DC Blogs Noted


Is the Brookings Cafeteria the best lunch in Dupont Circle? The Internet Food Association. The real treat here isn’t so much the review, it’s the about page. Here is how the writers of this new group blog describe themselves:

Hello. We’re from the internet. And we’ve come to help you cook.We come, it should be said, from all corners of the internet. We are music reviewers and online organizers. Political pundits and network security experts. Health policy writers and programmers. But we are united by a shared recognition that all those things suck, and we’d much rather talk about food.

Barack rack rack rack. A history of poultry as food, The Wizard of Oz, and the unfortunate Proustian lapse. Washington Cube

A seemingly true and simple point about blogging and the economy by Indexed. (Earlier this link went to Lifehead. See note by commenter below). More fun with graphs: The volume of searches on Google for certain words and phrases provide a clever illustration of the housing market’s path. Bubble Meter.

An early Christmas present: Big Black Boots. Photos. District of Chic.

An invite arrives, I have Gin, but no Tonic, and the writer of The Winding Road to being Published, decides to accept the invite. But then things turn weird. Excerpt: She indirectly asked me to leave by saying she had to get ready to meet someone else. This didn’t bother me. As adults when we are in socially awkward situations, we don’t have to talk about them, we just nicely tell the person to leave. Problem solved. Normally I would leave immediately and salvage my dignity, but I was extremely curious about this development. Like I said, childish naiveté.

A report: Red Tomato Cafe in Bethesda. Lunching in the DMV. Pizza in photos. Excerpt: He ordered the ‘Pollo con Pesto – Oven Roasted Breast of Chicken, Tomatoes, Caramelized Onions with Pesto and Mozzarella’ for $9.95. I thought it was delicious. The chicken was well-seasoned, the thin crust was just thin enough, and the cheese tasted great.

Two letters, one to a visiting friend apologizing for the weather. The other to the weather gods. The Rantings of a Crazy Washingtonian