Friday, November 7, 2008

Commuter Sentences: To Catch a Thief

As I was exiting Union Station, I saw a teenager running really, really fast. It was one of those occasions when your brain has to catch up with what was happening. I thought "Boy he's running fast!" and then "Looks like he's running because he stole something." By the time I thought "Someone should stop him," he had run through the doors to the food court on the lower level and a man behind me was screaming "Stop! Police! He stole my iphone!" The man was running around like a crazy person screaming police. [As a side note, a Metro employee--who I don't believe was working at the time--responded "He sure did." Well, thanks, lady, that's helpful.]


Okay, this is disturbing on so many levels. This guy was not in a dark alley or even a semi-deserted street. Nor was he pressed in a train with so many people that anyone could reach into his pocket and take it unbeknownst to him. This was a busy metro station at UNION STATION which is a block from the Capitol. Crime happens here a lot. What's disturbing is that the guy was SCREAMING "Police!" and it took at least 10 min (or so it seemed) for them to show up and that was, I believe, because someone called them. (This oddly did not occur to me as something to do.)  At that point, a car with lights shows up and talks to him.


The Metro police are rarely where they need to be. And now, they're going to start random searching of bags for suspicious materials. Why not start with being present and catching people who have just robbed someone with about 50 people in view? This reminds me of a time (post 9-11) that I told Amtrak police about a backpack left under a chair in a waiting area and was treated somewhat condescendingly...I mean, seriously!!!! This is turning into a total rant, but in further news, I have noticed grafitti more and more on trains and busses. Whatever happened to dealing with stuff like this to prevent bigger crimes--a la the recently maligned Broken Window Theory? C'mon Metro! Between delays, fare hikes, and fear of crime, people will find alternatives when they can...

Commuter Sentences: To Catch a Thief

As I was exiting Union Station, I saw a teenager running really, really fast. It was one of those occasions when your brain has to catch up with what was happening. I thought "Boy he's running fast!" and then "Looks like he's running because he stole something." By the time I thought "Someone should stop him," he had run through the doors to the food court on the lower level and a man behind me was screaming "Stop! Police! He stole my iphone!" The man was running around like a crazy person screaming police. [As a side note, a Metro employee--who I don't believe was working at the time--responded "He sure did." Well, thanks, lady, that's helpful.]


Okay, this is disturbing on so many levels. This guy was not in a dark alley or even a semi-deserted street. Nor was he pressed in a train with so many people that anyone could reach into his pocket and take it unbeknownst to him. This was a busy metro station at UNION STATION which is a block from the Capitol. Crime happens here a lot. What's disturbing is that the guy was SCREAMING "Police!" and it took at least 10 min (or so it seemed) for them to show up and that was, I believe, because someone called them. (This oddly did not occur to me as something to do.)  At that point, a car with lights shows up and talks to him.


The Metro police are rarely where they need to be. And now, they're going to start random searching of bags for suspicious materials. Why not start with being present and catching people who have just robbed someone with about 50 people in view? This reminds me of a time (post 9-11) that I told Amtrak police about a backpack left under a chair in a waiting area and was treated somewhat condescendingly...I mean, seriously!!!! This is turning into a total rant, but in further news, I have noticed grafitti more and more on trains and busses. Whatever happened to dealing with stuff like this to prevent bigger crimes--a la the recently maligned Broken Window Theory? C'mon Metro! Between delays, fare hikes, and fear of crime, people will find alternatives when they can...

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other.--Obama, victory speech


I have had trouble sleeping and concentrating because of the election. So, I'm glad it's over and glad it turned out how I wanted. I do hope we can all come together now...I'm so proud that we've come so far. My confidence in America has been renewed. I feel like everyone was stepping a little lighter today. I know I was.


I'm posting Obama's acceptance speech because: a.) I just learned how to imbed (did you notice?) b.) My mom, who works at the polls, was too tired to stay up and watch. Mom, I'm proud of you for supporting the Democratic process!


 



So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves, but each other.--Obama, victory speech


I have had trouble sleeping and concentrating because of the election. So, I'm glad it's over and glad it turned out how I wanted. I do hope we can all come together now...I'm so proud that we've come so far. My confidence in America has been renewed. I feel like everyone was stepping a little lighter today. I know I was.


I'm posting Obama's acceptance speech because: a.) I just learned how to imbed (did you notice?) b.) My mom, who works at the polls, was too tired to stay up and watch. Mom, I'm proud of you for supporting the Democratic process!


 



Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Get out and V-O-T-E!

It's no secret I'm voting for Obama. Pardon, voted. I have my sticker to prove it. I waited for 2+ hours, but it was kind of fun, because there was an air of excitement. I was touched when I saw an elderly African-American woman come to vote because I thought "Wow, this woman probably had to sit at the back of the bus and drink from different fountains and her parents probably didn't vote, and now, she's most likely voting for a black candidate." Local news did a piece on a 105-year-old woman from Alexandria. It just reminds you to exercise your rights. One-hundred years ago, I would not have been able to vote. Some people fought long and hard so I could wait more than 2 hours to cast my ballot, and I hope I never take that for granted.



http://www.nbcwashington.com/syndication?id=33605184&path=%2Fnews%2Felections%2Flocal

Get out and V-O-T-E!

It's no secret I'm voting for Obama. Pardon, voted. I have my sticker to prove it. I waited for 2+ hours, but it was kind of fun, because there was an air of excitement. I was touched when I saw an elderly African-American woman come to vote because I thought "Wow, this woman probably had to sit at the back of the bus and drink from different fountains and her parents probably didn't vote, and now, she's most likely voting for a black candidate." Local news did a piece on a 105-year-old woman from Alexandria. It just reminds you to exercise your rights. One-hundred years ago, I would not have been able to vote. Some people fought long and hard so I could wait more than 2 hours to cast my ballot, and I hope I never take that for granted.



http://www.nbcwashington.com/syndication?id=33605184&path=%2Fnews%2Felections%2Flocal

Monday, November 3, 2008

What the hell is going on with the world...

when a trick or treater gets shot with an AK-47. Read full article here.




"Dad: Slain SC trick-or-treater saved him, siblings



SUMTER, S.C. – The parents of a 12-year-old shot to death while trick-or-treating said Monday they hope the man accused of killing him suffers for the rest of his life.


T.J. Darrisaw died Halloween night after police say a convicted felon unleashed a barrage of bullets from inside a home, pumping at least 29 shots through the closed door and front of the house. The boy's father and brother also were wounded.


"The injury to my arm is not as bad as the injury to my heart. I've lost a piece of my heart forever," father Freddie Grinnell Jr. said as he sat in his living room Monday.


Police said the suspect, Quentin Patrick, 22, opened fire with an AK-47 because he thought he was being robbed. The family went to the home because the porch light was on, usually a signal that trick-or-treaters are welcome."

What the hell is going on with the world...

when a trick or treater gets shot with an AK-47. Read full article here.




"Dad: Slain SC trick-or-treater saved him, siblings



SUMTER, S.C. – The parents of a 12-year-old shot to death while trick-or-treating said Monday they hope the man accused of killing him suffers for the rest of his life.


T.J. Darrisaw died Halloween night after police say a convicted felon unleashed a barrage of bullets from inside a home, pumping at least 29 shots through the closed door and front of the house. The boy's father and brother also were wounded.


"The injury to my arm is not as bad as the injury to my heart. I've lost a piece of my heart forever," father Freddie Grinnell Jr. said as he sat in his living room Monday.


Police said the suspect, Quentin Patrick, 22, opened fire with an AK-47 because he thought he was being robbed. The family went to the home because the porch light was on, usually a signal that trick-or-treaters are welcome."

Not for the Faint of Heart

From CNN...this is gross.


Embedded video from CNN Video

Not for the Faint of Heart

From CNN...this is gross.


Embedded video from CNN Video

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Carb as Secret Weapon

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Another one bites the dust! Finally, my Cadillac of mousetraps pulled through and caught one of the rascals! I have to credit bread, which was the new addition this weekend. This sort of endears me to the creatures (I said "sort of") because, boy, I can relate to carb cravings.


I have lost any naivete that would enable me to believe that there were only two. There could be, but there could also be more, so I'm biding my time with more traps set. In fact, seeing two has made me MORE wary of additional creatures. Part of this morning was spent cleaning (again) under the burners on my stove and one of my lower cabinets. I guess I can say one good thing about having mice: it's made me do the little cleaning projects one tends to neglect!


Hmm, this photo, from Adina Hoffman, almost makes a mouse look cute...

Carb as Secret Weapon

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Another one bites the dust! Finally, my Cadillac of mousetraps pulled through and caught one of the rascals! I have to credit bread, which was the new addition this weekend. This sort of endears me to the creatures (I said "sort of") because, boy, I can relate to carb cravings.


I have lost any naivete that would enable me to believe that there were only two. There could be, but there could also be more, so I'm biding my time with more traps set. In fact, seeing two has made me MORE wary of additional creatures. Part of this morning was spent cleaning (again) under the burners on my stove and one of my lower cabinets. I guess I can say one good thing about having mice: it's made me do the little cleaning projects one tends to neglect!


Hmm, this photo, from Adina Hoffman, almost makes a mouse look cute...

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Fall in Brookside Gardens

I was going to see "Curse of the Wererabbit" at AFI with Leslie and Mike, so we made a day of it at Brookside Gardens. I have to say I was pretty impressed with it. Gorgeous gorgeous day!


Frog in the visitors center...


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The light was amazing...


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And the sky was so blue...


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The pond was serene, even with the loads of visitors...


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Leslie was obsessed with the cushy looking mums...


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Which she insisted could be like a stool...


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The colors were also amazing...


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This is a memorial area to the victims of the sniper attacks...


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I couldn't get enough of this ginko tree...


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We called this Mum Madness... 


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The roses were in bloom and so fragrant...


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There was a crysanthemum show in the conservatory...look, a mum umbrella!


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I'm a sucker for succulents...


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The last bit of color in the parking lot...such a wonderful day!


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Fall in Brookside Gardens

I was going to see "Curse of the Wererabbit" at AFI with Leslie and Mike, so we made a day of it at Brookside Gardens. I have to say I was pretty impressed with it. Gorgeous gorgeous day!


Frog in the visitors center...


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The light was amazing...


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And the sky was so blue...


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The pond was serene, even with the loads of visitors...


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Leslie was obsessed with the cushy looking mums...


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Which she insisted could be like a stool...


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The colors were also amazing...


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P1010031 


This is a memorial area to the victims of the sniper attacks...


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I couldn't get enough of this ginko tree...


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We called this Mum Madness... 


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The roses were in bloom and so fragrant...


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P1010050 


P1010051 


There was a crysanthemum show in the conservatory...look, a mum umbrella!


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I'm a sucker for succulents...


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The last bit of color in the parking lot...such a wonderful day!


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Mouse Troop Surge. Casualty One.

Okay, the good news: I caught a mouse! I fortified my defenses with bread. (Or, to be specific, Pepperidge Farm Whole Wheat Hamburger Buns.) The peanut butter was not a popular meal choice, apparently, but it did help me to secure the bread. When I got home today, one of the old fashioned snap traps had a mouse in its jaws. (I'll spare you the picture I took...)


The bad news comes next. It was not alone. As I was picking up the mouse corpse, I saw a little mouse head peek out from one of the burners on my stove. Quickly, but there was no mistaking what it was. Drats! I felt like it was laughing at me. I wanted to put up the other mouse on a skewer as if to say "Look what can happen to you..."

Mouse Troop Surge. Casualty One.

Okay, the good news: I caught a mouse! I fortified my defenses with bread. (Or, to be specific, Pepperidge Farm Whole Wheat Hamburger Buns.) The peanut butter was not a popular meal choice, apparently, but it did help me to secure the bread. When I got home today, one of the old fashioned snap traps had a mouse in its jaws. (I'll spare you the picture I took...)


The bad news comes next. It was not alone. As I was picking up the mouse corpse, I saw a little mouse head peek out from one of the burners on my stove. Quickly, but there was no mistaking what it was. Drats! I felt like it was laughing at me. I wanted to put up the other mouse on a skewer as if to say "Look what can happen to you..."