Some buildings are still boarded up from the George Floyd protests, and I am not sure whether they are still actually worried about break-ins or just went out of business entirely. In the case of Hikari Sushi, I suspect that it’s the latter.
Some buildings are still boarded up from the George Floyd protests, and I am not sure whether they are still actually worried about break-ins or just went out of business entirely. In the case of Hikari Sushi, I suspect that it’s the latter.
This is perhaps the most Washington D.C. PSA ever. I’ve seen several of these COVID-19 safety PSAs in the Adams Morgan neighborhood, and agree that wearing a mask for Ruth Bader Ginsburg is totally worth it.
There were also less-successful PSAs about some dude named Ryan.
Washington DC COVID warning.
Aside from a dramatic life-saving rescue, and bi-weekly fires, the view from my desk is mostly the mundane, slow construction going on across the street.
It took weeks for the construction workers to put up the giant sign for the Compass Coffee roastery. For an hour, it hilariously read “ASS COFFEE,” which my inner 13-year-old found hilarious.
Then, when the sign read “MPASS COFFEE,” an actual impasse happened and the construction workers started a full-on screaming fight in the middle of the street.
At least in D.C., the fashion trend for the past few years has been very short shorts.
The problem is that with my “pandemic 15,” the short-shorts tend to make me look like a fat baby. However, now every time I try to wear what used to be normal-length shorts, I feel like I’m dressing like the lead singer of a late-90s rock band.
I may be old, but these biscuits are not definitely limp, so, fat baby look it is. 👶
It looks like Halloween came early to the Logan Circle/Dupont neighborhood.
This creepy decoration is at the intersection of 17th Street and P Street NW. It’s not quite as interesting as the Barbie Pond, but just as quirky and a bit more topical.
An ominous skeleton in the DuPont / Logan Circle neighborhood.
An ominous skeleton in the DuPont / Logan Circle neighborhood.
Just prior to shutdown, I was halfway through a modified version of the “75 Hard” exercise fad.
The gist my routine was that I worked out twice a day for a minimum of 45 minutes per session. It was a big commitment, but felt great (most of the time).
I never subscribed to some of the more arbitrary rules of the 75 Hard program — like the requirement that one session has to be outside, or that you can’t make-up missed sessions when work gets crazy. Even I understood that flexibility is needed for thunderstorms and client demands. I also wasn’t going to take 5 minute cold showers every day because that’s clearly nonsense.
The point of this fitness spurt was to train myself to understand that exercise is something to be prioritized. Scheduling two exercise sessions per day instead of just one also makes it very hard to skip working out altogether. In short — I was on a roll.
The lack of nightclubs during the pandemic has not made the streets safer — particularly in Washington DC’s Shaw/U Street neighborhood.
We’ve seen a car jump a curb and almost hit a group of Black Israelites. They were convinced it was a miracle that they weren’t injured, and I think they may be right. That driver sped off.
Then the next weekend, this nonsense happened:
Gyms recently opened back up in the District for the first time since the lockdown began, but I am not sure when I’ll be back.
One of the most interesting things about the first days of the COVID-19 lock down was the effort people put into outlandish costumes.
Posters in the neighborhood are very common — movie advertisements, parking restrictions, political art, lost pets, protest statements, cries for help, etc.
However, this morning, we came across something new — a “stolen bike” poster.
Like everyone else, I took up baking since this great work from home experiment. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that I purchased a mini-muffin pan and regular-sized cups until I started mixing…
Drag Race has been my favorite TV show for over a decade and marked important parts of my life so far.
Face masks are not the only thing junking up the neighborhood lately — COVID-19 physical distancing drastically increased the number of abandoned rental scooters and bikes littering the area.
The District’s stay-home order has done more than normalize telecommuting and transform buying cleaning supplies into a scavenger hunt. It also creates an incentive for me to frequent different businesses in Northeast D.C. for pickup and delivery.
My new favorite spots are typically within a 45 minute one-way walk from my apartment. This is the ideal distance for weekday dog walks before and after work. (This is also coincidentally the maximum safe distance from apartment toilet since most places are closed).
After about 2 months, the coronavirus restrictions still do not feel normal, but I’m getting used to things.
In the Netflix movie Bird Box, people walk outside with blindfolds because of the threat of invisible supernatural creatures that drive people to commit suicide. We find out quickly that some mentally disturbed individuals are immune from the creatures. These characters run around killing people by forcing them to take off their eye-coverings.
This means that Sandra Bullock spends two hours dodging invisible creatures and serial killers.
Although there aren’t serial killers stalking my neighborhood yet, things have taken on a Bird Box-like feel lately.
The past month of working from was less disruptive and far more mundane than I expected.
I used to work from home full-time at Thomson Reuters, so I am used to the early morning dog walks and days spent in front of the monitor. The time that I save commuting is mostly lost to an increased number of webinars and emails, but the fridge access is worth it.
The Coronavirus spread rapidly across the country last week, so my firm announces Friday that we can work from home starting Monday.
I grab my equipment from the office over the weekend and start the “social distancing” experiment along with most of the city on Monday morning. Working from home reminds me of my prior gigs, but there are major differences this time, including unusually heavy email traffic and the inability to work from coffee shops.
However Monday turns out to have more than emails and bored dogs in store for me…