I'd just run into Steny Hoyer, the Democratic Majority Leader, on the street the day before. Stealing a few extra creative minutes on my commute to work, I had pulled out my Moleskin to pen a few notes about the encounter before my stop.
Along the way a man in his twenties entered the subway car, cell phone attached to his ear. He sat down in the empty seat next to me.
Geez, you sound like you're having a friggin heart attack.
I'm just calling you back to say "I love you."
Yeah, you too. Bye.
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
Summer in the City
The Lovin' Spoonful
It's turning out to be a typical Washington summer: hot and very humid. I know. Last night our air conditioning simply quit. No announcement; no nothing. One minute I was nice and comfy and the next my skin stopped breathing.
I knew what was coming. As the evening wore on I could feel myself getting more and more uncomfortable.
You can't hear me? I CAN HEAR YOU!Yes I can.
Brenda, I am on the subway. I can't be doing that!
When people make public spectacles of themselves I get embarrassed. Why me? Watching a scorned lover let her philanderer have it on the Jerry Springer Show immediately causes my hands to cover my eyes. I must protect myself and this is my instinctive automatic response. Hands to ears would be better but my body doesn't always listen to me.
I could turn off the TV, but of course I don't. There is
Amber, this is Glenn
I'm in the Metro on my way in
I need an email to go out now!
An early morning snow had forced the federal government to open two hours late. The respite from AM bureaucracy did not prevent countless worker bees from their appointed tasks. Conference calls from home circumvented any disconnect Mother Nature could hand out. Workflow could not and would not be stopped by a mere three inch layer of slush.
Subject line: "Update from Glenn"
No, make that "Good news from Glenn"
Hi Nick. This is your lawyer.
Your lawyer, Bob.
Yes, that's right. Your lawyer.
Washington is a town of lawyers. They're everywhere and into everything. Their influence is clearly visible throughout the DC area. Button-down blue Oxford dress shirts are our version of high fashion. Their power lunches and show-stopping courtroom antics are de rigueur. And a lawyer's cell phone is indeed his best friend, at least when it comes to billable hours.
So why was I surprised yesterday when I walked into
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I am a voyeur. To be a good artist you must be willing to observe and listen. It's not hard when you take public transportation every day. As an art career move, my transportation from the isolation of LA freeway driving to the close contact of DC's subway has been a boon to my artmaking. Hence the creation of The Theatre of the Barely Socially Acceptable.
As an artist I am stealth. When I hear fellow commuters'