An occasional listing of new additions to the DCBlogs live feed.

Life As List. Liz in Fairfax says this about herself: I am impatient and have a short attention span, thus, I prefer bullet points to flowery paragraphs. I also enjoy compiling lists.

leftbrainwrite. Linda says this about herself: By day, I’m an uptight and proper academic – you know, a publish or perish type who resides in tall towers with the likes of Rapunzul. In the evening, I morph into a lovable mom and wife, play with my children, hang with the hubby. But when darkness falls and the house stills, I write.

Seven Punch Combo writes about boxing. Its writer, Tim, says this about his effort: I harbored a lifelong hatred of violence. Then, extended periods of insomnia several years ago lent themselves to late night channel-surfing. Sometimes, hungry for anything that resembled action in a river of infomercials, I would stop on boxing. Before long, I found myself saying what Jim Lampley said during Toney-Jirov: “It’s amazing that humans can do this.” Now, the fight game’s my favorite sport.

Bacon Unwrapped. Heather, a DC-based writer, blogs about bacon and where it sizzles.

Karma Calling. Bioinformatics Analyst by day, Writer by night.

Update your links. A new url I Am Not Lying, For Real. The writer recently moved to NYC.

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I am at risk for all sorts of unpleasant things. Disaffected Scanner Jockey wonders if she should blog anonymously.

How I found myself sitting at my desk, pants less, on my third day at my new job. Just going with it.

This writer visits a hospice in Adams Morgan to fix a database. molt be blog

Out of the Scrabble closet. More than my Luggage.

Capitol Hill Barbie attends a “private opening” for the new Bloomingdale’s in Chevy Chase and reports.

I’m an old and late mother, but I’m not a technologically assisted one.  I have a toddler and an eight-year old in my mid-forties through good luck.  I never was that much of a type A person, but late motherhood and then single-motherhood definitely moved me onto the type B career track.  This retooling has made me a lot happier, but also a lot broker.

 This means that a lot of the news and gossip and discussion floating around DC doesn’t mean alot to me.  I don’t care whether you want Corian or granite counters in your kitchen.  What type of faucet you select (really, I’ve heard people debate this) is immaterial to me, and get this, everyone else on the planet.  Pick one in your budget.  Be grateful you have a budget that is in the black and not in the red.  Buy the faucet.  Shut up.  Give the remainder in your budget to Medicins sans Frontieres and go forth and whine no more.  Thank you.

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A medical career advances at 1 minute and 20 seconds per question. Veritography.

Lolly, at 10-weeks, learns fetch. Video. eric nuzum dot com

Madam Mayo, a nonfiction judge in Dayton Literary Peace Prize, writes that her choice, Nonviolence: Twenty-Five Lessons from the History of a Dangerous Idea by Mark Kurlansky, is the nonfiction winner.

Metro’s PSA is nothing more than a printed slap in the face, writes Grape Feed.

When pegged as a hippie, there’s only one place to live. Freewheel.

Clarendon Day Saturday, noon to 7 p.m. What’s Up Arlington

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The Future in a 50-Year-Old Photograph. Hammer. DC’s blogging community needs to shake it self up.

DC’s not quite an urban paradise yet, but we’re getting there. Boztopia. A 10-year resident looks at what isn’t typical about DC.

Put ‘Em On The Glass. Leon. Gentlemen clubs need to take a flyer.

Question: Is this Racist? naechstehaltestelle. Anti-immigration advertising in the EU.

In the window of a small art supply store at the southwest corner of 8th and G streets in Capitol Hill, you’ll find a large framed print of A Great Day in Harlem, the legendary jazz photograph taken by Art Kane almost 50 years ago. A documentary about the photo describes the moment:

“It was a Summer day in New York City, 1958. A young photographer paced nervously in front of a Harlem brownstone. He had spread word that he hoped to take a picture for a special edition of Esquire magazine commemorating the golden age of jazz. Yet it was ten in the morning, long before most jazz players were up, and a meager turnout was feared. To everyone’s surprise, scores of musicians assembled to create what is now a world-famous, “class photograph” of America’s jazz legends.”

You don’t have to be a jazz aficionado or even know the historical context of the photo to be struck by it. To look at it and think, “Something was really going on here. Something important.” My hope is that anyone who visits DC Blogs will feel the same way about this site, even if they don’t blog themselves.
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One of the flaws many politically-oriented sorts in D.C. have is the tendency to focus on national issues at the expense of not seeing the importance of local developments. I know this is a problem I have, and my participation here in D.C. Blogs is a way to help remedy that. Another good example would be the American Prospect’s Ezra Klein, whose comments about DC’s ethnic makeup not attracting amenities for yuppies touched off a big firestorm. Read the rest of this entry »

The cellulite phone and other mom stories. Green Canary.

A new arrival to DC shares many photos of his basement apartment in an Adams Morgan rowhouse. All Up Inside This Beltway

Will suburban sprawl overtake Columbia Heights? The Brain Drive.

Tuesday hunger. A glimpse of a life; warm and beautiful writing. Where’s My Cape?

The View From Here comments on the visit of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Iran’s president, at Columbia, in his post, The Face of an Enemy.

First peek at winter. Capital Weather. Warmish, less snow.

I saw DC Councilmember Jim Graham while I was out having a drink at Temperance Hall last night. It’s funny, because I tend to disagree with the hard-line stance Graham takes when it comes to city nightclubs and bars that cater to an urban(read: non-white) demographic. That said, I realized that I could not argue with those views too much that night once I walked past The House gentleman’s club.

Now, I’m all for having the option of going to a bar and seeing strippers. I just don’t like going back to the car and seeing it plastered with photos of butt cheeks. Strip club flyers tend to follow this format: Very graphic collages of strippers in thongs, with directions to the club, and the mention of some kind of raggedy extra incentive, such as “Free Papa Johns Pizza Night” or “Chocolate Thunder’s Birthday Celebration.” Most nights, and especially on the weekends, these flyers are all over the neighborhood.
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Sometimes I think my super liberal hypersensitive mind is playing tricks on me. However, I know for a fact I can’t be crazy all the time. I mean, is it just me, or am I not the only person who finds this poster not just offensive, but dangerous?

Some background: I live in Switzerland right now, and these posters are everywhere. It’s an advertisement to drum up signatures for an initiative by the Schweizerische Volkpartei (SVP) to kick out foreigners (and in some cases, their families as well) found guilty of crimes. I wrote about this on my personal blog and received a couple of e-mails telling me I was wrong. That, in fact, this isn’t racist, but just a demonstrative of the old “black sheep” parable. Right.
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The Art of Crisis….Blonder than You. A neighbor calls to report that the building sprinklers are going off. As she drives back to her apartment, the writer takes a mental inventory of the possible damage.

Yawn. The National Book Festival. Sept. 29. Sarah E. Moffett, who writes: The Book Mobile better hope the fans don’t get crazy. They might loose something serious, like a hubcap.

Goo-Headed. The new name for love. fiery nuggets.

Le Pain Quotidien – Bakery and Communal Table. Sounds good. DC Gastronome

Help make polar bear costumes. Indymedia.

Last pitch, last strike, last out ever at RFK. The Average Blogger. Photos.

Eviction mess. Shocking. Photos and comment on Metroblogging and Prince of Petworth.