a brief history of the world

 Most days at the plaza look like this. 

There's a rhythm to the place. A certain flow of things. Several heads skate the ledge, taking turns from one side and then the other. Its a seesaw of 5050's and noseslides. A backside tail slide will be met with a "yerrr" from folks sitting amongst water bottles and beer cans on the perpendicular ledges. kids who don't know any better will hurl themselves down the 3- stair interrupting the flow. This will have some of the older heads mumbling to themselves "fuck this shit, lets go to archives" - but they never make the move, they just wait for an opening and rush towards the ledge. 

Plazasonic - it's the sound of disintegrating tapeheads and blown-out halfcabs. It's about ollies, trashcans, and wind through the trees. To quote Kerouac: I look up at blue sky of perfect lost purity and feel the warp of wood of old America beneath me.
Happy hour here is an open container on the curb.

For a place that's been described as a "failure" and a "barren wasteland" by noted dc lifestyle bloggers, I spend a disproportionate amount of time here. In fact, I think I've taken more photographs of Freedom Plaza than any other place I've been. There's a reason for that. It has everything you'd ever need. Flat ground, marble ledges, a CVS across the street, a McDonald's up the block, Press liquors around the corner...the plaza is quite literally the center of the universe. When there's nothing to do and nowhere to go - you end up at the plaza. When you have places to be and obligations to fulfill - somehow you still end up at the plaza. 

The plaza is going to be featured a lot around here - figured it would be good place to start things off. set the tone for what my intentions for this thing is supposed to be. An archive, journal, documentation of some sort of something. Skateboarding (?) I suppose.
well here goes...

Three things I look forward to in this life: today's heathcliff, lunchtime, and chilling with friends (skateboarding).