Food Trucks and Farm Bills

Food Trucks and Farm Bills

For anyone who read my last post, I am happy to inform that I successfully ended up having a weekend free of any form of cold medicine! I actually did one better, and had a weekend jam packed with new discoveries. After work on Friday night, my friends and I ventured out to Truckeroo at the fairgrounds, a monthly festival where D.C.'s best food trucks convene right outside the Washington National's stadium.

Having spent most of my time in two cities oddly immune to the food truck craze, I am pretty much obsessed with the weird yet delicious food this community has to offer.  I enjoyed the best tacos of my existence (you might call that an exaggeration, but I'd have to disagree) while listening to some quality live music, appreciating the fact that the humidity was mercifully absent that night.

 

On Saturday, I decided to do a little exploring on my own.  I took the Metro out to Eastern Market and ended up at Capitol Hill Books, a used bookstore at 657 C St SE. My daily commute was in desperate need of some literary enrichment, so I figured I might as well do it for cheap. The store is overflowing with every kind of book imaginable, from nonfiction on the American Revolution to an almost complete Fitzgerald collection (a sign informs patrons that there will be "NO GATSBY TODAY"). The chaos and clutter of the store gives it a certain charm, although the owner would likely roll his eyes at that cheesy descriptor. I ended up walking out with a 250-page paperback called "Finding George Orwell in Burma," a book drawing parallels between Orwell's time in Burma and the Orwellian tendencies of the present-day Myanmar government.  After my trip to Capitol Hill Books, I wandered around the market before heading out to meet friends for dinner in Cleveland Park.

 

My work week ended up being just as eventful as my weekend. The Washington Center (TWC) hosted its Career Boot Camp on Monday, an afternoon of seminars and workshops providing broad range of career services. Dave Uejio, who definitely delivered the unexpected as a keynote speaker, was living proof that working hard and being genuinely nice will get you far in life.

 

In addition to Mr. Uejio's lecture, I participated in information sessions on delivering an effective personal narrative and exploring my career options in the political field. The next day, I had my Public Policy Dialogue on Capitol Hill, a program TWC hosts to connect you with your hometown congressperson. I met Representative Danny K. Davis from the 7th District of Illinois and ended up learning a great deal about the legislative process from a member of his staff. I was lucky enough to get a pass to the House of Representatives Gallery and sat in on the House debate over the Farm Bill. My family -- in stereotypical Illinois fashion -- owns farmland that produces corn, so our ears always perk up whenever someone mentions agricultural subsidies (…we're fun sometimes, I swear).  The added drama of the proposed reductions to the Supplemental Nutritional Assistance Program (SNAP) benefits turned what could have easily been a dull discussion into a politically relevant debate.

 

The rest of my week slowed down somewhat, but it was not without its moments.  It even included my first D.C. celeb sighting: Senator John McCain. My better-than-expected post-recovery week had a graciously tranquil ending as I soaked my feet in the Sculpture Garden fountain as the moon rose over the National Gallery.

 

 

I realize my posts make it sound like I live in a fairy tale land where bad days don't exist. Keep in mind, I omitted the several times I was later-than-I-should-have-been for the Metro to work (I've since mastered the craft of power walking up an escalator). Nonetheless, those brief moments of frustration fade quickly from memory when they are surrounded by experiences I know are unique to this time in my life.  My time in D.C might not be 100 percent picture-perfect in reality, but it somehow seems to feel like it at the end of the day.

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