Well, I think I've finally recovered from the marathon of exhibits and drinking that was Fotoweek DC. While things have faded, I'm still pretty excited to have been a finalist in the amateur category of Fotoweek DC. While I didn't win, I'm glad that my friend Katy Ray did win in the Amateur Portrait category, which was about ten tons of awesome. Other highlights? The Fixation exhibit put on by Ten Miles Square and Pink Line was up there, as was the Contact/s exhibit in Georgetown, and Joshua Cogan's exhibit at the Sixth and I Synagogue. I also scored a great print of one of Michelle Frankfurter's photos at the WPOW silent auction, which is currently sitting at home, waiting to get framed. So, that happened.
Earlier today, I was pretty delighted to see that AV Club had done a piece on the horrors of Malört. While I've never had the (dis)pleasure to try Malört, I was pretty familiar with the reaction most people have to it, and that there was even a group on Flickr devoted to photos of folks reacting to Malört. A friend of a friend had been regularly posting photos of these reactions, with probably my favorites being two photos of my friend Swifty. Nick has posted a bunch of other classic reaction shots: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Check the photos out! As to the wisdom of actually tracking down and trying Malört, well, you can make up your mind about that after you've flipped through the Flickr group.
Music to kickoff the weekend: MOAM? playing Inside The Atom in Portland.
So glad I was actually in DC to experience the election with a crowd of friends as it was happening rather than just going nuts at home. Looks like I should have stuck around longer and gone up to U Street though!
I'm about to go wait in a really, really long line.
Update: It took one hour and 15 minutes for me to make it through the H-M line at Marshall High School. S-Z was the only other section with a line, but it was about a 1/4 the length of my line. They finally split H-M into two lines by the time I got to the front of the line, but it turned out that almost everyone in line had a last name that ended in K, L or M.