My little giraffe

Oh, she really got the hang of trick-or-treating this year. Three blocks in our candy-rich neighborhood netted her about five pounds of treats.

On the grid

Shopping at our local SuperTarget again. I didn't notice until I looked at this picture how oppressive the giant grid of fluorescent ceiling panels is.

Toddler, at rest

Back home again. The morning routine has Ellen join us in bed to watch Sesame Street. (She was put out when we'd watch it without her.) She's happy to see her daddy (and vice versa).

Hammers and saws

Construction is omnipresent in this part of D.C. This is just one of the dozen or so buildings in various states of creation or remodeling on my three-block walk to work from the Metro.

... or are you just happy to see me?

After three days working in the Waterfront district of D.C., I finally saw some water. Here are the boat slips with a view of the Washington Monument.

Don't drive; use plasma screens instead

The National Geographic Society's M Street facade has a giant marquee blaring out a message thanking me for walking (and thus saving energy, or the planet, or something). The NGS also has floor to ceiling plasma screens showing off their latest specials and an announcer's voice broadcast onto the mostly empty street. I'll have to walk a LOT to counteract that energy waste.

Logan, start your run

I like the run-down '70s futurism of Washington's Metro system. The big concrete cylinders are where we're supposed to live when nuclear war drives us underground. Who wants to be a Morlock?