Another beautiful day in DC. I took a long walk along the Independence Ave side of the National Mall, past the worst curated museum in DC - The Museum of the American Indian. You have to see it to believe how bad it is. Apparently, whoever is running the place is so intent on pretending that native Americans represent a coherent and unified political/demographic bloc that they have gone out of their way to obscure the number and variety of native tribes - the true strength and appeal of native American cultures. It is confusing, boring, uninformative, and not even very aesthetically pleasing. Just saying.
Then I walked downtown to see the new Davis Guggenheim film, "It Might Get Loud." Excellent - and it could have been louder. I was very surprised at the demographics of the audience - old farts of both sexes and teenage girls. I would have expected otherwise.
Back home on the hill to small chores and harassing the cat. Light reading and some afternoon wine. Life is good. As the sun was setting K and I walked down to La Lomita Dos, our favorite Mexican restaurant on the hill, for a traditional Friday night out. This eating establishment has an additional source of gravity for us. Every major decision we have made regarding buying property or changes in jobs have been made over a meal there - usually at a predictable table in the back (one that we always seem to be directed to on those occasions). But besides the spooky stuff, the food is excellent and they have treated us well for 15 years. What more can you want of a neighborhood establishment?
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