Hollywood is stationed at my doorstep filming 'American Gangsters'. Russell Crowe and Denzel Washington are chilling on my block. The coolest part, however, are the props: antique cars, hundreds of extras walking around in 1970's costumes, fruit stands, phone booths, and even fake restaurants. I walk out my doorstep into the twilight zone, and I've made sure to capture the views.
Here you get just a glimpse of the past couple of weeks' madness on my block. The church behind the antique taxi and bus is the very one where Venezuela's
Hugo Chavez came last week. Meanwhile, I was up three blocks receiving peoples' reactions at the congressional office where I now work. I won't go into too many details on my internship, but I will say that the Congressman and the rest of his staff are a delight to work with. I have gained unique insight into the U.S. political process, particularly as it plays out on the district level.
My suspicions have been verified: I'm destined to write. That's one of the main things I do at the office, and being in the center of it all invigorates me. I could see myself globetrotting sometime real soon, chasing the biggest political events around the world, taking photos, documenting the human condition and the many disruptions of the quotidian which shape it.
Lately, I'm too busy to even update this blog. When I have spare time like tonight, it's after twelve hours of work, and my mind is nothing but a dilapidated mass of twitching nerves...yawn...
