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Sailing to Byzantium

saintgaudensThe National Gallery of Art stepped up to help me figure out what to do with my first free Thursday afternoon in a long time. A pair of scheduled gallery talks seemed a perfect way to decompress.

A young woman from the museum led a gallery tour of Augustus Saint Gaudens’ Shaw Memorial. I’d already seen the sculpture (pictured above) at the National Gallery during the holidays, but I figured this was a chance to get a better understanding of the exhibit. The bronzed plaster at the National Gallery has a sister version of bronze on Boston Common. National Gallery’s Tell it With Pride: The 54th Massachusetts Regiment and Augustus Saint-Gaudens’ Shaw Memorial features the magnificent bronzed plaster and an extensive collection of photos and documents detailing how the black Union regiment was formed and deployed during the Civil War.

I’ve been fascinated by this sculpture since reading Robert Graves’ For the Union Dead decades ago in undergraduate school. The stark, apocalyptic images Graves paints of Boston, including the image of “Colonel Shaw/ and his bell-cheeked Negro infantry” in a monument that “sticks like a fishbone in the city’s throat” was burned in my mind. It’s one of the first poems that truly moved me.

From the gallery tour I drifted over to the West Building Lecture Hall to listen to UCLA professor Sharon E.J. Gerstel’s talk, Witnessing Byzantium: The Greek Perspective. She packed the place, and although the lecture was a tad dry, the subject was fascinating. She focused on two artifacts that followed the theme of an exhibit at the Gallery titled Heaven and Earth: Art of Byzantium from Greek Collections. One was a religious themed weaving; the other a bracelet designed to secure the sleeves of a dress. Gerstel spent considerable time in Thessalonike, a Greek city that was part of the Byzantine empire, and she gave the history of each artifact: How it survived the ages, was discovered, and how scholars pieced together its history.

On my way out of the gallery, I dropped by a room packed with Van Goghs to look again at Green Wheat Fields, a recent acquisition that is simply stunning. But what hooked me was Roulin’s Baby, which had a strange similarity to the latest internet meme that day: Devil Baby. You tell me: separated at birth?
Devil BabyRoulin's Baby

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A burrito … and technical ecstacy

Walk of Shame burritoLara and I walked over to Ted’s Bulletin for breakfast the morning after I was laid off, and I couldn’t resist the Walk of Shame burrito.

With extra green chile.

Increíble.

And I spent most of the rest of the day getting my technical house in order. Against my better judgment, I decided to stay with Microsoft Outlook instead of migrating my insanely extensive contacts and email archive (about 5 gigabytes of data) back to Apple Mail and Contacts. It took a little work, but so far, so good. I decided to go for Office 365, a cloud-based approach that charges an annual fee and allows you to load the Office software on multiple computers.

After some back and forth, I managed to set up a new email account, bbenz@opposable-thumbs.com, and get my computers and iPhone all synced up from an email, calendar and contacts perspective. It took a lot more swearing and gnashing of teeth than this paragraph would lead you to believe, but in the end, my technology was settled.

And so was I.

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My walk of shame

My walk of shame was pretty low key. It wasn’t even 8:30 a.m. yet, so there weren’t many folks in the office to see me collect my stuff, grab my coat and shuffle toward the elevators. In my 30 years of working in media, this is the first time I’d been laid off. But as I walked home (yes, I was working in an office that was a 10 minute walk from the Logan Circle row house we’re renting), I starting looking at the situation as an opportunity. My former employer had been fair with my termination package, so I have some time to sort through things and decide what’s next. I also made a vow:

I’m going to make the most of this transition. 

The afternoon was spent securing a new phone and switching my number to it. Conveniently, this could be done at the Verizon store across from Shelley’s Backroom, my favorite D.C. cigar bar/watering hole. While I waited for the Verizon folks to connect with my former company to do their magic, I smoked a Padron 3000 maduro and downed a pint of Guinness. I then collected my phone and went home to meet Lara for dinner at another of our D.C. favorites, Bistro la Bonne on U Street. Great French fare without the hype that is screaming up and down the 14th Street corridor (not that I don’t appreciate Le Diplomate when we manage to secure reservations).

With a belly full of moules frites, we walked over to the Gibson, a speakeasy that can be tough to find if you don’t already know about it. No signage. Dark hipster vibe. Insanely good cocktails. The ascot-clad bartender whipped up a mescal-based concoction that proved the perfect nightcap for the first day of my new life …