blog 2 from dc. or maybe it's blog 3. or blog 2. let's talk about restraint.

suppose, for example, you're out at a bar and you're about to order a drink but you remember that you have to drive home so you opt to not have a drink. that's exercising restraint. or suppose you're on a plane and you're sitting next to a crying baby and you opt not to pick up the baby and silence it by putting it in the overhead luggage bin. that, too, is exercising restraint.

here's an example of how i exercised restraint this morning. last night i ended up dj'ing at 9;30 club until around 4:30 a.m (the power had gone out for an hour in the middle of the dj set, so everyone waited. and waited. and waited. and finally the power was turned back on and the party started up again until 5 a.m, or so). i got back to the hotel around 5 a.m and got to sleep around 6 a.m. and here's where me exercising restraint enters the picture. at EIGHT O'CLOCK IN THE FUCKING A.M the lady from housekeeping knocked on my door, said 'housekeeping', and then unlocked my door and came into my room. i politely asked her to leave and i didn't throw a lamp at her head, thus exercising restraint. see, i had the 'do not disturb' sign hung prominently on my door. what, i ask you, is the point of hotels buying/using/distributing 'do not disturb' signs if the brain donors at the hotel disregard them(especially at EIGHT O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING)?

so, i didn't kill the nice lady from housekeeping. i didn't even wound or maim her. thus i practiced restraint. i could even imagine going in front of a judge after killing a lady from housekeeping who disregarded a 'do not disturb' sign at 8 a.m and came into my room.

judge: 'you killed a hotel maid?'

me: 'yes, your honor.'

judge: 'why?'

me: 'she came into my room at 8 a.m after i'd been up until 6 a.m. i had also hung the 'do not disturb' sign on the door.'

judge: 'oh, i see. that's understandable, i guess. well, try not to do it again, ok?'

in other non-hotel related d.c news, i just walked around dupont circle where the anti-bush protesters had set up a 20 foot tall inflatable gw bush doll with a big pinnocchio/penis nose. the protesters also bought about 100 shoes, so everyone walking by was taking shoes and throwing them at inflatable 20 foot tall dick-nosed gw bush. if you're in dc i highly recommend stopping by and throwing some shoes at dick-nosed 20 foot tall gw bush, it's very therapeutic. the shoes bounce real nice after they hit inflatable dick nosed president for 21 more hours.

now i'm getting ready to head over to the moveon/shep fairey/santogold/de la soul/me party. i'm looking forward to seeing de la soul perform, as the last time i saw them perform was in 1990. that was 19 years ago. i'm old.

i've also never seen santogold perform. or maybe i have. i've seen her out and about in nyc for years, but i don't know if i've ever seen her perform (liquor and early mornings have created some fairly hazy memories. i'd say 'liqour and late nights', but '6 a.m' isn't technically a late night, especially if it's in june and the sun is up. so, 'liquor and early mornings').

oh, and yesterday the iconic shep fairey image was hung in the national gallery in dc. congratulations, shep. i love that the punk rock kid who started 'andre the giant has a posse' has now created the signature iconic image of our president which now hangs in the national gallery. we have the first punk rock president and the first punk rock portrait of the president. it's kind of disconcerting how sort-of right everything seems all of a sudden. oh, what else, um, dc is festive and celebratory. everyone's still wearing their gobs and gobs of obamaparaphernalia. streets are still shut down due to fancy parties with gratuitous celebrities and politicians and lobbyists. and there are un-armed national guardspeople at every corner. and the nationalguardspeople (that looks like a germanically long word) are wearing weird camo/fatigues. how do you wear camo in downtown dc? what would be appropriate inaugural camo? probably an obama t-shirt and an obama pin and an obama hat and obama socks and an obama g-string. they'd blend right in.

ok, time to go dj some more for the young persons.

moby