“What drove father who built the House of Horror?” Psychologist Dr. Kristina Downing-Orr told CNN:

… that Fritzl, who his daughter has said abused her since the age of 11, possibly didn’t want the relationship to end when she turned 18 — the age at which he first imprisoned her.

“Perhaps she would go out and have boyfriends of her own,” Downing-Orr told CNN, “perhaps he was a bit afraid he would be caught, that she would go out and tell people, and that led him to imprison her in this dungeon basement.”

This sick fucker raped his daughter and imprisoned her and her kids for 24 years, yet he only gets up to 15 years jail time. The calculation is off here.

Very cool intro for a not-so-useful product.

The Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center sports a clean, organized and beautiful look and feel. Great job, gangs!

“No Matter What“

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“War is Necessary“

NPR‘s “World Cafe“:

Melody Gardot didn’t start her musical career out of a grand artistic vision. While riding her bicycle, she was hit by the driver of a Jeep making an illegal turn. Hospitalized for months, Gardot used music for recovery therapy, at doctors’ suggestion.

She has an intoxicating voice.

Friday evening after work, we dropped by to Sea Side Crab House in Eden Center for some Louisiana crawfish for yet another celebration of my birthday (two dinners for being thirty ain’t so bad). Between four of us, we shared five pounds of crawfish, a fried calamari salad (Vietnamese style) and a pitcher of Heineken. The joint is fairly new so the waiters (probably owners as well) were extra nice to us to get the words out. It’s pretty much a “quan nhau” (drinking) type of place.

Saturday morning fiancée and I headed back to Lancaster to attend a friend’s wedding. We started off our trip looking for Pho to fulfill our cravings. The places nearby Alexandria didn’t open until 10. Using our GPS, we picked Pho 75, which located nearby University of Maryland, and it turned out pretty good. Then we stopped by Costco in Delaware (tax-free state) to pick up 20 cases of Heineken for the wedding. The trunk and the backseat were filled with beer. My sister thought I was nuts for buying that much. We haven’t pick out wine and champagne yet.

Saturday evening we went to the wedding. The groom invited all the kids he hangs out with, and most of them I knew back when I was still in Lancaster. So either they were loud and obnoxious or I am becoming an old fuck. Some of these kids—I call them kids because they’re a few years younger than me—are married with kids but they still act like, well, kids. The bride looked nice though.

Sunday morning we went back to the restaurant last night to order foods for my mom’s 71th birthday, which will be two weeks after the wedding. Thought that I will be off the hook after the wedding, but not so soon. It will be a nice family getting together and I am sure my mom will enjoy it.

Joshua Hoffine photography might freak your kids out.

Sometimes people aren’t so mindful in the public, like on the Metro this morning. As always the train was packed and the poles are for standing passengers to hold on. There was one girl, kind of cute looking, just hugged the whole pole. So I was standing and trying to balance myself as the train was taking off. I was going to ask her if she could share the pole but I couldn’t bring myself to say, “Excuse me Miss, but this is not a strip bar.”