Showing posts with label newspapers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label newspapers. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Ridiculous presidents and bloggy friends

Previously, classes and basketball and prolapsed baby makers...

At stupid o'clock on Friday morning, pretty much everyone else in the group left on a bus for New York. I briefly considered going to New York with them, until I learnt that this bus was the only university approved way of getting there. And said bus cost $150. When you can catch the train each way for $30, I decided on PASS. So instead of having to be on a bus by 5.45am, Agatha Goodkin and I had a nice leisurely start. WIN.

I was to meet Sarah at the Newseum at 12.30, so Agatha Goodkin and I decided to head downtown and grab a bite of lunch first. On my brother's recommendation, I headed to the one place in Washington I thought I'd never go to again: the National Museum of the American Indian. If you've been reading for a couple of years, you'll remember that Kat and I thought very little of it as a museum. But as a lunch destination? It's SPECTACULAR.
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It features indigenous cuisine from the various regions of the Americas. Sadly, it took us longer to get downtown than planned, so I spent our time there shovelling my food into my face as fast as possible and sending apologetic text messages to Sarah telling her that I was going to be much later than planned.

Due to the rush, I neglected to take pictures of anything, so you'll just have to use your imagination. I had a salad from the South American station that was made of quinoa, purple potatoes, broad beans and a pepper vinaigrette, along with cheese filled fry bread from the Great Plains station, and the most amazing passionfruit agua fresca from the Mesoamerican station. It's not cheap - what I had came out at over $20 - but every single thing we had between the two of us was completely delicious. The staff were incredibly helpful if you weren't sure about something or wanted a taste before committing to ordering it. And overall, it made me sad to see how many people looked at all that amazing food and came out with a burger and fries... *SIGH*

Anyway, eventually I left Agatha Goodkin still enjoying her lunch and jogging most of the way back to the Newseum. Sarah met me in the foyer, and we headed in to be giant nerds and take pictures of ALL THE THINGS. Including but not limited to:

- My favourite couple:
This was their reaction when the Queen and Prince Phillip drove up in a fancy car

- Bill Clinton and his cat:

- Ronald Reagan wearing a leprechaun hat:

- LBJ howling along with his dog in the White House:

- And, you know, the view along Pennsylvania Avenue, which is pretty spectacular:


We also made our own digital newspapers, got goosebumps in an exhibition of Pulitzer Prize winning photographs, and got teary in the section discussing journalism and 9/11.

After we'd run out of museum to look at, we walked up 7th Street in search of food. Eventually, we came across Fuddruckers, and when she heard that I'd never had it before, Sarah decided that we definitely had to eat there. And it was kind of amazing. ESPECIALLY the chocolate shakes. Although they were so thick that they nearly gave us brain aneurysms... Eventually, I had to head back to the motel before Lauren arrived, so we headed to the Metro station and took this super flattering photo with the last 2% of Sarah's phone battery:
Chin up, Kirsti. Chin UP. Also, stolen from Sarah's Instagram. 
Basically, hanging out with Sarah was tons of fun to the point where I only got back to the motel about ten minutes before Lauren arrived!

Next up, Lauren and I discover the weirdest salad on earth, see some totally awesome planes, and queue up for cupcakes. Om nom nom nom nom.

K xx

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Pet peeve, volume 2

Way back in October, I had a rant about how I hate people in Pump classes who can't count to four. And today, it's time for another exciting installation of "Things that make Kirsti feel stabby for no apparent reason". Today's addition to the list? People who lean their arms on the back of the seat in front of them on the bus. Don't ask me why it drives me insane, IT JUST DOES. Seriously, people. The bus affords each individual a fairly minute amount of space. So when you then invade my space by stretching your arms out over the back of the seat, it makes me want to scream.

The same goes to people who read a broadsheet newspaper on the bus. I read The Age, I understand the difficulties that go along with the broadsheet concept. But for the love of God, there are more polite ways to read it on the bus than opening the entire thing as wide as you can. Not only are you invading the personal space of the poor sucker sat next to you (and if it's newspaper reading o'clock on the bus, you can guarantee there's someone sitting next to you), but you hit the person in front of you (which frequently seems to be me) in the head with your damned paper!! It's very inconsiderate *glares*



K xx

Friday, November 26, 2010

The best newspaper ever

While in the Northern Territory last week (I'll try and get around to the posts about the trip this weekend!), I found what is now my all-time favourite newspaper. It's got the best headlines I've ever seen. For starters, this is featured in today's paper: http://www.ntnews.com.au/article/2010/11/26/196731_ntnews.html

I bought the 'Royal Engagement Souvenir Edition' while in Alice Springs, and it included the following pieces of genius.

This was in response to a man dying after swinging under a bridge. Surely they could have found a slightly more respectful headline?

This is just awesome. I can't remember the details from the article, but how lightning hit her INSIDE is a little beyond me at this point...


Really??? They need to issue warnings about this up there???? :S

Yes, a psychic predicted that something good would happen to a family in New Zealand, and they won the lottery. Apparently this is news worthy...

This headline just creeped me out. First of all, the word 'recycled' should not be used in regards to an engagement ring. Secondly, Diana's spirit living on in a ring? Even creepier than him giving her his dead mum's ring in the first place...

This was the creepiest thing in the whole newspaper. And also the most hilarious. If you really want to read it, the article is here: http://www.ntnews.com.au/article/2010/11/18/194931_ntnews.html It's pretty hilarious...

Really? This is worthy of an article???

But my favourite articles didn't come from this particular issue. One of the most read articles on their website? This one: http://www.ntnews.com.au/article/2010/05/14/147401_ntnews.html

And there's also this one: http://www.ntnews.com.au/article/2009/05/16/51881_ntnews.html

So, long story short? The Northern Territory is a) mental, and b) apparently filled with sex-crazed native animals. Thank God it's also beautiful, or there'd be absolutely no incentive to go anywhere near the place!!

K xx
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