Jason sends this:
http://www.nytimes.com/2003/03/27/opinion/27NAFI.html?th
WASHINGTON — These days I am often asked what I did in Tehran as bombs fell during the Iran-Iraq war. My interlocutors are invariably surprised, if not shocked, when I tell them that I read James, Eliot, Plath and great Persian poets like Rumi and Hafez. Yet it is precisely during such times, when our lives are transformed by violence, that we need works of imagination to confirm our faith in humanity, to find hope amid the rubble of a hopeless world. Memoirs from concentration camps and the gulag attest to this. I keep returning to the words of Leon Staff, a Polish poet who lived in the Warsaw ghetto: "Even more than bread we now need poetry, in a time when it seems that it is not needed at all."

Archives are back up.

Thinking about Dumbarton Oaks, click here for a virtual tour, a garden in Georgetown that friends and I used to frequent. Am looking for images for my office, having taken home the Diego Rivera prints to put up at home...



Dumbarton Oaks holds a special place in my heart, mostly because late night swims at the "closed to the public" pool were so satisfying.



The idea is to either bring/make art for the office or purchase work that would help me orient when I go in every day. I've not found anything yet that out does the Rivera prints...(note: had to bring Diego's work back in, found nothing better)

It's early morning and I'm hungry. Went in to work for a bit last night and ended up creating a massive report and staying there way too late. Another project I wanted to wrap up was goals. Finishing goals will help to define what I'm going to do and, more importantly, not do in the next six months.

Jason and I are off to breakfast.

Also, short note for lack of entries. Was sick for weeks and couldn't figure out how/what to write about it.