this heart beats in DC this summer

Dear friends, these past months have been a long term of silence. But that shit is over. I'm making noise now, and with some far more talented noisemakers than myself forming the majority of the caucophany.

Meridian Hill Park is one of the best things that I've discovered in DC. A drum circle meets every warm Sunday and plays for about four hours in the afternoon. Rumor has it that the leader of the drum circle also played on the Gil Scott-Heron classic The Revolution Will Not Be Televised. That album is topped and more by my new favorite, Michael Franti's CD Stay Human, which puts every other album in my collection to pale shame with its pure artistry and social awareness.

Also v.v. cool, though a little less important: the Folk Life festival had three featured cultures this year: Latino, Iman, and Forest Services. The culture of Forest Services seems best exemplified by, fire jumpers, fry bread, girls choirs, and beer. For instance, if you happen to fire jump into the thick brush of the New Mexico outback holding your lunch of frybread and natty lite, don't be suprised if you scare that little gaggle of girls singing by the sequoia. Instead, be supprised that you've descovered a sequoia in N.M., because they aren't native to the area. Not that I remember.

Also discovered this summer, again: dating is fun! Boys are fun! If you are meeting boys from craigslist then you must make that first meeting at Tryst in Adams Morgan, where bright young interns and your congressmen have been meeting about more than tort reform for a good long while.