Site note: I’m trying something different with the links but have mixed feelings about it. I’m seeking opinions/advice regarding a different approach to link art. I’ve assembled more than 250 links so far and with few exceptions they’re all active blogs. I’ll do my best to keep this list updated. Regarding the link art: it may help the links look distinctive and encourage visitors to explore blogs. But I’m also worried it may make the site look like a commercial strip on a New Jersey highway, as well as hurt page loading. My plan, for now, is to leave it the way it is (partially completed) and see if there’s any reaction from readers. If you have thoughts about this link format, I’d really appreaciate your feedback, good or bad. If the reaction appears negative I may reverse course.
Archive for July, 2005
…Downtown I ate in automat cafeteria-style buffets that cost more than a three and a half star restaurant in San Francisco. In the Adams-Morgan neighborhood I found a cheap little diner staffed by fabulous gay waiters who will tell you look gorgeous at 7am despite the fact that you may actually more closely resemble sun-baked roadkill. I assume that’s to make up for the fact that their meals also remind one of asphalt.
…So even in my black trousers and white button-down shirt I felt horribly under-dressed. I also felt like everyone was giving me dirty looks and staring at me rudely. That’s because they were… On the west coast we tend to make some attempt at acknowledging the humanity of the other person we pass on the street ….
On Chivarly & In Defense of the CPMC and its Membership Cleveland Park Men’s Club & Blackberry Debutantes The always gracious gentlemen at Cleveland Park Men’s Club and the unerringly elegant ladies at Blackberry Debutantes have joined in a debate on what it means to be chivalrous. Thanks to City Sparkle for this pointer. The Debutantes write: Silly me. In my almost one full year of singlehood (Well, I’m one week shy of my singlehood anniversary), I have, as you all know, kissed my share of frogs. Frogs who opened car doors for me and took quite a few pages out of the CPMC rule book and swept me off my feet with southern chivalry, but who, in the end, were toolbag frogs… CPMC responds: The modern american man ….. endeavors to treat a woman with chivalry but is met with charges of misogyny; he endeavors to assume the role of provider but is challenged as an intricate perpetuator of glass ceilings; he endeavors to live by principles such as duty, honor, and country, but is demonized as an insensitive and bloodthirsty warlord of calculation and broken oaths.All of this is a long way around to saying that the contemporary American man’s catch-22 between these two worlds of the Modern and Post-Modern makes him open to assaults on his character from every direction …. Listen Up! Always Greener Grass This is a new blog which fits in perfectly with the post above. This blog follows the lives of The Single One and The Committed One with their unique views as young twenty-something females in DC… be it committed or single! They write, in part:
Recently on a trip with two of my close girlfriends, who in an ironic twist of fate both became single just as I found my man, discussed their “singledom” and relationships during our journey. They complained about how certain boys (yes boys) were acting towards them, and then proceeded to try and convince themselves they didn’t really care … um for something they didn’t care about I find it ironic that this conversation continued for over 2 hours! What bothered me most about this whole “analysis”, was that neither one of them ever stopped to consider their actions and how those actions affected the actions of said boys.
Also noted: Female gradute students make the best roommates, or so it seems, reports Ivy Lane. Findings from a room search in DC. … female graduate students around 30 tend to be loners so they don’t have noisy people over to party all the time. They are also meticulous so they tend to tidy up their living places often. In another words, they are not fun and sociable but they make great roommates! Pizza review, Radius, by The Red Line. Bear in mind that pizza in DC is terrible, and therefore Radius didn’t have to offer much in order to compete for best of status. Even so, the pizza easily stands on its own merits. It was by far the best pie I have had in the seven years I’ve been here.
Looking back on the first half of the season, BallWonk salutes Frank Robinson, who really is the George Washington of, um, Washington baseball. Washington, like Robinson, was a peerless leader of men, the kind of inspiring and dogged leader capable of molding raw rookies, society’s castoffs, the sick and lame, and over-the-hill veterans into a fighting force capable of facing down the mightiest imperial army on the planet. A country gets maybe one such leader every three hundred years if it’s lucky. A baseball team, maybe once every 50 years. …
Also Noted: Think Pink. Wine lovers, check out this site: Chief Wino, who writes: My little piece of the online world where I will share wine tasting notes and details on hot restaurants. And from a post this week: I know what you are all thinking….pink wine…ugh…sounds like White Zinfandel and must be sickly sweet–something like granny would drink. Not so…not all pink wines are sweet, in fact, most are not. Trust me on this…pink is IN! No more bathroom rushes flying into DCA. From Making Noyes. Rich collection of comments in regard to DCist report on the arrest of the alleged Borf. Including: DCPD got it all wrong. ROVE. Not Borf. ROVE. They got the wrong guy! Photo: Dupont Circle
DC Blogs note: Little pressed for time tonight, so I’ve kept it short.
Looking down, I could see the current ripping past the start barge. The guys already in the water were holding onto the safety rope else they would be swept away. Seeing this current, I was not afraid, no I was elated. When you’re facing a 1,500 meter swim (300ft short of a mile) at the start of an Olympic-distance triathlon, every bit of help is welcome, and the low tide current of the Hudson River this morning was a wonderful sight.
I worked hard to build a friend base when I moved back to the DC area two years ago. I’ve gotten to the point where I know so many people that I hardly have time to see them all. I’ve gotten used to having too many options. Now I’m afraid all of that is coming to an end. Well, that might be a little too dramatic and I’m not a drama queen. There will be no end but certainly my social life will slow down.
I am honored to be among the countless talented writers out there in the blogging community. I am highly amused at the hits received by this site. It is passe to list the way in which some of you have found this blog, I won’t itemize the searches. It is for my own amusement after all and for the individuals who search. I am surprised by the number of visitors, over 10 thousand. Amazing. If you have the time to let me know how you found me, leave a comment or e-mail.
I’m a dork. I freely admit this. But I am a dork in a very specific way. No BiMonSciFiCon attendance here. No dressing up as characters from videogames. No Elf ears hidden in my closet. But I do like trivia. I rage at Trivial Pursuit (Genus edition only, not the dumbed-down new version). I fall within the range of what I like to call “hipster dork.” We dress well, we hang out at dive bars, and we know a ridiculous amount of Simpsons trivia (bonus points if you get the above Simpsons reference). Luckily for me, I found a fellow dork to wed. This works out well, since we don’t have to hide our dorkiness from each other. We can let it all hang out.
Two Cities, Two Mayors Random Duck Compares and contrasts the tube/Metro riding habits of London’s mayor and DC’s mayor. Short and pointed. Links added by DC Blogs: UK: Online Sun: Ken Takes to the Tube DCist: OMG, Mayor to Ride Metro
I have been a foodie for a real long time now and Chicago was a great place to indulge that habit. Between having FoodTV on in my house 24/7 and always on the search for a good place to eat, food has always pervaded every aspect of my life. You could find almost anything to eat in Chicago, except a good cheesesteak. So although I didn’t feel like I was being spoiled by particularly good eats, I knew there was a lot that Chicago had to offer. I was really looking forward to moving to DC so I could really expand my gastronomic experiences. After all, Washington DC is an international hub. Surely the culinary scene is just as deep and broad as everything else in DC. Oh how wrong I was.
Moving along Soleil, Lune, & Astrales Pink Elephant, who produces a blog of clever design, thoughtful writing and wit, is moving out of the area. Her work and observations of the DC scene will be missed. But she plans to continue blogging. I am moving in the beginning of August! The move will be out of the area. This is a sad time, but also an optimistic one and the catalyst for new opportunities. I will also eventually be switching over to a new template on either blogger or typepad to provide more accessibility. Until then, I will post in this blog til the *bittersweet* end.
A curious thing has happened lately on Friendster, of all places. I, like many others, receive mass solicitations by women or websites trying to intice me into their webcam pages, or dating sites. These are disguised as personal messages, usually along the lines of “I saw your profile, and I think you are so hot…” etc. But I received a particularly clever one last week by someone posing as ‘Kate’…
New blog, Bill’s Corporate Affairs Stuff, miscellanea from a Washington, DC-based corporate affairs staffer. Thinking About Art has a DC round-up and reviews of some art shows. The mysterious Kelly Ann Collins, formerly of Washington Socialites, appears to have restarted a site that bears her name, Kelly Ann Collins. The main page art is well done. We learned of this development via the Cleveland Park Men’s Club. Interning in the District is off to Danville Va., to begin my teaching career.
…..DC has found a way to make these seemingly innocuous buses a terrible, terrible idea. Namely: dedicated bus lanes on 7th and 9th streets. The crews are out there right now, measuring things, looking confused and blocking traffic in surprisingly inventive ways. It’s a little early to tell exactly how it’s going to shape up, but as far as I can tell the rightmost lane southbound on 9th and northbound on 7th will be dedicated to buses…..
I have also been a victim of muggings twice here in Dupont Circle. The first time, I was completely naive, just like many people I know. I was innocently walking down the sidewalk at around 11:00 p.m., when my assailant jumped out from an alley next to the sidewalk, tackled me to the ground, and told me he was going to “Blow me away” if I didn’t give him my wallet. Somehow I managed to instinctively kick him off of me and run away without him hurting me. I called the police, who were not helpful in finding and arresting him.
If you do go to the exhibition, please take a moment to enjoy the exquisite potted gardenia tree just outside the entrance, which you can smell from twenty feet away. As I was leaving I noticed an old man stopping to admire one of the flowers; he inspired six other museum goers to pause and start chatting with each other about the rapturous smell, and then the exhibit. It could have been a moment out of a Winslow Homer painting.
If you don’t know already, Restaurant Week is August 1st through the 7th. Lunch is $20.05 and Dinner is $30.05. Below is THE LIST of participating D.C. Restaurant Week restaurants and what they’ll be offering on their menus that week. I’m calling around to each and every one of , and as I get information from them I’ll fill in this list. Usually, I’m not done until the week before, because many restaurants don’t finalize their menus until then.
Do not take a shower while the wedding is still in progress, or even worse, answer the door in a towel. Even if the estate has twelve bathrooms, you are playing Russian roulette. Never know who will come a knocking. Do not let your intoxicated friend attempt to find the car; one just may end up disheveled and in an abandoned soccer field two miles away.
…Cyclists have suffered from a virtual dictatorship of cars on America’s roadways for the better part of the last 50 years, and we’re the ones deserving of your hatred? Please. We’re forced to the fringes of America’s transportation network, given slivers of road to navigate on (which are then take over by double-parked cars anyhow), pitted against tons and tons of steel and horsepower driven by people too lazy to rely on public transportation themselves…
I only caught bits and pieces of Live 8 Saturday but what I saw greatly disappointed me. It seemed simple and superficial. Knowledge is power?
Baby bird rescue Conversations with Mud This woman, a newbie amateur downhill mountain bike racer/musician, found a baby bird (click on her photo link) on the sidewalk. The story begins:
Monday night I was going to the liquor store to get empty boxes for the big move, and walked past what looked like a big piece of bubblegum on the pavement. It turns out to be a live baby bird, a nestling who was no more than two days old and was no bigger than a small Post-It note. He looked like this. He was amazing. He was featherless and I could see his internal organs. He couldn’t open his eyes yet, but he grabbed my heart strings just the same.
Sorry for relinquishing the war against workplace boredom, but I think that (A) I am getting too many hits on the blog (200 yesterday), and I’m worried about my anonymity; and (B) fun as it is to torture you all with intimate details regarding my urethra and squabbles with insane girlfriends, I feel guilty about writing so much about Le Divorcé …
Of all the smooth R&B love song singers, no one could sing a ballad quite like Luther. I mean, the man’s voice and style was so unique that when he did a remake, he made the song his own. Folks didn’t want to hear the original …They wanted to hear LUTHER.
“Finding a parking space” actually becomes an appointment on your calendar. (E.g.. 7:00-8:00pm Gym, 8:30-9:00pm – find a parking space, 9:00-10:30pm -Dinner reservations.) When Washington National Airport is and will always be “WASHINGTON NATIONAL”, not “Reagan National”.
I have always been a firm believer in self-care practices such as pedicures, massage, and journal writing. With the house to myself this weekend, I decided to indulge in some serious “Diva Therapy” with the help of some delightful products that I purchased from the LUSH store in Georgetown last week.
Photo: Monday night from the Lincoln Memorial.