This weekend was distinct from any other time in my DC career. This weekend was a time when it was cooler to be in DC than in New York. Do you know what that means? DC residents live with the latent knowledge that DC, though lovable, is not ever going to touch New York in…
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Unbridled Earnestness
I wonder if these volunteers ever get a little rundown. You know, the Greenpeace volunteers who ask you if you have a minute for the planet after being told no all afternoon? Or the organic farmers who are all about sustainability yet must drive for hours to get to farmers markets. Their chipper and incredibly…
Norman Rockwell Steals My Heart
Every time I step into the National Portrait Gallery (also known as the American Art Museum and the Museum of American Folk Art) I feel very peaceful and a little happier. As a former history major, it’s nice to be in a building devoted to showcasing characters from the past. The current Norman Rockwell exhibition…
Crosstown Traffic
Northbound 54 bus, Saturday afternoon. I’m sitting directly behind the back door of the bus. It’s a warm, sunny Saturday, and I’m not the only one feeling close to high on life. No real smiles or eye contact, but no verbal abuse either. Very promising. A group of loud black man-boys board the bus and…
Rep Your Hood, DC
What does that mean, rep your hood? I suppose it means that when people ask you where you live, then say, Oh, that’s not DC, you jump across the table and swipe their head off with a katana, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies-style. Or you could just jut out your chin the slightest bit and…
Local Food: Friend or Foe?
The local food buzz has been going strong for a while now. There was Michael Pollan (who I still haven’t read, sorry to let you down, book club, you’ve been so good to me, you don’t deserve that), there were the farmers’ markets in Dupont, in Chinatown, everywhere, there was Michelle Obama’s White House garden,…
The Happy Hour Chronicles: PS7’s
Looks like somebody’s got a case of the Mondays. Does that make you want to smash the speaker in the face? Or just watch Office Space again? Either way, Mondays are awful. The worst part about Monday can be telling yourself to just get through until you can leave, going to the bar for happy…
The Happy Hour Chronicles: The Red Derby
The first time I went to the Red Derby (at 14th and Spring in Columbia Heights), I walked past it a few times before realizing that the place has no name out front, just a red derby outline painted over the door. This was my first clue that Red Derby does things a little differently….
I’m Ready This Time
Last year the Snowpocalypse took me by surprise. I watched the world change before my eyes as the snow fell and fell and fell. And fell. Then the power went out. I survived, but I was a tad depressed. Last week was depressing as well–gray, drizzly mornings that just…blech! I really am a fan of…
DC Style Is Real 