC has strange names for things:
|I saw it. It was humpy.|
So that is that. It's been great so far. More phlogging will be done.
Thank you all for your prayers and support.