Creative exercise:

If you're a bit twisted when it comes to your political view point and your sense of humor, read the following lyrics with the moth being politicans, the flame being lobbyists, and heat being greed. I'm positive this is not how Aimee Mann intended it, but damn if I don't love it this way.

"The moth don't care when he sees the flame
he might get burned, but he's in the game.
and once he's in he can't go back, and
beat his wings till he burns them black.

No the moth don't care when he sees the flame.
No the moth don't care when he sees the flame.

The moth don't care if the flame is real
'coz flame and moth got a sweetheart deal,
and nothing fuels a good flrtation
like need and anger and desperation.

Now the moth don't care if the flame is real.
Now the moth don't care if the flame is real.

So come on, let's go.  Ready or not.
'Coz there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot, away.

The moth don't care if the flame burns low
coz moth believes in an afterglow
and flames are never doused completely,
all you really need is the love of heat.

Now the moth don't care if the flame burns low.
Now the moth don't care if the flame burns low.

So come on, let's go.  Ready or not.
'Coz there's a flame I know, hotter than hot
and with a fuse that's so thoroughly shot, away"

I've been blogging a bunch, just not here. If you go to the Project on Government Oversight's blog you can read several bits by me, I even got picked up by someone whose list I subscribe too. When I found out I wanted to jump around the apartment, but I thought I would attempt to have slightly more decorum than that, so I had this jerky skip going on and I bumped into the counter. Still happy, though. I'd link my lovely blog entries, but I'm not sure if I want this on their radar and I REALLY don't want this to count as a track back, that's lame.

Obviously, all of this lameness is relative. I'm the girl who gets excited when a Rumsfeld article in the Post prompts new FOIA (Freedom of Information Act) requests.

Sometimes I really love Itunes and how it randomly lands on "That's the Way Love Goes." I love me some Janet.

Still figuring out my social scene here, though I went to an excellent party last Saturday with lots of journalists. I got a little tipsy, only to be cornered by one of my coworkers about making the most of my time here and how I need to know what I want to do. I know the big picture involves writing, but I don't know much more than that. Isn't it enough that I know I want to go to grad school, even if I don't know what kind yet? Shut up. It was a lovely party, though, I loved talking to so many interesting people and getting to know people better. I might go to an intern shindig, but I would probably have to run into people and not actually go with anyone, which is too awkward and I'm not confident enough for all of that.

Anyway, cliff notes: I love my internship.

It's good to know that there are some things you can always count on, like your cable company selling your phone number that you've only had for about 48 hours. The world can also count on me telling the Washington Times I don't care how cheap it is, I don't want a subscription, thanks.

The latest intern is a guy from Brown. Apparently, the world also depends on me keeping Brown boys in close proximity, no matter where I am.

Weekend alone, almost everyone I know is out of the city, so I've been watching a lot of movies. The definite highlight was FINALLY finding a coffee place suitable for being my regular haunt, which is appropriately named My Bakery and Cafe. It's beautiful and there aren't too many people there and the people are friendly. I felt pitiful going to Starbucks to hang out and write as frequently as I have been, I like to support the independent places as much as possible, especially for hang outs. I still miss Javanet because I'm pitiful like that.

I have mixed feelings about the Barnes & Noble in Georgetown--no Brown Journal of World Affairs but they did have a copy of Kafka short stories in German (which I promptly bought, I need to at least attempt to keep up some of my faint language skills).

I also learned that I cannot cook salmon on a gas stove. I don't know yet whether I can cook on a stove OR cook salmon on a different stove, it will remain one of life's little mysteries for a while.

I still LOVE LOVE LOVE pogo. They keep on giving me interesting things to do--except for building office chairs, which I am no good at all. If I've learned anything this week, it's that my domestic skills are significantly lacking. Trevor will either have to be good at these things or we'll have to hire help. I've already told him that if I ever become a mother, I will have help. I seriously doubt I will ever be a stay at home mother; I hit all new lows when I'm at home too much and I don't think I am the "motherhood is so fulfilling" type. I am much more the type to do what I have been the past couple of weeks--compiling Katrina contracting mistakes, figuring out how much money oil companies are cheating the government out of, and potentially figuring out a way to brief each new Congressional staffer about whistle-blowing laws.

I just need to figure out if one can have a fun D.C. nightlife without being 21. So far the answer is no. So lots of writing instead, hopefully something will be good.

Love my internship--good people, interesting work (once I did a day or so of filing) AND two Smithies work there. I'm in the middle of reading government reports about Katrina to compile the big ten of contracting mistakes. The GAO should plaigarize more from other reports, if only for some more variety. Or they could just add another page of citations.

I've decided that reading too much of the Washington Post blows. There's something about the tone of it that really puts me off, I think it's too elitist and arrogant, even for me. Specifically, I was pissed off after reading an article about Hillary in 2008 (tangent anger - I hate when opposition to a Hillary run is construed as opposition to a woman running--Hillary is not Whitney Houston, she is not every woman, it's not all in her and anything you want done, baby, she'll get back to you). Two lines that especially pissed me off:

Some folks in America still aren't sure a woman should be president, or even express political opinions when men are present. There are places in this country that are still adjusting to women's suffrage...

Ok, sure, there are places, but it's not the real issue here, especially the whole women expressing political opinions when men are present and the suffrage bit. Mostly it's the tone that pisses me off, that if your'e not in D.C. you're so provinicial. Plus all of this crap in this article in the tone brings back the same old boys' line, "It's not that I'M opposed to women in politics, it's the other guys, and they just won't listen to reason," the boys say. "Some of my best friends are women!"

I like that Michael J. Fox said his least favorite word is "bitch" on The Actors Studio. But then again, he's from Canada, which is obviously even worse than Ohio or Michigan. I'm sure he's real offended when women talk about power and lobbying.