Monday, November 28, 2005

Holiday Memories: Volume I

To celebrate the season, I'll be posting a favorite holiday memory or story every Monday between now and Christmas. Why? Because it's easier for my brain to handle than in-depth, or even superficial, policy coverage during finals. Joy to the World.

Volume I: A Very Hill Holiday

Professor Jack Pitney says that every American should watch sunset from the West Steps of the United States Capitol at least once. He's right. Another must, however, if you can swing it (which will probably involved working or interning somewhere on the Hill, acquiring a Capitol security badge, and making at least one friend in a high place), is to stand on the seal in the center of the rotunda and sing "Rudolf The Red-Nosed Reindeer" to the best of your [in]ability, late at night, when no one is around to interfere with the awesome, dome-made acoustical effects.

It's very American, especially if you have a partner to toss in the much-needed "like a lightbulbs" and "like Columbuses" at the appropriate times.


Carl Kolchak said...

Or better yet, try whispering the song in statuary hall at the sweet spot, while a pack of your friends listens at the other end of the hall.

Ah, the Capitol- so much fun and it's still free!

cd said...

Yes, the whisper spot is awesome - especially with its backstory for us political nerd types.

But I find the rotunda an oft ignored acoustic wonder since everyone rushes to statutory hall. ;)

Heather said...

Personally, I like the gallery in the old Senate the best. Especially the sign that says "gentlemen shall not put their boots on the railing as the dirt falls on the Senators heads" or something to that effect.

Of course, this has nothing to do with acoustics, or the holidays for that matter... oh dear. I'm turning into one of THOSE old ladies....

Here's acoustics... you're a low-level staffer giving a tour of the Capitol to a bunch of high schoolers, and just as you enter the old Supreme Court, one of them hurls... the sound of the vomit hitting the marble floor and the reverberation of the retching off the marble walls is further proof of the glamour of political jobs.