Ruth Kalnitsky's blog

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Laughing Yoga lesson

Rafting in P-Ville

Being gainfully employed doesn't mean I can't have fun anymore. It just means that I am no longer clever. With that, enjoy the photos of my most recent adventures, beginning with the American River. Yeah, I'm a real pro.

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This Only Happens to Me

The last time I was in DC, I went to a salon and made friends with the owner. He told me that next time I was in town, I should come back and get a haircut.

Fast forward six months... here I am, in DC and had nothing to do one afternoon. So, I went to get a haircut. As it works in most salons, he was cutting wet hair and chatting with me when I happened to mention that I was in town for a couple of interviews. He asked what I was looking for... I told him.

Three seconds later, my hair-covered face had the hair dresser's cell-phone shoved into it. His best friend is an attorney and is looking to hire an associate. I chatted with this guy while getting my hair cut, and scored an interview from inside the salon.

Maybe I should get more hair cuts?

Roaming the District

Fog?

Foggy Bottoms

Tiny (Bolivian) Dancers

On our way to the Native American museum to see some Bolivian dancers, we hit a couple of patches of fog.

Welcome to the Gun Show

My very first day in the District, Robert took us to Virginia to shoot guns. Virginia is deeply frightening to San Franciscan tree hugger types. Shooting guns is equally shocking at first (I kept getting very surprised every time I actually pulled the trigger and breaking into fits of nervous laughter), but once you get used to the sound of native Virginians shooting around you, its actually quite fun.


Our targets, Osama-ified skeletons, took a beating. We didn't suck as badly as I thought we would. I don't think I'll be shooting again in the near future. Thanks for the field trip Robert!

Giving Thanks

   There was food, my personal failed attempt at dessert, cranberry vodka...
    And surprisingly few incidents involving widespread gesticulation causing a Pollock of cranberry sauce on a wall (no     evidence remains- dad repainted this morning.)

Happy Thanksgiving, guys!

Count Whiskey, Esq.

... Thank you very much.

Good Morning, LANDLORD?!

    I woke up to a commotion. Loud Chinese and banging on the wall. Peeking out the window to see what was going on, I saw the best scene a tenant who is angry with their landlord for not getting rid of the wasps in their house could see.

    There's a ladder on the ground and a landlord using the next door neighbor's porch rail as a balance beam. The landlord is wearing an enormous garbage bag. It covers most of his body. I think he thinks that will protect him from wasp stings. You forgot your face and hands, buddy.

    The handyman that is constantly downstairs banging on something is standing behind the landlord, assisting in the balancing act by holding Landlord's waist. Across their shoulders is ... I can't quite describe it ... A gun of some sort, but it resembles a giant version of one of those things you use to squirt icing onto a cake. They are pointing it into the crack where the wasps have been emerging.
   
    Its about time. G'bye wasps. At least, until your babies hatch this summer.
 

Easy-E

Some shots from Eric's visit to San Fran

Sonoma

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Want a Countdown?

    Top 10 reasons today sucked:

10. My clothes didn't match and I didn't notice until I got to work
9.   I had to work
8.   A sleazy old man dribbled his coffee all over my pants on the bus ride downtown
7.  An odiforous bum splooged nice-smelling moisturizer all over my pants on the bus ride home
6.  The store didn't have what I wanted
5.  Charlie made fun of me for buying a substitute that would take 24 hours to cook, rather than 15 minutes
4.  The pizza box said Bruce. That's not funny like Count Whiskey.
3.  I came home to a room full of wasps, crawling, semi-comatose, on my bedroom floor
2   They didn't die when I hit them with a shoe, so I had to put a shoe on my foot to kill them
1.  9 minutes before midnight, I got a personal ad sent to my e-mail.