I’m back from Washington DC, Philadelphia, and Denver. The Book Expo was definitely the highlight. Meeting Meg Cabot for like two seconds was the best. She is so gracious, witty, talented… the list goes on.
I made a visit to the Martin Luther King, Jr. Downtown DC Library. It was a bit depressing that our nation’s capitol wouldn’t be devoting more attention to library resources, collection and supporting staff. The small “Enhanced Business Information Center” in a partnership with the Small Business Administration was pretty snazzy but mostly empty. The time-management system, which I think is Pharos, seemed to work though. Hmmmm, nuff said.

The strangest part of my visit to DC was the National Museum of American History, which is due to close in September for two years. I really wanted to pay a visit to it before it closed for renovations. I even took a tour to get the skinny on what will change. The docent was very careful how he pointed out that DC is a very political town. When he mentioned the relocation of the American Presidency exhibit labeled “The Glorious Burden” (gimme an effin’ break), he noted that it would be moving and consolidated with another very crucial display of American history at the museum, the First Ladies, more specifically, their innaugural gowns. He intimated that the presidency exhibits would likely be moved to a more central location, like in the front center just when you walk in. When I asked about Congress and the Supreme Court, he smiled politely and said “let’s move on to the next highlight of the museum.How many of you have ever seen the original Star Spangled Banner.” It’s all about the symbols. As legendary Buzz McCoy, sage of My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult, said in Sex on Wheelz
History is written by winners, baby
So let’s make a little of our own tonight.
I also ventured upon a little protest against immigration legislation on the mall.
I also visited the International Spy Museum. Touting itself as a museum devoted to espionage history and tradecraft, it starts off with a unintriguing attempt to get you to pick a cover and a legend for yourself (with absolutely no payoff in the end) and winds you through a series of interactive displays on everything from lockpicking to how to conceal 15 people in a Trabi. The displays became more and more lackluster as I meandered through rooms devoted to spies in World War II, the Revolutionary War, and even more recent spies like Aldrich Ames or Robert Hanssen. Too bad they watered down the majority of the exhibits, ommitting the more salacious aspects of the history of spying. It’s understandable considering they are shooting for the broadest level of appeal as opposed to historical accuracy or relevancy.