Well grey's never ceases to amaze me ... pulling out that age old ritual of dating - brilliant.
I just wonder, how long can she keep this up? It's not exactly traditional dating since both men know each other and the situation. Also, doesn't this add an element of competetivness that goes beyond just wanting to be with her and her wanting to be with him? They've created a situation in which there is a winner ... after someone wins - then what? I am excited to see.
A good friend of mine pointed out that "too much media" has ruined our idea of life and especially what to expect from men. Do we think this is true? I am inclined to agree ... but feel free to tell me what you think. Both men and women, single, married, engaged, involved, etc ... please reply and help me figure this out. I think its an interesting topic for discussion ...
Is media affecting our interactions with the opposite sex? Are the movies, tv shows, music, magazines, etc. that we consume affecting our relationships? changing our expectations? hmmmm - talk to me people.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
alright, alright ... i get it!
No matter what it is that I am facing in life - stress at work, frustration with the family, misguided efforts, lack of a love life, struggles with my work-out, lack of direction, loss of cable on Thursday night, etc. etc - everyone around me has been giving me this advice, in varying degrees - just be patient.
Patience, according to everyone in my life, is the single characteristic that can make me happier. Not that I am unhappy ... lets say - make me less frustrated. Either way, the advice comes in many forms ... "you will just have to be patient", "patience is key", "only time will tell", "good things come to those who wait", "just chill out" ... and every other lame way of saying - deal with it. In a world of instant gratification - characterized by high speed internet, fast food, overnight-next day air, credit cards on key chains (i just got one in the mail - not sure how I feel about it), instant oatmeal, one-hour photo, ready to bake cookies, pod casting, four hour season finales, and more ... HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO BE PATIENT?? The world around me is constantly contradicting my efforts!
(Breathe ... just breathe) … but that is the world talking to me – right?! Many of you may know that I am a religious person … so what does the “good book” tell me regarding patience (because in all honesty, I need some divine guidance in my life right about now). The online version of the topical guide (as the name suggests it is a guide to topics that cross references all scripture - the Bible (both Old and New Testement), The Book of Mormon, and the Doctrine and Covenants) lists the following:
"Patience, Patient, Patiently"
See also Affliction; Forebearance
(insert a gulp and another deep breath) but of course it also offers a variety of enlightening and uplifting scriptures that address patience. Two personal favorites - Hebrews 6:12 - "followers . . . through faith and patience inherit the promises" and James 1: 3 - "trying of your faith worketh patience".
So this gives me some comfort. Patience is not something I should expect the media, or gadgets and gizmos of the world to teach me or even support me in my effort to gain more patience. Patience comes from something beyond for something beyond. Of course Elder Neal A. Maxwell (more bio info on him) always says it best -
"Patience is not indifference. Actually, it is caring very much, but being willing, nevertheless, to submit both to the Lord and to what the scriptures call the “process of time.”
"There is also a dimension of patience which links it to a special reverence for life. Patience is a willingness, in a sense, to watch the unfolding purposes of God with a sense of wonder and awe—rather than pacing up and down within the cell of our circumstance."
"Too much anxious opening of the oven door and the cake falls instead of rising! So it is with us. If we are always selfishly taking our temperature to see if we are happy, we won’t be. When we are impatient, we are neither reverential nor reflective because we are too self-centered. Whereas faith and patience are companions, so are selfishness and impatience." (click here to read in all of its brilliance).
And so all those reminding me that "patience is a virtue" that I obviously don't have ... I know! And I am working on it! But thanks for the reminder ... and thanks for listening to me complain. Everyday gets better.
Patience, according to everyone in my life, is the single characteristic that can make me happier. Not that I am unhappy ... lets say - make me less frustrated. Either way, the advice comes in many forms ... "you will just have to be patient", "patience is key", "only time will tell", "good things come to those who wait", "just chill out" ... and every other lame way of saying - deal with it. In a world of instant gratification - characterized by high speed internet, fast food, overnight-next day air, credit cards on key chains (i just got one in the mail - not sure how I feel about it), instant oatmeal, one-hour photo, ready to bake cookies, pod casting, four hour season finales, and more ... HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO BE PATIENT?? The world around me is constantly contradicting my efforts!
(Breathe ... just breathe) … but that is the world talking to me – right?! Many of you may know that I am a religious person … so what does the “good book” tell me regarding patience (because in all honesty, I need some divine guidance in my life right about now). The online version of the topical guide (as the name suggests it is a guide to topics that cross references all scripture - the Bible (both Old and New Testement), The Book of Mormon, and the Doctrine and Covenants) lists the following:
"Patience, Patient, Patiently"
See also Affliction; Forebearance
(insert a gulp and another deep breath) but of course it also offers a variety of enlightening and uplifting scriptures that address patience. Two personal favorites - Hebrews 6:12 - "followers . . . through faith and patience inherit the promises" and James 1: 3 - "trying of your faith worketh patience".
So this gives me some comfort. Patience is not something I should expect the media, or gadgets and gizmos of the world to teach me or even support me in my effort to gain more patience. Patience comes from something beyond for something beyond. Of course Elder Neal A. Maxwell (more bio info on him) always says it best -
"Patience is not indifference. Actually, it is caring very much, but being willing, nevertheless, to submit both to the Lord and to what the scriptures call the “process of time.”
"There is also a dimension of patience which links it to a special reverence for life. Patience is a willingness, in a sense, to watch the unfolding purposes of God with a sense of wonder and awe—rather than pacing up and down within the cell of our circumstance."
"Too much anxious opening of the oven door and the cake falls instead of rising! So it is with us. If we are always selfishly taking our temperature to see if we are happy, we won’t be. When we are impatient, we are neither reverential nor reflective because we are too self-centered. Whereas faith and patience are companions, so are selfishness and impatience." (click here to read in all of its brilliance).
And so all those reminding me that "patience is a virtue" that I obviously don't have ... I know! And I am working on it! But thanks for the reminder ... and thanks for listening to me complain. Everyday gets better.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
talkin 'bout my generation
Virgin Festival 2006 ... Baltimore MD ... good times, good times. There is nothing like going to a HUGE concert. Not only do you get to watch some pretty awesome bands, but it is people watching at its finest. I think that concerts may be THE BEST place to people watch. The airport and the metro are close seconds. Actually the metro might be the best place since its an everyday activity for 90% of the riders. Only about 10% or less of metro riders (I am guessing at these figures of course) are infrequent riders. Concerts and airports are "special events" - generally speaking - for most people, which also provides a great occasion to see what people wear and how they act in these special circumstances.
But I digress ... let us discuss the concert. I love the mix of people that pay $97.50 to stand for 10 hours to watch 20 bands (give or take a few). But you don't actually see all the bands because there are two stages. For example ... while I was watching Anthony Kiedis and Flea of The Red Hot Chili Peppers on the main stage, Wayne Michael Coyne of the Flaming Lips was busy entertaining the crowd in a bubble costume (Bubble Boy style) on the second stage on the other side of the venue. How was I suppose to make that decision? Ultimately I had to choose RHCP ... I had to!
Hours before RHCP took the stage we had a few noteworthy performers before us. Gnarlz Barkley (you know that song Crazy) had an electric string ensamble (violins and a cello) which was awesome! Plus his entire band, including himself, was decked out in Roman costumes ... we are talking togas, helmets, gold breast plates and arm bands ... all very halloween-costumesque of course. But it was hilarious. He has a bit of a foul mouth ... but I can see the potential in his sound ... lots of mixing going on in his stuff. And come on ... electric strings - that is cool.
After Gnarlz, came a personal favorite of mine - The Killers and man, they did not disappoint! I mean come on Brandon Flowers - those were the tightest pants I have ever seen! And only a man with a voice like yours could still be hot despite the creepy molester mustache and that old skool bartender vest, shirt, and tie! To top it all off - the guy wears white sneakers! HAHAHA ... awesome! Enough about his outfit though, because they were rockin. There is nothing more fun than singing at the top of your lungs with thousands of sweaty people - jammed together so tightly that you are constantly touching a complete stranger in a very friendly way. Highlight of the concert - thousands of people singing "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" all at once. That is a brilliant line Mr. Flowers, just brilliant. Thank you.
Music transcends generations in a way few other things do. Picture this if you will ... my friends and I are surrounded by sweaty teenagers (we are talking 15 and 16 year olds) on all sides. It is extremely humid and we are all so close that we are all moist and nasty and its hot. Teenage boys are checking out the teenage girls who are trying way tooo hard to be sexy and I am in the middle of it all ... but all you can do is laugh. Oh to be sixteen again. Then the next band comes on and an older crowd starts making its way toward the stage ... THE WHO is now playing Teenage Wasteland! Suddenly I am being surrounded by men my father's age. Old rockers lovin this appearance by one of the greatest bands ever! And the greatest part is that many of them have there teenage sons there.
To my right is a pair of fathers and sons taking in the music of The Who. They are all jamming out and having the time of their lives! I could see the happiness on their faces as the fathers shared this moment of rock and roll history with their sons. Do you think that when they were 18 they could ever imagine rocking out at Virgin Fest 2006 to "My Generation" with their 16 year old sons??? No way - who would have ever thought it could happen!
And then to my left I witness a college freshman boy meet and work-it with a freshman girl. I hear them exchange names and schools and majors ... slowly through out each song as they sing and dance the boy starts putting his arm around her - ya know, warming her up. By the fourth song they are full-on making-out! It was hilarious. He was trying so hard - but the best part was (or the worst part depending on your point of view) he was sooo stoned he could barely keep his eyes open and she was not under any influence at all (besides being a sucker for a cute boys attention - a girl can only resist so much, even though she knows she should) ... but that didn't seem to bother her ... until they had been kissing for about three songs. Then she was done - just like that. Ahhhh, to be eighteen!
And of course there is more to be said about the concert ... I could go on for days. But we will leave it at that. It was a good time and I am glad I went. The sound quality was amazingly good and the performers as well as the people did not disappoint.
But I digress ... let us discuss the concert. I love the mix of people that pay $97.50 to stand for 10 hours to watch 20 bands (give or take a few). But you don't actually see all the bands because there are two stages. For example ... while I was watching Anthony Kiedis and Flea of The Red Hot Chili Peppers on the main stage, Wayne Michael Coyne of the Flaming Lips was busy entertaining the crowd in a bubble costume (Bubble Boy style) on the second stage on the other side of the venue. How was I suppose to make that decision? Ultimately I had to choose RHCP ... I had to!
Hours before RHCP took the stage we had a few noteworthy performers before us. Gnarlz Barkley (you know that song Crazy) had an electric string ensamble (violins and a cello) which was awesome! Plus his entire band, including himself, was decked out in Roman costumes ... we are talking togas, helmets, gold breast plates and arm bands ... all very halloween-costumesque of course. But it was hilarious. He has a bit of a foul mouth ... but I can see the potential in his sound ... lots of mixing going on in his stuff. And come on ... electric strings - that is cool.
After Gnarlz, came a personal favorite of mine - The Killers and man, they did not disappoint! I mean come on Brandon Flowers - those were the tightest pants I have ever seen! And only a man with a voice like yours could still be hot despite the creepy molester mustache and that old skool bartender vest, shirt, and tie! To top it all off - the guy wears white sneakers! HAHAHA ... awesome! Enough about his outfit though, because they were rockin. There is nothing more fun than singing at the top of your lungs with thousands of sweaty people - jammed together so tightly that you are constantly touching a complete stranger in a very friendly way. Highlight of the concert - thousands of people singing "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" all at once. That is a brilliant line Mr. Flowers, just brilliant. Thank you.
Music transcends generations in a way few other things do. Picture this if you will ... my friends and I are surrounded by sweaty teenagers (we are talking 15 and 16 year olds) on all sides. It is extremely humid and we are all so close that we are all moist and nasty and its hot. Teenage boys are checking out the teenage girls who are trying way tooo hard to be sexy and I am in the middle of it all ... but all you can do is laugh. Oh to be sixteen again. Then the next band comes on and an older crowd starts making its way toward the stage ... THE WHO is now playing Teenage Wasteland! Suddenly I am being surrounded by men my father's age. Old rockers lovin this appearance by one of the greatest bands ever! And the greatest part is that many of them have there teenage sons there.
To my right is a pair of fathers and sons taking in the music of The Who. They are all jamming out and having the time of their lives! I could see the happiness on their faces as the fathers shared this moment of rock and roll history with their sons. Do you think that when they were 18 they could ever imagine rocking out at Virgin Fest 2006 to "My Generation" with their 16 year old sons??? No way - who would have ever thought it could happen!
And then to my left I witness a college freshman boy meet and work-it with a freshman girl. I hear them exchange names and schools and majors ... slowly through out each song as they sing and dance the boy starts putting his arm around her - ya know, warming her up. By the fourth song they are full-on making-out! It was hilarious. He was trying so hard - but the best part was (or the worst part depending on your point of view) he was sooo stoned he could barely keep his eyes open and she was not under any influence at all (besides being a sucker for a cute boys attention - a girl can only resist so much, even though she knows she should) ... but that didn't seem to bother her ... until they had been kissing for about three songs. Then she was done - just like that. Ahhhh, to be eighteen!
And of course there is more to be said about the concert ... I could go on for days. But we will leave it at that. It was a good time and I am glad I went. The sound quality was amazingly good and the performers as well as the people did not disappoint.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Editorial Correction
I realized that I did not state why I didn't get to see the premiere of Grey's on Thursday night ... my cable went out from 8:30 pm to 1 am. You see, I live in a brand spanking new building ... no one has ever lived in my apt. EVER! And you would think that everything is smooth sailing - that I am living the high life! Not so my friends, not so. While there are definite perks to a new and fabulously modern building, the kinks still need to be worked out. Fire alarms go off, lights flicker, closet racks fall down, light bulbs go out ... and cable to an entire building goes out right before the best night in television! I am watching the re-cap episode of Grey's and then nothing ... silence ... my tv goes out and my internet is dead as well. I did meet some of my neighbors who were just as annoyed as I was ... so I guess that is positive.
Anyway, its back up and running and I saw the re-aired season premiere on Friday ... so no worries. I got my Grey's fill.
Anyway, its back up and running and I saw the re-aired season premiere on Friday ... so no worries. I got my Grey's fill.
Friday, September 22, 2006
"livin' life & lovin' it"
As my day is finally winding down I have decided that tomorrow must be met with a better attitude. I mean I am going to a great rock concert tomorrow! I need to be happy and excited and live it up - right??!!! I will rest up tonight ... watch Grey's Anatomy (a co-worker so lovingly informed me that it will re-air tonight at 8 pm) cry or moan or scream or be dissapointed - which ever fits the bill ... and gear up for a loud, rowdy, crazy, dirty, insanely fun rock show at a Baltimore horse racing track (yes ... you read correctly). Although there is a 40% chance of rain ... no pouty faces from this concert goer!
As my oh so wise roomie often says ... we are "livin' life & lovin' it". She coined the phrase in NoVa (crystal city - corporate city usa) when we were recent transplants to the east coast - I can't remember if it was during a time we were actually lovin' it or if it was created in order to help us get out there and embrace our new lives ... either way it serves as a good mantra at times like these. And often I need to remember that ... to have my "DC moments" ... to take it all in and remember that my life is pretty awesome (despite the universe and its' plans to get me). In the scheme of life ... mine ain't that bad. Honestly.
So cheers to the weekend my friends ... cheers to the good and the bad ... cheers to the endless possibilities ... cheers to new adventures in life ... and go out there and represent the whole attitude of "livin' life & lovin' it"!
As my oh so wise roomie often says ... we are "livin' life & lovin' it". She coined the phrase in NoVa (crystal city - corporate city usa) when we were recent transplants to the east coast - I can't remember if it was during a time we were actually lovin' it or if it was created in order to help us get out there and embrace our new lives ... either way it serves as a good mantra at times like these. And often I need to remember that ... to have my "DC moments" ... to take it all in and remember that my life is pretty awesome (despite the universe and its' plans to get me). In the scheme of life ... mine ain't that bad. Honestly.
So cheers to the weekend my friends ... cheers to the good and the bad ... cheers to the endless possibilities ... cheers to new adventures in life ... and go out there and represent the whole attitude of "livin' life & lovin' it"!
A Change in the Air
Its a slow day in the office and I am a new blogger ... so of course I want to write more!
Its a friday afternoon in September in our Nation's capitol. The Fall weather is setting in abnormally early this year (at least early in my view since this is my second Fall in the District). The air is a little crisp and I am reminiscing about my first days here ... on September 12 I had officially lived "back east" for ONE YEAR! Can you believe it! Wow does time fly. However, the city life - acutally living in the city - is a new experience for me. Only at the end of July did I move myself into DC ... best decision I ever made. I love it!
But back to weather - last year at this time I was on the job hunt and interviewing for this job I now have. I remember that it was still super hot and humid because when I had my interview here I came an hour early just to sit at the LOC (library of congress) and cool down (aka stop sweating if possible). So I know that this weather is bit more Fall-ish. But that is fun! Changing seasons - so fun! New wardrobes come out from hiding ... coats, sweaters, boots all come out in the next few weeks! But what I fear with this change in the air ... a long long long winter to follow! I am no farmer's almanac or meteorologist, but I fear that the gloomy winter weather will persist much too long with the early onset of Fall. And that wouldn't be so bad if I didn't get so depressed in the winter! I just get blue (and pasty white - not that I was really tan this summer) and a little on the sad side when the winter months drag on. Although, winter does provide for a whole lotta snuggling to be had ... if I could only find someone to canoodle (ewww don't you hate that term?) But I get ahead of myself ... perhaps summer temperatures will be back next week ... heres for hoping!
Its a friday afternoon in September in our Nation's capitol. The Fall weather is setting in abnormally early this year (at least early in my view since this is my second Fall in the District). The air is a little crisp and I am reminiscing about my first days here ... on September 12 I had officially lived "back east" for ONE YEAR! Can you believe it! Wow does time fly. However, the city life - acutally living in the city - is a new experience for me. Only at the end of July did I move myself into DC ... best decision I ever made. I love it!
But back to weather - last year at this time I was on the job hunt and interviewing for this job I now have. I remember that it was still super hot and humid because when I had my interview here I came an hour early just to sit at the LOC (library of congress) and cool down (aka stop sweating if possible). So I know that this weather is bit more Fall-ish. But that is fun! Changing seasons - so fun! New wardrobes come out from hiding ... coats, sweaters, boots all come out in the next few weeks! But what I fear with this change in the air ... a long long long winter to follow! I am no farmer's almanac or meteorologist, but I fear that the gloomy winter weather will persist much too long with the early onset of Fall. And that wouldn't be so bad if I didn't get so depressed in the winter! I just get blue (and pasty white - not that I was really tan this summer) and a little on the sad side when the winter months drag on. Although, winter does provide for a whole lotta snuggling to be had ... if I could only find someone to canoodle (ewww don't you hate that term?) But I get ahead of myself ... perhaps summer temperatures will be back next week ... heres for hoping!
The Universe is Conspiring Against Me
I don't know what else to think but that something in the cosmos is trying to push my buttons ... or make me cry ... and I almost did last night (not that its really that hard to make me cry - but I must note that its been a good month or so since I cried for real). After a long tired week I was a bit grumpy. My consolation for working out everyday this week despite my tired and grumpiness was an hour of some good TV ... a season premiere to be exact ... the season premier of Grey's Anatomy. That is all I wanted. Nothing more. I just wanted to be lost in Seattle Grace Hosipital's halls for an hour ... then I would go to bed and come to work with a better attitude. But as I said at the start - this was not to be - the universe was (or is) consipiring against me.
You see, this is not the only event to make me think that the heavens are frowning upon me right now. Less than 5 days ago an equally sad event happened to me. I bought tickets to the Pete Yorn concert at the 930 club for Saturday night ... however the tickets arrived the following Monday. No Pete Yorn ... no strange condition ... no closet ... nothing. I spent two days on the phone with the U.S. Postal Service and a nice Ms. Griffin tried all she could to help me (tangent - Ms. Griffin sounded younger than me but insisted on being called Ms. Griffin ... that's one of the many great things about the "south" - its debated if DC is in this region for reals - but lots of the fabulous black women of this area insist on being called Ms. ... and who am I not to grant a fiesty woman's request - so I do as I am told!) But in the end my tickets were somewhere between Capitol Hill and U Street.
Not only was I thrilled to see the fabulous Pete Yorn - but I invited a friend to join me. Plans for that night went down hill as soon as the day began with no tickets in my hand. Moral of the story ... ladies - don't ever make plans like this (dinner, concert, all around good time), you only end up being dissapointed. Not only did I not see Pete Yorn - but I paid for the tickets and then did not get to see Pete Yorn. Devastating.
As if that wasn't all bad enough ... I got my cell phone bill yesterday. I NEVER NEVER NEVER go over my minutes. NEVER. Some how I managed to rack up a $150 bill! So the bad continues to overtake my life.
And now I am in a mood. A mood that makes me a little jaded and not as optimistic as I usually am. I have another concert this weekend - Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Who, The Killers, Gnarlz Barkley, Keane, etc ... I no longer can have high expectations ... or any expectations for that matter. I just can't handle the dissappointment these days. At least not this week. And so I will go and expect nothing ... maybe it will be good.
You see, this is not the only event to make me think that the heavens are frowning upon me right now. Less than 5 days ago an equally sad event happened to me. I bought tickets to the Pete Yorn concert at the 930 club for Saturday night ... however the tickets arrived the following Monday. No Pete Yorn ... no strange condition ... no closet ... nothing. I spent two days on the phone with the U.S. Postal Service and a nice Ms. Griffin tried all she could to help me (tangent - Ms. Griffin sounded younger than me but insisted on being called Ms. Griffin ... that's one of the many great things about the "south" - its debated if DC is in this region for reals - but lots of the fabulous black women of this area insist on being called Ms. ... and who am I not to grant a fiesty woman's request - so I do as I am told!) But in the end my tickets were somewhere between Capitol Hill and U Street.
Not only was I thrilled to see the fabulous Pete Yorn - but I invited a friend to join me. Plans for that night went down hill as soon as the day began with no tickets in my hand. Moral of the story ... ladies - don't ever make plans like this (dinner, concert, all around good time), you only end up being dissapointed. Not only did I not see Pete Yorn - but I paid for the tickets and then did not get to see Pete Yorn. Devastating.
As if that wasn't all bad enough ... I got my cell phone bill yesterday. I NEVER NEVER NEVER go over my minutes. NEVER. Some how I managed to rack up a $150 bill! So the bad continues to overtake my life.
And now I am in a mood. A mood that makes me a little jaded and not as optimistic as I usually am. I have another concert this weekend - Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Who, The Killers, Gnarlz Barkley, Keane, etc ... I no longer can have high expectations ... or any expectations for that matter. I just can't handle the dissappointment these days. At least not this week. And so I will go and expect nothing ... maybe it will be good.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Explanations and Justifications
All of a sudden the name of my blog came to me ... Juxtapose (one of my favorite words) - a concept I learned of in my freshman year of college at the BYU. It was in an art class - I believe the course was titled ... Introduction to Art. It was one of those "what is art", "art is everywhere" sort of classes ... and I liked it. Anyway, the concept of putting two things next to eachother and comparing and contrasting was a great concept that I enjoyed already - but to give it a name - Brilliant!
So lets take this concept one step further, in order to more fully explain and justify myself (and perhaps offer insight into me) ... I don't like the idea of just comparing or contrasting any old things - I want to juxtapose seemingly different and oppossing things and see where common ground can be found. Or even better, where complimentary differences arise! One small and not-so-ground breaking example can be found in my neighboorhood. The old and the new in all of their glory (and guts ... lots of building and rebuilding going on in this city) can be seen in every inch of U Street. The modern and the historic right next door to eachother makes my heart burst with happiness. I have always felt like an old soul ... which is where the name Baroque comes in. I love the ornate, busy, over-the-top detail of the District, but the modern resergence of this city also satisfies my youthful urge for the future with clean lines and innovative design. It makes me smile. Juxtaposition ... so much good can come from it.
p.s. ... as soon as i figure this out I will add some pictures to illustrate my points.
So lets take this concept one step further, in order to more fully explain and justify myself (and perhaps offer insight into me) ... I don't like the idea of just comparing or contrasting any old things - I want to juxtapose seemingly different and oppossing things and see where common ground can be found. Or even better, where complimentary differences arise! One small and not-so-ground breaking example can be found in my neighboorhood. The old and the new in all of their glory (and guts ... lots of building and rebuilding going on in this city) can be seen in every inch of U Street. The modern and the historic right next door to eachother makes my heart burst with happiness. I have always felt like an old soul ... which is where the name Baroque comes in. I love the ornate, busy, over-the-top detail of the District, but the modern resergence of this city also satisfies my youthful urge for the future with clean lines and innovative design. It makes me smile. Juxtaposition ... so much good can come from it.
p.s. ... as soon as i figure this out I will add some pictures to illustrate my points.
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