pause to appreciate the irony of pc's name

Also:

Left: Ali Lohan, Lindsay's little sister

Right: Kelli Tomashoff, from NYC Prep

Just saying. I can't be the only person that sees it.

let them eat cake

Dark Chocolate Molten Lava Cakes

Ingredients:

• 5 - 6 ounces dark chocolate
• 6 tablespoons butter
• 1/2 cup sugar
• 2 eggs
• 1/2 cup flour
• Optional: Whipped or ice cream

Preparation:

Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Lightly grease four 4-ounce custard cups. In double boiler, melt chocolate and butter. Stir in sugar. In a small bowl, lighly beat eggs. Add some chocolate mixture to eggs to temper eggs. Carefully, stir egg mixture into chocolate mixture. Add flour and combine completely. Add batter to custard cups. Place on baking sheet and bake for 10 minutes. Centers should be soft but sides should be done. Invert cups on individual serving plates. Remove cups after 2 minutes. Serve warm with whipped or ice cream.

And for those of you who don't feel like cooking, in honor of Obama turning 48, DC has lots of free food to celebrate:

Domino's Pizza will be giving away its new chocolate lava crunch cake from 11-9, or while supplies last. All we had to do to get one was sign a birthday card. The cakes are intensely sweet but overall surprisingly decent. The outer cake "shell" is almost entirely powdered sugar, but the crunch provides a nice contrast to the gooey middle. It'd be perfect with ice cream or a tall glass of milk (and maybe more than a few pretzels, since the sugar gets a little overwhelming after a while).

Meanwhile, Z-burger is giving away coupons for 48 free burgers and 48 free milkshakes to their first 48 customers. Additionally, there will be free burgers and birthday cake from 11-2 and a reveiling of the new "Obama burger."

Happy birthday, Mr. President.

trigger happy

Cameras replaced sketching by the last century; convenience trumped engagement, the viewfinder afforded emotional distance and many people no longer felt the same urgency to look. It became possible to imagine that because a reproduction of an image was safely squirreled away in a camera or cell phone, or because it was eternally available on the Web, dawdling before an original was a waste of time, especially with so much ground to cover.

- "At Louvre, Many Stop to Snap but Few Stay Close to Focus" (NYTimes)

My biggest pet peeve: loud tour groups that crowd museums. That, and people who stand on the left on escalators. Don't even get me started.

The great thing about living in DC is that I don't feel the pressure to go through a (free!) Smithsonian in one visit. Realistically, based on my museum-going habits, I know that I will probably never actually make it back for a second visit or spend more than two hours in one museum at a time, but it's a nice thing to tell myself.

Whenever I bring my camera somewhere, though, I'm always torn between wanting to "capture" a moment, that I'll be able to look back on forever, or "experience" a moment, that I'll hopefully be able to remember forever. To me, art is about emotions and photos about feelings; they serve to frame both a moment and a mindset. But so often I find myself becoming guilty of simply being trigger happy, of living life behind the lens rather than in front of it, of collecting frames rather than experiencing moments, and of taking photos whose only purpose is to prove that "I was there."

Even if I wasn't really "there."

sugar and spice and everything nice

For those of you in the DC area: Tangysweet (which tastes exactly like Pinkberry) is now opening up another Red Velvet Cupcakery at their Dupont location, and they're giving out free cupcakes today starting at noon.

For those of you who drink Bud Light: apparently, so does Obama.

And in honor of it being exactly one week (7 days! 168 hours! 10080 minutes!) until my 21st birthday: here are 17 of the worst shots ever created. Scroll down to see my personal favorite from this summer: the Four Horsemen (Jim, Jack, Johnny, and Jose).

an american in paris

Yesterday I went to a free sneak preview showing of Nora Ephron's Julie & Julia, which will be released Aug. 7. Based on the true life stories of Julia Child (Meryl Streep), the beloved cook (and spy?!) who wrote the 734-page book Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and Julie Powell (Amy Adams), the Lower Manhattan Development Corporation employee turned blogger turned writer, the film weaves together Child's memoir My Life in France with the creation and carry-through of the Julie/Julia Project.

It's no secret that the real star of the movie is the food (even The New York Times wrote about it in its article "Film Food, Ready for Its 'Bon Appetit'"), but Streep is pretty flawless herself as the eccentric, larger-than-life, and lovable chef. Both her and Adams, who sports an androgynous haircut in place of her normal red waves, pass the hardest test of playing a real person: believability, although both women do seem to have unnaturally perfect marriages and Adams appears to have an unnaturally fast metabolism given all the butter she claims to use. While the film drags on a bit towards the end, making it seem longer than the 123 minutes it actually is, for the most part the plot is engaging, the writing entertaining, and the comedic timing on point (but what else would you expect from the director of When Harry Met Sally and You've Got Mail?).

The only downside: a strong craving for rich French food immediately following viewing.