I'm spending the week in Washington, D.C., so I'm not doing any intensive blogging. That is to say, I'm not combing other blogs and publishing-news sites for interesting tidbits to present here. I'm just tossing out a few random thoughts.
Oh, look. Here comes a random thought now:
In the past two days, two people have left messages in the post comments and five people have e-mailed asking me to check out their blogs. Dear friends, please understand that even when I am at home, I just don't have time to do that for everyone who asks. On a normal blogging day I am already skimming over fifty blogs and news sites (no, I'm not kidding) for stuff to write about here. But you can "trick" me into visiting your blog, and the way to do that is by linking to mine. You see, if you'll read my linking policy over there in the sidebar, you'll find that I've all but promised reciprocal links to any blogger who puts up a permanent (sidebar) link to my place. So partly for safety's sake and partly out of sheer curiosity, I check out every blog that links here.
If you like, you can e-mail to tell me you're linking. But even if you don't do that, I'll see your link on Technorati, probably within 48 hours of your putting it up. And yes, I will click over to your blog.
My hunk o' burnin' love was free yesterday, so I blew off work and we spent the morning at the National Gallery of Art. Then after popping over to a favorite haunt in Old Town Alexandria for lunch, we indulged my guy's James Bond fantasies by visiting the International Spy Museum.
Washington has the largest spy population of any city in the world, so halfway through our tour I caught myself wondering how many spies visit the museum pretending to be tourists. I mean, can't you see them doing that for kicks?
In keeping with the random tone of this post, I will now offer my first-ever (noncomprehensive) car review:
We're renting a black Volvo station wagon. It's a pretty thing, but short on leg room, at least in the front passenger seat. Yes, I fiddled with all of the buttons, but I still keep knocking my left knee against the GPS thingie. Bad design.
But enough about cars. Those of you who like Counting Crows should know that their best album ever is the recently-released New Amsterdam. Although it just came out this summer, it was recorded back in 2003, while the Crows were touring to promote the Hard Candy CD. I really dig this live stuff--they're so tight in concert. Right now I'm headphoned to my laptop, tapping my foot to "Rain King." (Best song on this album? The bluesy "Good Time." Listen to it and tell me I'm wrong. I dare ya.)
My architect-husband spends a good chunk of his time at zoning-board meetings, and he has one tonight here in D.C. I've never been to one (he says I'm not missing anything), but I'm going tonight because we've been invited to dinner immediately afterward. Yeah, I'm a sucker for a fine meal. Just ask Sergio, who fed me very well on Tuesday evening.
And now I'd better go back to work for a while. Take care, everyone.
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