EGAD! WHO IS THIS PERSON???
Jun. 27th, 2004 11:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhapAt least, that's what goes through my mind when someone renames their journal. I always panic and run around in circles before I can, you know, look at their icon or read their entry like a normal person. Even after it happened a couple of times and you would think that I would be used to it, but noooo.
So, yeah. Am still
silvernutmeg. Except, not. W00t.
D.C. is such a fun place to be a total tourist because all these great things are free.
First we headed for the Air and Space Museum, like the NOVA watching, model-rocket building dorks that we are. My dad had been there on previous trips, but he somehow failed to notice the model of the U.S.S. Enterprise (no, not that one) which some incredibly obsessive guy spent twelve years building. Not only was that his ship when he was in the Navy, but it was outfitted like the Enterprise of 1975, when he was serving. He geeked out and told me a lot more about life aboard an aircraft carrier than I'd ever heard before. We also crawled through the space capsule, listened to Douglas Adams telling us about GPS, and all that sort of thing.
We wandered through the Smithsonian Folk Festival, where all sorts of exciting things were going on as it was daytime now. There was actually a NOAA booth where they had some information about weather and boating or something, which amused me as they are, of course, my father's employers.
Had lunch in the Old Post Office, which has, among other things, a set of real change-ringing bells (the "Bells of Congress") in the clock tower, and, I have to say, I have a much better picture of what they were doing in The Nine Tailors now. There's also a fantastic view from the top of the clock tower, which is where the bells should be, except that it wasn't designed to actually hold any, which is why the bells are actually down below the clock face. A pyramid on the ceiling above the bells deflects the sound outward.
Our next stop was the National Gallery, where we did not even remotely attempt to see everything, but we went on a very nice, thoughtful tour based on the development of 19th century French painting. After that, we went to the Museum of American History and gawked at trains, and also listened to excerpts of Car Talk. (It was an exhibit on the development of transportation, naturally ...)
Then we drove back out towards Dulles. My dad only got lost twice. :D
I should go to bed. I'm playing "Take Your Daughter To Work Day" tomorrow.
So, yeah. Am still
silvernutmeg. Except, not. W00t.D.C. is such a fun place to be a total tourist because all these great things are free.
First we headed for the Air and Space Museum, like the NOVA watching, model-rocket building dorks that we are. My dad had been there on previous trips, but he somehow failed to notice the model of the U.S.S. Enterprise (no, not that one) which some incredibly obsessive guy spent twelve years building. Not only was that his ship when he was in the Navy, but it was outfitted like the Enterprise of 1975, when he was serving. He geeked out and told me a lot more about life aboard an aircraft carrier than I'd ever heard before. We also crawled through the space capsule, listened to Douglas Adams telling us about GPS, and all that sort of thing.
We wandered through the Smithsonian Folk Festival, where all sorts of exciting things were going on as it was daytime now. There was actually a NOAA booth where they had some information about weather and boating or something, which amused me as they are, of course, my father's employers.
Had lunch in the Old Post Office, which has, among other things, a set of real change-ringing bells (the "Bells of Congress") in the clock tower, and, I have to say, I have a much better picture of what they were doing in The Nine Tailors now. There's also a fantastic view from the top of the clock tower, which is where the bells should be, except that it wasn't designed to actually hold any, which is why the bells are actually down below the clock face. A pyramid on the ceiling above the bells deflects the sound outward.
Our next stop was the National Gallery, where we did not even remotely attempt to see everything, but we went on a very nice, thoughtful tour based on the development of 19th century French painting. After that, we went to the Museum of American History and gawked at trains, and also listened to excerpts of Car Talk. (It was an exhibit on the development of transportation, naturally ...)
Then we drove back out towards Dulles. My dad only got lost twice. :D
I should go to bed. I'm playing "Take Your Daughter To Work Day" tomorrow.
