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Favorite Daily Photos: There Will Be Foolias

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Last Night I Took These Hilarious Pictures

I love how the flash makes it look like she’s being chased by a police helicopter.

That is all for today – thanks for your patronage and Merry Christmas.

Snow!

Snow! I spent most of yesterday taking and editing photos of it for work, and it was thrilling. I felt like a little girl at play. Two harmless, beautiful inches helped to exorcise some of the trauma from last winter’s blizzards – it was just lovely.

And I think it shook me out of my funk a little. I’m feeling inspired to have this charming, photo-ready winter. My next purchase is definitely going to be a cup holder for my bicycle (how about one of these, y/n?) to hold hot coffee and tea while I ride around looking glamorous in my teal coat. The problem is that it is just a little bit more work to be alive in the winter. I think the solution is to, if nothing else, make it look effortless.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like…

For some people, the miserable weather on Sunday was extra miserable…

…but we stayed nice and cozy…

…and got our decorate on.

My First Hanukkah

Happy Hanukkah!

My girlfriend is Jewish, so with her I get to observe my first official Hanukkah. I knew what a dreidel was, but not how to play. I knew about the oil in the temple, but not about the Maccabees. I’ve had geld, but never after melting it over the menorah a little bit.

So the whole ritual – with all the violent bits and the most purely religious parts they leave out of the story when they do the perfunctory Hanukkah lesson in elementary school – was interesting and lovely. We did candles, sweetly sung Hebrew prayers, presents, candy, dreidel, a littleĀ Maccabeats and, of course, Monday Night Football.

No? Just us? Okay then.

The rest of Hanukkah might overlap some with the process of putting up my metric ton of Christmas decorations. I feel more averse to the work and mess every year, but my girlfriend hasn’t ever done that stuff and is excited about it – a circle, I guess. She can decorate a gingerbread house while I play with the menorah, the perfect holiday evening.

Perfectly Windy Skies & Winter Biking

It’s starting to get cold. Fall has been mild – yesterday morning it was sixty degrees or something – but winter always comes eventually. Certainly the temperatures are dropping, but mostly I notice it in the brittle quality of the light and the relentless wind.

That’s the old post office tower – screw the Washington Monument, it’s the best view in DC, tell ’em Melissa sent you – and lately it’s been looking so ominous under the thin, pale winter sky.

A few weeks ago I was trucking my bike around and had this exchange with a friend –

"What are you going to do when it gets cold?"
"Wear a coat."
"Badass!"

Yes, yes, I’m very impressive. Except not really, because my non-bike option isn’t a car, it’s public transit and my own two feet. Bicycling warms up my core and gets me to my centrally heated destinations faster – nothing grueling or virtuous about it. I expect Farrah will help make this winter much easier than last.

Except, OMIGOD, the wind. I seem to be pushing into a headwind no matter which way I go.

There is one good hill on my commute, down in the morning and up in the afternoon, on the Capitol grounds. I have no concept of how steep or long this hill would seem to serious cyclists, but for me it is intense – when I first started, I figured out my old route through downtown specifically to avoid it. Now, I don’t have to walk, but I do sometimes drag myself up thinking all the way about either walking or dying. I guess some other times it is easy, and before I know it I’m exhilarated at the top, but the wind this past week or two has made those occasions more rare even as (I hope) I’m getting stronger.

From the top, you can see the Washington Monument rising into whatever skies the season brings. It’s a beautiful view every time, as long as I can breathe hard enough to get oxygen to my eyeballs.

I’d like to get the feeling on record, so that in a few months – when I’m coasting up like the terrifying Spandexed waifs on their skinny road bikes – I can look back and laugh.