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Monday night, I drove to darkest Maryland to see the Old Blind Dogs perform. They're one of my favorite Celtic bands, largely because of the awesomeness of their fiddler, Jonny Hardie. Except that Jonny had visa problems and was not on tour with them. Aaron Jones commented that, since that meant none of the original players were performing, they were the New Blind Dogs. They actually did surprisingly well as a trio, largely because of Ali Hutton on pipes. (He also plays whistles, but pipes are more impressive.)

I also have proof that zombies exist! There were at least two people in the audience who were sitting completely still throughout the concert. Anybody who could sit through the Old Blind Dogs without tapping fingers or toes or clapping or nodding their head or some sort of movement cannot possibly be breathing. So, as I said, zombies.

On Tuesday night, I went to an MIT Club of Washington event at the Embassy of Ghana. Ambassador Daniel O. Agyekum gave a somewhat rambling, but entertaining, talk on the history of Ghana, the possible impact of oil discoveries there, the need for economic partnerships and investment in Africa, etc. There was also a brief talk by an MIT professor on Pure Home Water, an NGO which is producing and distributing water filters in northern Ghana. The talks were, of course, followed by dinner. I was pleased that they served a wide range of Ghanaian food - jollof rice, some sort of spicy beef skewers, goat curry, seafood skewers and plantains, plus salad and fruit for dessert. Since the ambassador had talked about how good pineapple from Ghana is (which I can attest to, since we had it for dessert every night when I was there in 2006), it was a bit disappointing that there wasn't any pineapple. The strawberries were quite good, however. All in all, it was a nice event.

By the way, I continue to recommend Ghana to people who ask for a first destination in West Africa, as the infrastructure is good and the people are friendly. And it is, of course, English speaking.
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Monday evening, I went to the Australian Embassy (hence, the Oz in the entry title) for a program on "Contemporary Perspectives on Fiber and the Hyperbolic Crochet Coral Reef." There were four speakers - three museum curators and an artist - who discussed textile art, the DIY movement (especially things like yarn bombing), and the reef. Mostly there were pretty pictures, though there was some discussion of using fiber art to increase environmental awareness and everyone gave at least lip service to the intersections between art and science. The most interesting speaker was Matilda McQuaid from the Cooper-Hewitt Museum who talked about similarity of technique between fiber used for art and fiber used in industrial applications.

Afterwards, there was a reception - cheese and crackers and fruit and little sandwiches and heart-shaped cookies, plus Australian wines. I talked with some other people who had worked on the reef, mostly about how much fun it was. I had a more serious conversation with a group of other women about the denigration of artwork by women ad how craft gets characterized as less important than non-functional art. All in all, it was a pretty interesting evening.

By the way, for those of you who haven't seen it, the reef is at the Museum of Natural History on the Mall until 24 April. The museum is free so you really have no excuse for missing it if you're in Washington.

I also wanted to mention this article about the impact of last names on people's behavior. I sent the article to Robert, who hates waiting in lines and told him perhaps he is just one of those poor, impatient Z folks. He was dismissive of the whole thing and claimed he could not remember any impact of his last name on anything in school, except possibly sitting in the back of the room. When I thought about it, the only time I remember choosing anything based on alphabetical order had to do with choosing gym classes in high school. Some classes would fill up and I suppose that one could be traumatized by having to take folk dance instead of tennis. (Actually, I recall being equally traumatized by all gym classes except for folk dance. I also remember folk dance including the hustle and the bus stop, but I don't want to think about what that says about my high school and/or the 1970's.) Anyway they alternated which end of the alphabet they started with, so it was us folks with nice sensible names in the middle of the alphabet who got scarred for life.

What was your experience of alphabetical order when you grew up?
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First, to follow-up on a news story I'd mentioned a couple of weeks ago, the American man who had been effectively exiled for 2 months via the No Fly List was allowed to come home. I'm not sure whether to be more disturbed by the story or by some of the comments about it I've seen on various news sites.

While I am on the Middle East related subjects, I went to an MIT Club of Washington event at the Embassy of the United Arab Emirates last night. I was a little surprised by the food. For one thing, they did serve wine and beer. But the big surprise was that the appetizers included crab cakes and sushi. The ambassador gave a brief speech before turning things over to people involved with the Masdar Initiative. I noticed that the ambassador did peek at his blackberry during the other two speeches. The gist of the presentations was that the UAE wants to be a leader in energy, not just oil.

The announcement had claimed that the presentations would be followed by "dinner featuring ethnic food." There was pita and some dips (very good pine nut hummus) but most of the food was fairly generic Mediterranean fare. There was beef tenderloin, chicken with sage, and Mediterranean sea bass, along with potato croquettes and grilled vegetables (zucchini and peppers). It was good, but not exactly exotic. I suppose the mango ice cream for dessert might have qualified as mildly exotic. Still, it is always interesting seeing different embassies and one gets to have a lot of conversation with intelligent people at these events.

Finally, I took advantage of having a medical appointment to stop at the Foggy Bottom farmer's market to pick up mushroom empanadas and cardamom gelato for supper. They have a lot more prepared food than the Crystal City market does, but fewer produce vendors. I did get some blackberries to have for breakfast tomorrow, but there wasn't anybody selling salad greens, for example.

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