Courtesy of the National Museum of Natural HistoryI actually took this photo last weekend, but I was reminded of it today when I went back to the NMNH for the Thelonius Monk International Jazz Competition
Saturday, October 10, 2009
22 Bones in the Skull
Courtesy of the National Museum of Natural HistoryI actually took this photo last weekend, but I was reminded of it today when I went back to the NMNH for the Thelonius Monk International Jazz Competition
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Zooironic
The Natural History Museum has an exhibit, the Orkin Insect Zoo, sponsored by Orkin Pest Control... hilarious!
This is the Hope Diamond out of its setting showing its brilliant 45 carats through 74 facets. This is the first time it has been on public display out of its setting.Graffiti commissioned outside of my home.
How Capitalism is Attacking Postal Workers
I sadly did not catch what I suspect was an enthralling conversation about capitalism's misdeeds
Sunshine
I've been neglecting the blog for no reason. I have so much to talk about but I hardly ever make the effort to sit down and write.
As everyone who reads this blog should know I took the LSAT last weekend. I think it went well, but I'll be sure to notify everyone if it in fact it did go well.
With LSAT out of the way (fingers crossed) I have been thinking more and more about the personal statements I have to write for the law school application process. While I do 'have to', part of me is looking forward to it. As I look back upon the academic, and extracurricular pursuits [sic] I don't have a clear understanding of what they mean to my life. I can recall undertaking them to better myself, but I haven't assessed my progress. I don't know how I have changed, what I have gained, and if I have become a better person because of it.
In the most abstract sense I don't have a sense of my own identity. It's as if I am defining my personality, my identity. I'm excited and anxious about reflecting and articulating why the experiences in my life matter, and how they shaped me into the person X law school would want representing them.
This is the first weekend in months I haven't spent half the day taking an LSAT. I took full advantage of it by walking Eastern Market on Saturday morning. For those that have been to Pike's Market, I would say Eastern Market is much the same; an array of vendors, fresh fruit, vegetables, and herbs, with a few places offering fresh fish, meat, sausages, cheeses, and pasta (I really want to try to the pumpkin ravioli).
(Walking through a park near my home on the way to Eastern Market)
Andrew, my roommate, had a friend in town and invited me to go with them to Crafty Bastards. Crafty Bastards is a community event in Adam's Morgan with numerous hippy crafts (e.g. climbing belts adorned with decorations, specialty belts with bike lock holders) and 'indie' T-shirts. I briskly walked through the event and jut as quickly the festival lost its aura. I turned to walk out when people climbing a fence caught my eye. I knew I had to justify my decision for coming to Crafty Bastards so I spent 5 extra seconds to peer over the fence and beyond crowd to see what the commotion was about.
2 hours later I walked away from witnessing my first live b-boy/girl spectacle. Most of these kids were in high school, and some weren't that great, but others were not only great but inspiring. One of the b-boys aptly named 'half-step'. Half-step had a prosthetic leg and could break with or without his leg. He also made it to the third of five rounds by performing a handstand spin (half step did not complete nearly as many rotations).
As everyone who reads this blog should know I took the LSAT last weekend. I think it went well, but I'll be sure to notify everyone if it in fact it did go well.
With LSAT out of the way (fingers crossed) I have been thinking more and more about the personal statements I have to write for the law school application process. While I do 'have to', part of me is looking forward to it. As I look back upon the academic, and extracurricular pursuits [sic] I don't have a clear understanding of what they mean to my life. I can recall undertaking them to better myself, but I haven't assessed my progress. I don't know how I have changed, what I have gained, and if I have become a better person because of it.
In the most abstract sense I don't have a sense of my own identity. It's as if I am defining my personality, my identity. I'm excited and anxious about reflecting and articulating why the experiences in my life matter, and how they shaped me into the person X law school would want representing them.
This is the first weekend in months I haven't spent half the day taking an LSAT. I took full advantage of it by walking Eastern Market on Saturday morning. For those that have been to Pike's Market, I would say Eastern Market is much the same; an array of vendors, fresh fruit, vegetables, and herbs, with a few places offering fresh fish, meat, sausages, cheeses, and pasta (I really want to try to the pumpkin ravioli).
(Walking through a park near my home on the way to Eastern Market)Andrew, my roommate, had a friend in town and invited me to go with them to Crafty Bastards. Crafty Bastards is a community event in Adam's Morgan with numerous hippy crafts (e.g. climbing belts adorned with decorations, specialty belts with bike lock holders) and 'indie' T-shirts. I briskly walked through the event and jut as quickly the festival lost its aura. I turned to walk out when people climbing a fence caught my eye. I knew I had to justify my decision for coming to Crafty Bastards so I spent 5 extra seconds to peer over the fence and beyond crowd to see what the commotion was about.
2 hours later I walked away from witnessing my first live b-boy/girl spectacle. Most of these kids were in high school, and some weren't that great, but others were not only great but inspiring. One of the b-boys aptly named 'half-step'. Half-step had a prosthetic leg and could break with or without his leg. He also made it to the third of five rounds by performing a handstand spin (half step did not complete nearly as many rotations).
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