Now the only question is whether I can hold out until Saturday to buy one of their very fine new t-shirts. Covet covet covet, especially this one and this one.
Then on Sunday I'm headed to the Anselm Kiefer retrospective at the Hirshhorn. He did my favorite painting in DC (this is a big image, but you still can't quite see the texture of the crumpled sheet metal, cigarette butts, caked paint and other random debris), and he's my second-favorite artist after Gerhard Richter (weird that they would both be German Abstract Expressionists--I didn't do it on purpose, I swear). There is also this fun-looking exhibit by Scottish artist Jim Lambie to see while I'm there. All this is a little heavy, but I'm throwing in brunch at Smithsonian Castle to try and get Ming and Seema to join me. They're usually up for kulcha.
Just keep freakin' swimming... swimming swimming swimm oh God.
Random personal detail, probably TMI: I must have applied more antiperspirant than usual this morning because the skanky, supposedly-unscented-but-actually-nasty-f