comments encouraged..: 2018

this week i

published our estimates of health insurance coverage that beneficiaries hold beyond traditional medicare.

celebrated thanksgiving near west end, dad remembers enjoying himself, then long weekend with doggaroni. matthew broke for bourbon, franklin institute vikings. ben and laura met me for an ipa, too milky. spanish translation for that would be lecherous were there justice in the universe. next time to the cheesesteakerie that shares speaker nancy's maiden name. new goal: enthusiastic and ongoing consent, i forget the context.

an inchworm

what's an inchworm

i don't know

is it a bug

yeah

is it an inch long

the adults are

all of them?
no
are they normally distributed around an inch?

worked in foggy bottom library. kristina ordered soup, sweet potato fries. waitress brought my hamburger and at the same time said no soup (for you). after hours biked toward lafayette square to g street closed off back up to h street then in front of 1330. we went underground for a union station beer, surprised karyn, drank at a table for four, moved up the metro to listen to mitra kotte.

am just here so i don't get fined.

12/6

this week i

published our normally in the spring enrollment update of the private medicare market.

wish journalists prioritized headlines based on impact rather than freshness. new findings on the health effect of secondhand smoke on household pets should never be above the fold until climate change solved.

met outside the french embassy, both of us inundated by work. we filled up on small plates, regional champagne, the average age of women who hit on one of us not too far from our own, still got it. more rabble allowed in, we rode east to west end, decrypted the coen brothers' latest row of allegories. i thought buster scruggs to be grendel, then achilles, then one of the trickster gods. next morning we drank coffee in georgetown a few times, near students regretting potomac polar plunges. swedish embassy open to the public gallery displayed photos of new york, we ate swiss and french somethings with suzanne, sampled a sour seconds before airport. break the fourth wall to say it, nice to spend a few days with you.

11/29

this week i

helped out with the programming for the new england journal of medicine.

saw bela fleck, zakir hussain, edgar meyer at annenberg. first in line when the light turns green, beware pittsburgh left. artifact on the drive home.

watched chef roll russet potato gnocchi, pretend we helped. cynthia took notes, we shared three fourths of a bottle of wine per capita. watched the kitchen staff wipe our pillow pasta in the trash at closing. next day listened to financiers refer to the uninsured as self-pay. "so does the meps"

11/22

this week i

climbed the subway stairs north of the circle. erin pulled the bikes out, we negotiated traffic toward the green rectangles on the map of the city. east building has everything. gary already browsing in the mezzanine, nothing blue from picasso nor the big rooster, better music at the stereo equipment showcase earlier that week. but the east building has everything. after hours crowd too noisy, lines too long, refuge at the bar. otherwise the east building has everything. "excuse me ma'am, what is neonata" "let me check. like a baby fish." "like anchovies?" "no not like that." and we shared a plate of truffle fries.

parked at david's and plumbed the numbers for something special. he poured over a pot of coffee, only a thimble himself, slathered butter on a baguette, mapped a stan. the taco waitress recommended tongue, it was alright. always between one bird and seven dozen birds in that tree. end of the workweek, i stood in the alleyway rain where i'd looked at carriage houses for sale years ago. erin introduced ourselves to the hostess, any allergies? no for me, no for both of us. the bartender walked away, erin whispered, "i really don't like mayonnaise." we drained the glass after each performance, everyone likes a beet infused manhattan. over allotted time, the staff smiled, asked us to leave. at the embassy with the african elephant out front, we stood in the buffet line, chatted up the artist of an aslan sunrise. closed down with a damn peppermint ice cream cone.

11/15

this week i

surprised my father with an evening of storytelling. rested the next day, but made it through the encore.

caught the bus to manhattan. howard's been practicing years now, you could wake me up from deep sleep, convince me we met just yesterday. we shared small plates and soju in a skyscraper, caught the liquor store with its metal gate halfway down. teresa lost her toehold in the fireplace room so we sipped baby bourbon whiskey with a view from the eleventh floor until three. the mid-day ferrymen to queens ushered us aboard, sold us chips with chile lime and vinegar. hipsters cleared the artist collective's parking lot to circle their welded wheeled swingsets, we bought three dollar beers at one two breweries sandwiched around something soft and french for lunch. back on the island we opened the restaurant door and smelled the dough of our three pizzas, food on the mainland does not taste as good. we squeezed in a bar, listened to haunted jazz on the first of two halloween saturday nights when the 31st falls on a wednesday. morning again, bacon egg cheese and we watched a new york scuffle over the quality of a new york bagel between a new york demanding customer and new york nonplussed cashier. we drank nestle-owned lattes by the skating rink, frowned about the hegemony of wework, got ourselves lost in the new york public library, reminisced about a world where you just sit and think.

met gary for the artistic applications of artificial intelligence in the national portrait gallery atrium, sometimes captivating. a few days later marcie met me at the same place to see a the day of the dead skeletal altar, the pavilion crowd more interested in talking among themselves. we caught the chinatown night market's sour beer stand, biked across town to watch flour tortillas grow on the skillet, listened for the owl in the alleyway.

11/8

this week i

published the latest drug and private medicare plan statistics for the upcoming year.

spotted rupak down the station corridor. traveling but not to pune for work, nih paid for our dinner, and unsettling good fortune on the atlas arts center sidewalk covered our drinks, dessert. always been a professor in my eyes, now columbia university agrees.

put our names on the waitlist at six, drank in the evening breeze until the phone buzzed at seven thirty. john ordered dry cider, we volleyed ideas through seven courses of northern thai served by mennonite hipsters. our supplies limited to his elastic lights and carpentry goggles. surprisingly no facepaint at halloween season cvs, so bought two rolls of store-brand aluminum foil then rented bikes to glide downhill toward the white house. docked across from the eisenhower building and started wrapping one another into silver mummies on the 17th and pennsylvania sidewalk, plainly stating to passersby, "we're daft punk." on the steps of the corcoran gallery, the ticket-takers laughed with us. "budget daft punk." john's idea. "student, alumni, or faculty?" "alumni" and i showed her the expired i.d. from my one week of phd enrollment, crashed in. a confined noisy party, the display galleries cordoned off, the alcohol choices white wine or to split a corona, we stood for a few photos then shed our skins next to the recycling bin, and walked out, and north. cold rain started near the connecticut lion bridge at the lower left entrance of rock creek park, not enough to pierce east coast broadleaves. we clicked on our camping headlamps, walked toward the light. john spoke about building trades and belize, i was happy to listen. crossed the maryland boundary stone around two, and we said "see you later, don't know when" for the first time since darjeeling.

11/1

this week i

parked near the harbor, kristina walked me across the glass bridge between buildings. i checked a few numbers, she conversed politely with the federal government. two burgers, two milkshakes, to the soundstage. they are more fun than i remember, is there anything better than a piano?

sped on 95. excited dog peed on concrete, whacked tail on the iron gate, bled on my forearm, nice to see you too. worked opposites thursday.

woke up early to jog along the schuylkill (dutch, hidden creek), matthew uncharacteristically awake, suited by sunrise. he lectured union leaguers on health benefits structures, we met after for kenyan coffee, hot salt japanese noodles, biked back to fairmount. i checked more numbers, part of the life, drank indian pale ales up to my line, scooped gummy bears into my frozen yogurt before falling asleep with the october windows open. he cooked brunch before crisp morning hike along wissahickon (lenape, catfish creek) and i revolved back inside the beltway by saturday sunset.

kept this up for ten years.

10/25

this week i

published on the proposed rule changes for green card applicants and their families.

met my old friend john for the first time since darjeeling, remodeling a family home. we walked across north capitol with an o to h street for trendy ramen, another night biked strobe lamp blind across the potomac past reagan airport for last calls of both naan and blue line trains back to u street. searches included: nogs other than egg, mongers other than fish iron whore. answers: cheese, fear, hog nog (bacon). we agreed that "jay-walking is illegal" would make a good t-shirt, also that ordering a pumpkin spice latte and finding a slice of pumpkin pie in your cup would be surprising.

typed out "slart" confusing slide and chart, jfyi.

met archana on the northeast corner of federal hill, i confused seagulls for fleet week bombers and we counted taco-themed paraphernalia.