There is a small, metallic ladybug balloon with little legs and a bright red carapace trapped up in the vaulted ceiling of the 'Metro Center' station. When I saw it up there last week, I could just imagine a toddling little one losing grip of this sparkling treat in the onward crush of DC's metro system and seeing this wide-eyed balloon with its exaggerated antennae float out of reach to be trapped in the sprawling concrete arches.
Today, I happened to be walking through the same part of the station and the balloon was still there--its little legs dangling and body dented by lack of air.
I could see a little face, hanging up there in the arches. Deflated.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
And now for a little bit of fun:
The stuff this guy/gal scripts is amazing!
I especially recommend checking out the eye and face scripts.
And in celebration of Halloween, here is an interview with Bill Kelly, Vice-Chairman of the Jelly Belly Company. It starts out talking about candy corn but listen for some insight into the mystery of the buttered popcorn jelly bean.
More soon.
The stuff this guy/gal scripts is amazing!
I especially recommend checking out the eye and face scripts.
And in celebration of Halloween, here is an interview with Bill Kelly, Vice-Chairman of the Jelly Belly Company. It starts out talking about candy corn but listen for some insight into the mystery of the buttered popcorn jelly bean.
More soon.
In the line of fire:
One of my mom's first graders described the fire-line as the edge of a lava flow-- glowing and leaving ash and charred wreckage behind. We're not being affected, thank goodness, but we're just over the pass from the San Bernadino fires and not too far from the others. Some of my friends, however, aren't as lucky. This tragedy is more than blood red sunsets and huge clouds of smoke ringing the edges of my home valley. All of you are in my thoughts--if you need anything, I'm here.
The scary thing is that, for all the destruction they have wrought, the fires have only burned a fraction of the fuel that's out there. All the "Old" fire needs to do is hop over a ridgeline and there's a whole other set of heavily populated valleys full of dead, dry trees with hot, dry winds making things worse. It was 99 degrees at home a couple of days ago-- a pretty toasty end to October, even in the desert.
Here's what it looks like:
Keep in mind that this map is about 150 miles west to east.
One of my mom's first graders described the fire-line as the edge of a lava flow-- glowing and leaving ash and charred wreckage behind. We're not being affected, thank goodness, but we're just over the pass from the San Bernadino fires and not too far from the others. Some of my friends, however, aren't as lucky. This tragedy is more than blood red sunsets and huge clouds of smoke ringing the edges of my home valley. All of you are in my thoughts--if you need anything, I'm here.
The scary thing is that, for all the destruction they have wrought, the fires have only burned a fraction of the fuel that's out there. All the "Old" fire needs to do is hop over a ridgeline and there's a whole other set of heavily populated valleys full of dead, dry trees with hot, dry winds making things worse. It was 99 degrees at home a couple of days ago-- a pretty toasty end to October, even in the desert.
Here's what it looks like:
Keep in mind that this map is about 150 miles west to east.
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