The Capital and The Pervert
Trip Start Jun 19, 2010
74Trip End Sep 01, 2010
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GR Thompson Wildlife Preserve
We make the long walk up to the metro station where we'd dropped Kuntz earlier, and take the hour long train to the District of Colombia. We get off the stop and I call Lawa Gordo, one of my very oldest of friends, who is in her third year of medical school in the city. We decide to meet for lunch, but in waiting and considering the potential cost of a sitdown, Shmark and Cornbread opt instead for my bitter rival, Subway, after which point they go off to take in a few monuments
The Smithsonian is quite amazing, don’t you think, even if it’s mostly a conglomeration of popular culture? We see the Ruby Slippers and Clinton’s sax and Lincoln’s top hat, learning in solid detail of the kind of life Old Abe lived and how cool he seemed to be, and we even get to see Julia Child’s kitchen
Cornbread’s itching to get going so we leave, then realize that leaving would put us in the grips of rush hour, so we go to the Air and Space Museum to touch the moon rock. The best part of my experience is in the Early Flight Exhibit, learning of all the ingénues that tried and failed to get man in the skies. I can’t express well enough of how much I love seeing these whimsical sketches, seeing imagination surpass knowledge in ways that seem impossible today, imagining French thinkers standing at the edge of a cliff, clutching palm frond paddles or swirly planks of wood jimmied futilely to flap, then leaping off before scores of onlookers, expecting to be the first to fly, then being sent catastrophically downward and into their own demise. It’s also great to remark upon the simplicity of the Wright model, of how clever and efficient they were, of how many plans they trumped that day in Kitty Hawk, etc. Learning is cool. And Leonardo DiCaprio narrates the Imax movie that we didn’t see.
Back on the ranch, we go to Safeway for some supplies – beans and melon and wine and apples – to set forth into the wilderness we’ve been missing for these last few weeks of city life. Ultimately we settle on a plot of land that is called an animal preserve, but is really just an area where people can go to hunt legally, and again there is a booming orchestra of insects in the trees that lull us to sleep. By morning, I’m taking a urine all groggy-eyed, and must focus to notice a deer a few feet into the woods watching me do so with great curiosity; tell your friends, Madame Pervert, but please do be discreet.
This entry wasn’t so interesting, but at least it was short.