Sunday, October 5, 2008

Day 6, October 3: Goodbye No VA (until next Monday)


Recurring songs on XM: "Wouldn't it Be Good" by Nik Kershaw, "Kite" by Nick Heyward, "Is it Like Today" by World Party (I like the line: "Blood just looks the same/When you open/the vein")

I'm required to do 6 days of visits in Northern Virginia: one working week, separated by another working week in Michigan, and then one more day in No VA, followed by four days in Connecticut. Travel often doesn't make much logistical sense, I've found, at least not here.

Friday did not get off to a good start (is this deja vu?): I got to school #1 with 15 minutes to spare, but lost my lead time and another 15 minutes in the snarl of drop-off traffic. I was escorted to the computer graphics room by a rah-rah cheerleader type and one of her entourage. I guess they were office aides? Anyway, the cheerleader asked me if I was going to present to the graphics class then said, "there are some pretty interesting people in that class". "Oh really? How so?" "You'll see," she and her crony giggled. I figure they meant the Goth-y girls huddled over their computer monitors. High school seems the same as it ever was.

School #2 is Jared Leto's alma mater. I love "My So-Called Life" so it was significant for me to be visiting the school where he got first-hand practice in being the elusive and ubiquitous Jordan Catalano! (Yeah, I know: pretty dorky, but such is the pop-culture knowledge of someone who grew up in the 80s/90s. More kids today would know him as the frontman of "30 Seconds to Mars", but I prefer his So-Called Band, "Frozen Embryos" for its plain absurdity. The building was beautiful, parking was easy, the students were a lot more informed and interested; in other words, the opposite of School#1.

So, then I drove to (Reagan) National Airport to drop off my rental, took the Metro to Union Station, took the MARC train to Penn Station in Baltimore and cabbed home from Penn. Then after pausing a few seconds to rest, I headed back to MICA on the Light Rail to meet Arthur for dinner and a night of voter registration. Suffice it to say that I was ready to keel over by the time I finally got back home. The whole day felt like I was going in circles, and maybe velocity is zero when you end where you begin, but I actually got a lot done.

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