DC Blog noted:

Time to Cowgirl Up Beauty and the Beltway When I first started reading this blog, I was immediately taken by this young woman’s extraordinary writing ability, flowing cadence and striking candor. If there were such a thing as a best blog writers list this “story of a Montana girl surviving life in the District,” would be high on it. Very high. In this post she writes about a visit to a doctor and a potentially troubling diagnosis. I’ll now add courage to the list of things I like about this blog writer.

You know that sound a record makes when it stops, I heard that in my head. All I knew about MS was what I learned on the West Wing, which has turned out to be wholly innacurate (who’da thought). In 24 hours, I went from the girl who couldn’t get an appt., to having neurologists calling personally to “fit me in.”

This will be the only blog noted today. Apologies. Photo: Dupont Circle, Connecticut Ave.

DC Blogs: Life stories

Easy As Life Confessions of a Twenty Something Drama Queen The woman who writes the excellent blog Grace’s Poppies, wrote me recently about blogs (and I don’t think she’ll mind if I share part of her note), describing them “as a great gift of the Internet – that people are writing about their lives and sharing that with others is incredible..” I thought of those words after reading this post by Confessions. It begins this way:

I don’t understand what it is about the Irish, well at least the Boston Irish, but we constantly internalize and suppress our feelings. More specifically, if something is wrong, we give off the air, or at least try to, that absolutely nothing is wrong. We will do anything other than show our emotions…

Appendix removal fun Tragic: the blathering In case you want to know what it’s like to have your appendix removed, here’s an adventure well told:

They wheel me into the OR and my final memories of having an appendix were just cold, so very very very cold. I had a mask over my face and was breathing deeply while someone packed me in warm towels, but I still felt like I should be shaking when I woke up someplace else.

Open Letters to People at Work Direct Current Six letters to co-workers, beginning with:

Dear Guy Who Brings Paperwork Into The Stall: I’m so happy that we work on different projects. Does your boss or your customer know that you do that? Tell me that’s a draft that you’re about to shred.

DC Cookie In this scenario, DC Cookie, a new blog, ask her readers to examine this guy’s prospects for a second date:

Guy switches to a beer, just to have something to hold. Girl orders one more sour apple…her inner demon whispering “they’re not that strong, right?” Recall…Guy knows bartender.

Also noted: Restaurant review by d.c. foodies: Sonoma Restaurant and Wine Bar In part writes, I saw many people around me ordering pizza, and they seemed to be enjoying it. There aren’t any “prebuilt” pizzas and the toppings are all a la carte ranging from $3 to $5 each. You start with your crust and red tomato-based, green pesto or white olive-oil-based sauces. Pig icon sightings at the The Washington Canard. My First Day by Texan Interns (a group blog) begins with a Metro adventure… tried to get through the turnstile my card was denied. turns out the one-day pass is only valid after peak morning hours, after 9:30am. so the station manager had to help me out and let me through the emergency gate. theeeeeeeeeeen, i saw that my train was coming to the platform ….so i ran to catch it. turns out i took the wrong train … Metro’s July 4th service schedule, with comment at oh Metro! : why must they screw up the Metro just for that one day? Photo: Georgetown, M.

Blog rides

The chief’s stolen car DC Blogs everywhere The theft of Police Chief Ramsey’s unmarked freebie Crown Vic this past weekend is fast food for DC’s blogging world. Sadly, few shed crocodile tears. The Washington Post story, and the blogging take: Peekaboo writes: That’s right. Someone stole the Chief of Police’s unmarked police car. The strange thing is that in the article, it says that he was going to take the car to church. Is Church a proper use of a car paid for with taxpayer dollars? What the hell?
Wonkett describes it as: A moment of Washington Zen. Tom Bridge at Metroblogging writes: He becomes one of roughly 20,000 car theft victims expected in the district in 2005. So, if you see someone tooling around downtown or the burbs in a black Crown Vic … let the Chief know, will ya? Tres Chicas sees justice: Whoa. DC Police Chief Ramsey’s car was stolen. Make that his MPD police vehicle. For a police chief who has been widely criticized for focusing his attention on arresting protesters rather than solving or preventing crime in the District, it’s almost fitting. (Yi. I don’t actually wish crime on anyone. Even bad people.) why.i.hate.dc calls it hilarious, And, unlike when your car gets stolen, the police are actively looking for it DCist reacts: … we chuckled for a very brief momentLinden Place Death Frozen Tropics Hopefully finding the chief’s car is off the priority list because there’s still a lot of serious crime in this city. Posts on this neighborhood blog concerning a recent murder. Car jacking, too. New jobs Dangling Conversation & Rock Creek Rambler Two DC bloggers write about their job changes, and the difficulty involved.
Dangling Conversation writes: I have been so torn up over this decision for many reasons, not to mention the rollercoaster I seemed to be on during the process of finding out if I got the offer or not. Then once I got the offer I needed to muster up the courage to follow my heart and actually leave a company that I take pride in …. Rock Creek Rambler: I finally submitted my formal resignation yesterday. That really really really sucked. I actually broke out into a cold sweat right before I went to his office…. Diet help Lucky Spinster Is waiting for NetFlix to deliver Super Size Me.

I’ve heard that people who watch SSM are so disgusted that they stop eating junk food entirely for, like, a whole day or something. This can only be a good thing.

Also noted: The DCeiver is quoted in the New York Times. Noded on why the moon looks so large. With excellent photo. Note to readers: I’m constantly hunting for DC area blogs to add to this list. The search engines are less than perfect. Following blog links helps, but if you blog or know of one that I haven’t linked in my amazing Random Ordering System ™, please send a link and suggest a category. If the category doesn’t exist, then I’ll probably create it. (Some weekend I’ll arrange these links in alphabetical order.)
Photo: K Street at 24th St. bridge, NW.

DC Blogs noted

Reasoning with the Unreasonable All about Trey About dealing with the government. A rant that nonetheless ought to be required reading.

At the Naval Academy, they told us to make sure that we weren’t “yes men.” Don’t become some slobbering sycophant because that’s not what leadership is about. Now as a government contractor, you’ve never supposed to say no. “Of course I can solve world hunger.” And you can if you get the funding….

The Bachelorette Party The Daily Bulletin from Dating Hell The dating scribe attended a bachelorette party and left it many hours later with a buffet of stories for her dear readers. Here’s part of the set-up:

It was a scene straight out of Sex and the City. We were lounging on couches in B.’s stylishly outfitted living room sipping white wine and champagne, all dressed up in our going-out clothes. And we had six straight hours of noshing, laughing, and nasty, raunchy girl talk.

Eating on a budget in DC A Capitol Life Some budget dinning recommendations by Culocho. Among them, Pho 75, Moby Dick House of Kabob, and …

Like any good Latin girl, I have a soft spot for Julia’s Empanadas. Naturally the empanadas are good, I like the Chilean-style with beef and the Bolivian-style Saltenas. Each of these has just the right mixture of meat, olives & raisins tucked into a perfect handheld crust.

Open letter to Whole Foods on P Street DC Urban Family This is a new blog about “the stories of four urban 20-something’s living the dream in the U St. corridor.” DC Bachelor pointed this blog out in his DC Blog Scene Update. DCB wrote that it “has a lot of potential.” And he offered to help it grow: Maybe I’m going through a hormonal phase right now but I really want to take a new, small site and nurture it like the Young Republicans do to naive college students. In this post, the four members of DC Urban Family take Whole Foods i.e. Whole Paycheck, to task for removing Jamba Juice from its P Street branch.

What compounds this travesty are the lies that you have been propogating. The Boy and the The Material Girl have been told on several occasions by your staff that Jamba Juice will be returning. We have seen no signs of construction, but only the sad hungover faces of nearby residents.

Disobedient Maybe, but Damn Adorable Joe Tresh A series of photographs from the 12th Annual Pride of Pets held this past weekend at Dupont Circle. This photographer writes: PETS DC, a “non-profit organization of volunteers dedicated to enhancing the lives of people with HIV/AIDS and their companion animals” that hosted the event, was kind enough to ask me to be the official photographer. Enjoy the puppy pics! Good party, great music, lame guy Metroblogging Generational differences at a dance club. A well-told story by Tiffany.

I was a little put off by how excited he looked as he went to put his drink down. I was wondering what I had just gotten myself into with Starey McEyeball when he returned, grabbed my hand, and led me out onto the dance floor.

Also Noted: Occasionally DC Blogs features the work of visitors to this city. Her Desires, a new blog, is a tourist report of a different sort. Our writer meets her lover at the downtown Hyatt because DC is the half-way point. She says she is only in a relationship because of their children: I’m 32, married for the time being, 2 kids-a girl and a boy, Live in a moderate to high income area, you know…the all American life. Right. I can play the part, but I have a secret. A secret that most of my internet friends know, but not anyone in direct contact with me. I have a friend, a friend who i’m deeply in love with, whom I go see every month for a week at a time. He is my best friend, my “boyfriend,” my lover….he is what people say a “soulmate” should be. New DC area arrivals, The Heerwigs, moved from New England. They describe the change in this post, Boxes & Podcasts: The change in weather from New England to here is incredible – 5 hours & you have perfect weather – I LOVE THIS PLACE! Last week was the DC Salsa Congress. To learn more about area Salsa activites check out the DC Salsa Blog. Information Leafblower turned 31 Monday.

New on the blog

Reporter interning Ms. Williams Goes to Washington Attending Georgetown University and interning as a reporter, this snappy writer is discovering DC’s centers of power. She introduces herself this way: This humble blog is my attempt to chronicle my two months spent at the epicenter of the free world. And no, they’re not letting me anywhere near the World War III button. From some of the posts:

I passed by Tom Delay’s office and started laughing. Then, I had the best crabcakes I’ve ever had in my life courtesy of some lobbyists…who were lobbying for preservation of marine life. Oh the irony.

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Also, I found out quickly that Wisconsin Avenue is where it’s at. Currently, two of my roommates are wandering down that road in an attempt to find the nearest Safeway, an establishment that Tim Russert reportedly frequents. Awesome.

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The roads, while all named after letters (i.e. O, P, and R Streets), are not necessarily in a strict order. This caused a great deal of frustration this past weekend.

The New (food) Kid on the Blog Aunt Esther’s Antipasto She is Bonny Wolf, a DC food writer, who is working on a book of food essays that will be published by St. Martin’s Press. She recently started a blog.

For years, I’ve been telling stories in newspapers, magazines, newsletters and on the radio about my family and friends and the foods we eat. (I also talk about food at the gym, on the subway and in the line at the Department of Motor Vehicles.) Food is the way I connect with the world. I know I’m not alone.

Dumped? Start a blog Texas Cutie There are a lot of reasons to start a blog. Here’s one: Seeing as though I basically got dumped a few days ago, it appears that I’ll have some spare time on my hands. You can read why in this post: Sad Saturday. I never thought I’d be so upset over losing a stupid guy …. But Texas Cutie also considers some of life’s big questions, such as: Which sex do you think has it easier in our culture?

As a whole, men have it easier in our culture but since every successful man got there because of a better woman standing behind him and supporting him, women have the control. Personally I’d rather have control than ease, so I would never wish to be a male.

(Note: The gentlemen at the Cleveland Park Men’s Club gave Texas Cutie a warm intro to the DC blogosphere.) Blonde moments HannahBanana vs. DixonVixen A new blog by: a 25-year-old working girl/grad student who’s enjoying her single status while patiently (and sometimes impatiently) waiting upon the Lord to lead me to the man He’s prepared for me. The goal of her “is to allow people a look at what’s going on in my head…and perhaps my heart.” In this post she shares some of her “blonde moments.”

Most of these occur when I’m tired and my keen observation skillz short-out. … On two separate occasions I have consumed moldly food or drink. (And no, this does not include cheese.)

WonL The reporter on the scene of 11 pubs, one night: The evening came complete with laughter and tears, a passed out metro-sexual on the Metro, a molestor-stache, a bar that smelled like sh*t (apparently due to some problem with the facilities), a political debate, an Irish man singing a Cajun song, a lot of peanuts, and best of all…many drunken “i love you’s.
Also noted:

Some observations about Boston by Another Day in the Life, a College Park blogger, including: Drivers in Boston are mean and rude and possibly crazy. I thought the Beltway and DC were bad, but I was really wrong. Mr. Jess goes to Washington is 21-year-old woman from Honolulu in DC for the summer to work at the National Institute of Health. The blog is about her new DC life, with photos. This is Shannon’s 2005 Marathon Training Blog, a log of her training for the 2005 Marine Corps Marathon. In this post, 10 miles, there’s a food review: Power Bar Harvest, Ice Oatmeal Raisin: this was pretty good. Nice granola-y flavor, enjoyed the raisins. The icing added sweetness, which I consider a plus. Felt less dense than the regular Power Bar. GU, “Just Plain”: not bad. True to it’s moniker, it had a simple, sweet taste. Did the job. Noticed that my teeth felt a bit furry after eating it–must’ve not drunk enough water.
Photo: TV camera operator in Georgetown, Sunday night, M & Wisconsin

DC Blogs noted

The Washingtonienne Speaks
Louder than Words
Jessica Cutler’s short-lived blog has had a long life. This writer offers a thoughtful assessment of the Washingtonienne after listening to Cutler on the radio. And how was it that she gets a book deal?
… and I fruitlessly tap away at my keyboard with no book deal to show for it. She, on the other hand, took an admittedly brainless Capitol Hill job, slept around and bang! Now she’s doing readings and has an Amazon.com sales rank of 1,299. That’s higher than “Moby Dick.”

Sigh.

Related:

Here’s a link to what purports to be the original postings from Washingtonienne blog, saved by Kevin at Wizbang. This is the first entry, May 18, 2004 (Regardless of your feelings about Cutler, this opener is rocketing writing): I just took a long lunch with F and made a quick $400. When I returned to the office, I heard that my boss was asking about my whereabouts. Loser.The DCist Washingtonienne book review Also on DCist, Book Signings Both Tawdry and Wholesome.

In defense of public art
SYNERGY art project
This is a new blog about a year old effort, the SYNERGY art project. The group was created “as an answer to the complaint that public art projects have been ‘dumbed down’ for the general population.”

It also followed an article in the Washington Post last year by an art critic that criticized the Pandamania public art project in DC. This was a project that the Synergy blog author was involved in.

When my colleagues from Eastern Market handed me the paper that Sunday, I was so excited to see my panda in the Arts section. Imagine my dismay to read the very lengthy negative article that accompanied the photos of several pandas. After some discussion with friends, it was concluded that inclusion in the arts section was a good thing ….

(DC Blogs note: The original WP article referenced in this blog does not appear available for linking; it’s in WP’s archives. But there’s an excerpted portion on Marja-Leena Rathje’s blog. If someone has other links, please send and I’ll add them.)

The District
Mad Melancholic Feminista
A writer and teacher in the city for a visit brings her students to DC Central Kitchen while also examining the city’s gentrification from multiple angles. This is one:

Gentrification destroys neighborhoods and their informal support networks — sharing in watching kids, building up local schools, knowing when a neighbor is in need. You replace neighborhoods with glossy and gleaming buildings occupied by workaholics who wouldn’t put their kids in DC schools anyway. They shove the low income folks into smaller corners of their former neighborhoods and try to avoid eye contact with them as they swiftly walk by them toward the Starbucks.

3 Nights in Miami
hassan’s aish
DC guy heads to Miami for “3 sinful nights” and “3 amazing clubs.” But the adventure isn’t as lighthearted as it seems, in a post that moves from clubs to deeper recesses. (This post is dated May 26, but we just found it and it needs to be shared.)

In my head I planned to meet some women, attempt to work a little game, drink till I was sweating premium vodka, and perhaps (just perhaps!) do a few things that could never be verbalized back in DC… and then leave… scott free and refreshed for another week of grinding work. The plan sounds great if you ignore the glaring fact that I have no game.

To the would-be Romeos
maisnon
More than a dozen sharply written pointers. Here’s one:

Please don’t chat me up while your girlfriend/wife is in the same aisle of the grocery store. It only makes me really sad for her.

Also noted:

Photo: A painterly sunset, titled “
Evening Sky,” taken in the Glover Park area by Goodspeedupate aka Rob Goodspeed, editor of DCist.

Photo: Kennedy Center

Urgent messages

Yeah, We Were Shocked Too Rotten Eggs This writer discovers that she is pregnant. A wonderful post.

And yes, I got a copy of What to Expect. The King bought it for me. We saw it in the store, and I told him I had wanted to buy a copy for the last two years, but it was just too painful when we weren’t actually expecting, so he got it for me. And I cried in line at the checkout.

The Big Hunt KL’s Blog Our writer is planning a London move and decides to start a blog while still a DC resident. There’s only a few posts so far but comparison shopping has begun.

Saw so many cute boys last night in Dupont — unfortunately given the area they were probably all gay. With some exception, most boys who dress well in this country are gay. American men on the whole dress SO badly — its very hard for me to be attracted to someone who wears pleated pants. Bring on the cute British men with sexy accents.

To Ban or not to Ban An Even Greater Britton Writes a passioned defense of smoking in public establishments. But for those who would send smokers from the bars to the streets, there’s this kicker:

Smoking is faboo. And just remember, if you make me go outside to smoke, I’m going to be a real bitch when I get back inside and THAT could be really hazardous to your health.

For a lively debate on this issue see “To Smoke or Not to Smoke” in DCist. The Washington Post report. An urgent message Foxy in Fairfax

Could someone please tell the people of the greater Washington DC area the importance of wearing deodorant?

Company Expenses Scotch on the Rocks The pros and cons of business travel are weighed. If you travel for business, you know the drill. But this DC Metro area writer tells a more terrible story.

My company had gotten strict (READ: extremely cheap) on their travel policy and I was forced to share a room with my co-worker. Luckily, it was one of the guys I could stand, but damn if I didn’t know so much more than I needed to about the guy. I didn’t need to know that we prefered briefs to boxers nor the way he snores.

An ex-Floridian’s hurricanes Leann’s Random Thoughts This writer missed 26 years worth of hurricanes in Florida and moves to Alexandria. And then one, Hurricane Charley, heads straight for her old hometown.

Thousands of people are still living in trailers waiting for their new homes to be built, and here we are at the beginning of a new hurricane season…

Also Noted: Ole Miss grad, Lenwood Brooks, has just moved to DC “for good” and says he’s glad to be here but, in a post writes that he “must admit I’m starting to get a little annoyed with all of the motorcades that stroll around at all hours of the day and night. I’ve become numb to all the sirens.Sunlight over the Capitol is moving to Connecticut
Photo: 7th and E NW

Guys and things

The Waiting Kathryn on What is it with guys? (Read the comments, too.)

I am hoping some of you can offer an explanation for why men go to major efforts to get a woman’s phone number, then never use it.

It’s the little things in life A Silent Cacophony Our writer, a retired Army officer, finally experiences the longing of his movie dreams.

Now, everyone who knows me well knows that my all time favorite movie is The Exorcist, bar none. And yet I had never visited what is probably the most famous and important outdoor set of stairs in the world (well, okay, maybe, just maybe the Spanish Steps [Scalinata di Spagna] in Rome are just as famous).

A Great Hailstorm of Healing Grace’s Poppies Relationships and the need for healing.

This is a moment in my life unlike any I can remember and I’ve had a few dramatic periods of transformation in my 52 years, I really have. It’s not just the love radiating from every pore (“just?”) There’s also a tremendous amount of healing available everywhere I look, in the form of liberations from a host of burdens I’ve been hoisting for decades…..

My Dilemma Rock Creek Rambler Our writer received an offer letter today and weighs its merits. He’s looking for opinion on what is “a bigger than life decision.” My poem for DC Deep Thoughts by Jen Bivona This writer marks her 5th year of living in DC with a poem in nine stanzas. An excerpt:

There is no other city like DC where your GPA, where you went to school and what you do is the only conversation topics that people hold

You can go to the street vendor and get a cheesy FBI t-shirt in red, blue, pink or gold

Heat Wave Capital Weather DC is hotter than Guam this time of the year. Thanks to a stint in the U.S. Navy for that insight. This aside, Capital Weather is one of the most unique blogs out there. In this post, it offers a long list of links to stories about the Senate’s debate on the energy bill and rising emissions. It’s like I was never gone Don’t stop me now DC is a city of new arrivals who travel today with their blogs. From Cincinnati and “rural-ish” hometown, this writer arrives.

Everything in the house is going well, except for the fact that I don’t yet have a key, nor do I have my room (yet).

Also noted: D.C. in B&W:

Carriage House, Shaw. New blog: DCDLThe DC Chapter of Drinking Liberally. Politics and pub-crawls. The national site. How tourists experience DC: We stayed in Dupont Circle and I loved the energy of the neighborhood. I was envious of the people who lived there, being able to take advantage of a fabulous Farmers Market, then taking their Sunday paper and a grande mocha-whatever out on the circle to enjoy the park and the people watching. And if I’d been 15 years younger without kids, I think I’d have to seriously consider living in Georgetown. From 39 and Holding

Panda shots by NYC visitors, WhatISee. Food shots, too.

Photo: Eastern Market

DC Blogs: Bikes, buses and great guys

Class conflict, DC-style Her Ladyship Our writer is on a bus and looking down at someone in a BMW convertible and doesn’t like the way he is dressed. It’s a feeling shared by other bus passengers.

Just when I was thinking, “Man, those are dorky shorts,” the guy two rows behind me opens up his window and shouts out, “Hey! NICE SHORTS!” Everyone in the front half of the bus started snickering …

You live for the fight when it’s all you got I hate kit kats This post is one of the reasons why blogs are a joy to read. It’s lyrical and touching and begins this way:

Andrew was in heaven. He was at the Nationals game, snuggled in between two young women in the hard wooden seats, with a shockingly over-priced Bud Light in hand. Despite the late-afternoon heat bearing down on them and the fog of humidity sticking to every inch of skin, he was grinning like a kid in the cookie jar.

Donorcyclists Are Asking for It Jus Primae Noctis Our writer, an attorney and volunteer EMT, offers a first and third person account of a motorcycle accident Sunday at 15th and R. (I learned of this particular post from “Wear Your Helmet at davidgelles.com)

Sunday is my night to be in the ambulance, so it should come as no surprise that I was sitting on the bench seat en route to Georgetown Hospital last night. I was at the scene of a motorcycle accident ….

Indecision, Doubt and the Pursuit of Happiness Another Great Guy Going To Waste If you have never visited this Web site, please do. “Great Guy,” is one the most entertaining and creative bloggers around. But in this post, he writes about his life and career. Note to Great Guy: Your blog is proof that you are a creative director. Note to Readers: Make a point of scrolling down to some of his photos.

I’m at a point where I feel like I must make the next move. To put it simply: I loath it here: my job, this region I live in, my lack of any seemingly real career path. So change it.

DC bloggers on NYC E-Brechi and Soleil, Lune & Astrales Post from three separate blogs. Here’s fifteen reasons for liking NYC: SLA lists 10 E-Brechi list 5 Then there’s Circle V’s NYC trip. “I was so annoyed with the City that I just told the cabby to take us to the club he takes the most people to.” Also noted: A post, built on sources, which reports on an engagement party at a local watering hole for the brother of Hilary Clinton. It’s on A Blog Mainly About Food, and it’s called: Hey, That’s My Bar. Proof from DCSOB on why DC mayoral wannabe Adrian Fenty needs a copy editor. Grammar.police has news about his upcoming Smithsonian blog project.
Photo: Kennedy Center Monday night

DC Blogs: Pride and other notes

Happy Pride? More Than My Luggage This weekend was Capital Pride, its 30th anniversary. Some reflections on its meaning.

… in Washington, DC, does Pride even really matter? There’s a lot of gay people here, and we function pretty darn well in society. Is there really so much of a need for us to reaffirm our existence in a city that doesn’t seem all that terribly hostile to us?

Also, read the comments to this post. From one writer:

I think Pride festivals have an even greater relevance today, even here in DC. The right is taking increasingly bold steps, cloaked in religious rhetoric, to eliminate gay folk from participating in the public agenda, trotting out such old chestnuts as the “special rights” arguments.

And: Pride weekend, by all about trey. Diary writes: PRIDE is 30, just like me
Parade photos on the Tiffiny Blog Putting the “Miss” in Miscreant Manda-Land Former DC resident has an experience in NYC that prompts her to recall some of the people she saw on the streets in DC. Such as:

Walk from Washington Circle to Georgetown on M Street, and you would invariably run into Mr. Show Me the Money Man. He had a large cardboard arrow lit with X-mas lights that he would violently, aerobically point toward the empty bucket in his other hand, yelling, “Show me tha MONEY!” God forbid you were out on a date.

Madame Defarge Errant Apostrophes A report from a meeting of the DC Stitch and Bitch.

….So, when I read that their meeting would be in Logan’s Circle, I was all over that. It’s not too far from work, so it would be convenient to get there and one of the other girls at work also knits, so we decided to go together.

The only problem was that they fired her at work yesterday.

Finding housing via Craig’s list One glass, one song, one man Grad student turns to Craig’s List for housing help and discovers politics is as important as location.

Because living with another person is intimate, and because D.C. is a very opinionated and politically high-pitched city, many who advertise for a roommate are upfront about their orientation and personality…

Text/Subtext Sueandnotu What is said and what is meant at lunch. There’s the actual conversation, and our writer’s take on the conversation. This lunchtime scene is set this way:

On my lunch break, enjoying a savory empanada at an outside table where seating is tight. Eating slowly so I can linger longer and enjoy the book in which I amimmersed. A young man walks up and asks if he can use the extra chair at my table, as no others are free.

Photo: Capital Pride scene