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Arjewtino is a Reformed Jew born in Argentina who swears he is a citizen of the U.S and has the documentation to prove it. He has lived in DC since before you were in diapers (more specifically, 1999) but grew up in the cultural wasteland known as Los Angeles.
He has been busted for playing Minesweeper at work, hugged Alyssa Milano when he was 12, and was rumored to be the starting shortstop for the Los Angeles Dodgers.
His favorite animal is not a panda. He likes to yell at the microwave to hurry up. He aggressively shuns Jews for Jesus, has swum in the Potomac River, and ranks the following as his greatest achievements:
1. Striking out 8 batters in three innings in a Little League game.
2. Getting a B in 11th-grade Chemistry.
3. Making a Republican cry at a party.
The short version
I live in Washington, DC and am single and fun and blog about being single and fun.
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I first moved to Washington, DC when I was 22. Being a New Englander who grew up in a relatively small city, it was my first real exposure to a big city. And I immediately fell in love. The restaurants and nightlife and monuments and beauty and politics and architecture. It sucked me right in. I lived here for the next three and a half years and then, after much deliberation, I moved back to New England with my boyfriend at the time to start law school together.
When deciding where to move post-law school, DC was an easy pick. Only problem? Less than two weeks before I was planning to move back here with aforementioned boyfriend, he dumped me. It took me all of thirty seconds to realize that I still I wanted to move back to this great city. On my own. So I did.
Without hesitation, I packed up my jetta, drove ten hours, and came back to Washington, DC. This time I moved here with no apartment. No job. No furniture. And no boyfriend. But I did come back with freedom and the opportunity to do whatever I want in this great city. And boy did I. And do I.
In the first few weeks, I found an apartment, two jobs, some furniture, lots of possible boyfriends... and I started this blog.
Why? First, I realized how much I love being single. In Washington, DC. I am good at it. I embrace it. And DC encourages it. Second, after writing legal briefs and research papers for three years, I thought what better way to share my adventures as a single girl and my love of writing than to start a blog?!
J.M. Tewkesbury is the nom de plume for someone with a real name. When Jay isn't navel gazing and writing about it, she can be found either harassing the cat or laboriously inching her way through her three and a half foot "to-be-read" pile.
In addition to having a real name, Jay also has a real job, but there isn't a single day that goes by where she doesn't ask herself, "What the f*ck was I thinking, leaving the San Francisco/Bay Area and moving to D.C.?!"
Leon — Listen to Leon
Leon is quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on. Or at least he will tell you that until he is sufficiently convinced that you believe it.
Leon has chosen to step up to the plate as a contributing editor in order to champion the cause of the residents and bloggers of the Washington DC area whose voices may or may not be underrepresented. That, and because the title "Contributing Editor" sounds impressive to the ladies.
Also, it gives Leon a chance to write bios about himself in 3rd person.
Maria — A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm
I am a conundrum with a shoe obsession.
I am not very good about writing about myself, whether in the first or the third person. I realize this is the part of the conundrum that might lead to make a person wonder, "So why does she keep a blog?"
(Answer: It releases steam. It's like a nic fix sans nic.)
I am amazed by how a baby, no taller than 2 feet and change, can kick my butt when he can't even change his own diaper. That would be Herr Meow.
I am not a domestic goddess because I've not received enough indulgences. I pray to St. Martha (Stewart) daily, however.
I love cats-- that explains the name. Seriously.
I find that few things are as utterly satisfying as eating food you like.
I hope you find a little of yourself in what I write. If so, please let me know.
Hammer — Throwing Hammers
My motivations for getting involved in this enterprise are driven by a desire to see what the future holds for the continually evolving marriage between technology and community. I look at how the DCBlogs community has developed over time and I think, "This is good. This is promising. But I wonder if we couldn't do more."
But what exactly is "more?"
That's the big question right now, and I doubt there's a single answer. In fact, I hope there isn't a single answer. But maybe this experiment will give us glimpses. As technology evolves, so do the ways we interact with it (and by extension, the ways in which we interact with each other.) Some of these ways you see coming from a mile away, but there are others that blindside you like a half-empty Miller Lite angrily hurled from the upper deck at RFK stadium.
I'd like to think of DCBlogs as a nexus of dialogue that ranges from the profound to the absurd. A place where we can tap into the local zeitgeist and maybe even help shape it.
At present, the DC blogger zeitgeist is comprised of the full range of human experience, emotion and expression, and I hope it stays that way around here. I have nothing but praise for every post that tries to improve the world, decry injustice, get people involved, or shake an angry fist at The Man in general (or The Man as embodied by the D6 bus). But I also have nothing but praise for all those quiet, personal, sublime, quirky, observant, wry and outright hilarious moments that you folks choose to share as well.
More connections – that's what I want to see. That's the main reason I'm here. As far as how those connections take shape and what they lead to, who knows? But I'm looking forward to enjoying the ride.
naechstehaltestelle — Pie Pants
I'm a lawyer, mom, girlfriend, football fan, Final Fantasy fanatic, slave to a good shoe sale, cynic, optimist, celebrity gossip addict, math nerd, computer science expert, and a total klutz. My boyfriend and I moved from DC to Switzerland in 2006. Current self-improvement plans include working on not swearing, not flipping people off in traffic, and not saying Sheisse in front of children.
MsGo — D.C.GIRL@THEMOVIES
Jess — what? the curtains?
Every time I think I'm out, DC pulls me back in. I've left this city at least 5 times over the past several years, but what keeps me returning is a mix of family, opportunity, culture and people that's singular to here. Which is not to say that I'm not above leaving you, DC, if another sweet city comes along.
The subtitle of my blog is 'curiouser and curiouser' because there are so many things that are fascinating. Human nature, baseball, books, film, art, music, sports, love, hope, philosophy, why things are, why things aren't, the universe and time -- all that stuff gives me pause and makes me want to know more.
The DC bloggers I have the privilege to read and know have already opened my mind and my experience to so many things. I look forward to knowing and learning more as I read and respond to the impressive range of writers DCBlogs has to offer.
Foilwoman — Foilwoman's Diary
I'm a late bloomer. I married in my 30s, got my advanced degree after that, had my first child before 40, and, whoops, had my second recently. I'm in my mid-forties, but of course I look much younger. I speak Spanish almost fluently and can comfortably mangle French. I am a liberal, but that doesn't mean I believe in victim identity or that all wrongs can be redressed. Even though I write about my own life on the Internet, I believe that people should know the difference between public and private information and behavior and act accordingly. If they would, we'd all be happier.
I have two wonderful girls who you will soon enough be obeying once they bring to fruition their plans for total global domination. You might as well practice by obeying me. That way, you'll be oodles happier when the real apex of human evolution (my offspring) climbs to the top of the heap and cracks the whip.
Or, you could do what they want so they won't cry and whine. They look really sad and everyone feels really bad, so really, it's just easier to do as they ask. But it's your choice. You have free will.
I'm an actual person writing about my life in the greater metropolitan area, but I do change details about locations, personal descriptions (particularly of people I am ragging on), and anything I think that might identify me, my children, my friends, or some of the people I am writing about. While I may be hyper-critical at times, I really don't want to be the catalyst for someone losing her job or his marriage or whatever. That said, anyone who does confidential work and brings it with them on the Metro, yes, you I will out. Thank you.
INPY — I Now Pronounce You
A die hard Yankees fan from New England? A raging liberal that served in the Army? Oh kids, that's just the beginning of the dichotomous bliss that is INPY. And, after 7 years of trying to figure out DC, I've officially adopted this place as my home. Maybe not forever (we've all got an exit strategy right? Umm, right?) When asked where I live, I no longer say "I'm from (anywhereelsebuthere) but I live in DC". I've even come to hate the tourists, love the Nats, and know that there are better places to be than Adams Morgan on Friday nights. Maybe that just means I'm getting old, which is entirely feasible.
Turn your dial to INPY and you're likely to find stories about why I'm bad at relationships (the Rubik’s Cube of my existence) my musings on great music or Bret Easton Ellis' new book, baseball, race relations, why Fender guitars are my favorite inanimate objects, soft core pornography on Cinemax (you know you've watched) and the perfect Scotch. All in one post. Seriously. However, for DC Blogs, I'm here to write about the District.
At this point, I'm beyond trying to be oh-so-cool and write about why DC sucks. Grow up! This town has a ton to offer, and I'm trying to be a bright side leaner as opposed to the hard way learner I've been in the past.