there is nothing i hate more than scads of firework pictures (really, wtf? they all look EXACTLY THE SAME), but, anyways! here's mine. taken from the roof of our apartment near the convention center. we had a kind of crappy view of the massive fireworks display on the mall, but it was still nice being up there. we were surrounded by neighborhood firework displays on all sides as well. anacostia was workin' it.

another thing i made this weekend with my superlative kitchenaid mixer with which i am going to have many babies: a blueberry sour cream tart. the recipe is here; it's super easy and is kind of like a quick cheesecake. unfortunately, neither charles or tommy like anything cheesecakey, so i am stuck eating this entire massive thing by myself.

also, a note on the recipe: when buying ingredients in whole foods, do not accidentally and absent-mindedly buy whole wheat organic graham crackers for use in the crust. DOOOOOOOM.

If the Governess hadn't mentioned it, I never would have known it existed: the DC InfoShop is about one block away from us. You guys need a better sign. Also, smarter patrons: suddenly all of the juvenile anarchist graffiti in our neighborhood makes a lot more sense.

best not to employ clipboard boys around d.c. who:

-are indistinguishable from the potentially harmfuly and loony homeless man around the corner. a shower and a haircut will go a long way in this town.

-see me coming from a block away, pick me as obvious target, converge with your fellow unwashed greenpeace mate, who has not engaged anybody in conversation either, most likely because the stink is warding off everybody in the goddamn golden triangle, and start doing a strange clipboard/monkey dance in which you swivel your hips and suggestively thrust said clipboard towards me.

-shout something imperceptible at me as i turned my ipod up and speed the hell away from you as fast as i can in my heels.

note to self: never, EVER, give money to greenpeace.

goddammit, i hate the clipboard jerks around town in summer.

The three-day weekend knocked everything out of whack. Suddenly Sunday was the agreed-upon night for debauchery, and my whole schedule was thrown off. We yawned Friday night away, and before we knew it Saturday was almost gone. We had to get out of the house. So Catherine and I went to see War of the Worlds.

Here's where I would normally warn you about spoilers. But the thing is, this story's essential spoiler has been well-known for the past sixty years. If you don't already know it, it's your own goddamn fault.