Fire and Art is Culture!

Last night I gave myself a treat: lost night in DC! I decided that I needed food and art, so I took the metro to Dupont, got turned around and found the Dupont Second Story Books, then walked the opposite way on P Street and had dinner at Bua Thai. Then I took the metro to the New York Ave station and hit Artomatic. Metro; it does a body good. I like Artomatic because it's very... what's the appropriate Latin for "money"-cratic? If you pay the entrance fee and volunteer time, you get to show your art. (The occasionally-radical feminist in my soul compels me to rant about leisure time and privilege, but she went down for a Saturday afternoon nap and never made it back to consciousness.) Sculpture, bondage photographs, traditional 2D oils, less racy photography, fire dancing, it's all there. I'd planned to start at the top and do a quick pass through to get my bearings, and instead spent hours on the 12th floor. High office buildings with art where cubicles will be in a few months are a great venue for watching a cold front rip apart rain clouds as DC rolls away from the sun. Between perusing exhibits, I spent time people-watching photographers who had brought cameras and were in the process of making new art from the people looking at the installed art, and chatted up artists.

I have no camera, and I really miss it, even if my Kodak c875 had several flaws (no optical viewfinder; just small enough to make pocket-carrying seem possible, but it didn't really work; ate high-energy AA's like there was no tomorrow. And then there was the camera door that cracked, and had to be held shut with masking tape). My paycheck is burning and writhing in my pocket, a live coal, a hot potato, a glass of halcyon water in a noisy desert, but I will not be reckless. Much. (Hi, Jason Mraz! At $13 for the pair, I can totally buy both of your CDs. And hi, amazon mp3 downloads. Amazing how fast n*$0.99 = real money.) So if anyone hears about a (digital) camera sale, let me know; if you've got a camera you're trying to get rid of, likewise. Caveat: I'm not messing with film unless you're dumping an SLR - because I'll be able to afford a digital SLR about when the sun swells up, scorches the Earth, and dies - but for a stopgap camera, I'll start at "yes, please" and negotiate from there.