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Videoblogging Week – Day 6: The Streets Have Eyes

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U Street, Washington DC. Someone is always watching… even those people who we try not to see…

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Videoblogging Day 5: ???

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I thought you might appreciate a little perspective on this whole Videoblogging Week phenomenon.

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(My server died and I had to repost some things, so forgive me if this is a repeat)


Videoblogging Week: Day 4 – True Danger

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The only danger is us.

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Videoblogging Week: Day 3 – Love Dangerously

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Long before I learned to make movies with a camera, I made them in my head. Sometimes I think those are the best kind…

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Videoblogging Week: Day 2 – Part Two of Cooking Dangerously

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Here is the sequel to yesterday’s informative presentation on how best to burn up your girlfriend’s kitchen.
goes on and on….

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Videoblogging Week: Day 1 – Cooking Dangerously

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So it’s that time again, , 1 per day for 7 days.

Today, Jared teaches us how to make fried chicken! Should be an interesting week… Viva La Videoblog!

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Macbook Pro

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Don’t get excited … it’s not mine. But my brother Paul did get a new toy. Yay!

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The Temporary Misanthrope


The boy with the white-rimmed Geordi LaForge sunglasses was scaring me. He was wearing Indian moccasins, but not the fashionable kind — the oversized bedroom slipper kind, with blue scrubs for pants. He ambled, teetering dangerously on the edge of his own feet, with a slack jawed expression of vapid thoughtlessness. And the woman whom I took to be his mother had a vacant smile plastered across her face. Either that or her mouth was merely open as she squinted, her back to the sun, breathing laboriously behind broad Blu-Blockers of her own. I interpreted it as a smile, and so contorted my own face into one of abstract pleasantness. A non-comittally friendly exterior without an invite for further investigation or conversation. As soon as they passed, thankfully without asking for directions or even really acknowledging my presence, I allowed my visage to drop back into its form du-jour, sleep-deprived, expressionless and listless.

Back on my merry way I tromp, the path ahead clear of unwelcome passersby. Another day in the life of….

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