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


Sex, lives and politics in DC Desperate in DC These posts, written in the form of back-and-forth letters, real, fiction or composite we can’t tell, are viciously entertaining. The writers are “C” – a “liberal, thirty-something lawyer and married mother of four,” and “P” “A conservative, thirty-something PR consultant and married mother of two.” They describe their effort this way: Desperate in DC is a web log devoted to the dark, seamy underbelly of life in Washington DC. From the cutthroat competition to get one’s child into private school to the endless (and dreary) round of fundraisers that constitute a happening social life in this town, we intend to expose the absurdity and humor of it all.

I’ve had a most distressing encounter involving a woman who, I seriously believe, may be the cause of our civilization’s precipitous decline. Or at least my own little corner of it. – from The Bitch is Back.

Interesting encounter K Street Blues Our writer is on his way to Café Saint-Ex via Rosslyn Metro when several 20-somethings with a video camera and on a “scavenger hunt” approach him. The Metro station is busy. There’s crowd of school children nearby. We pick up the report: “Well, we have to get a video of us rubbing a guy’s chest.”

“Rubbing a guy’s chest?”
He nodded. Three Up, Three Down Not-For-Profit-Dad If he can stay awake, this dad has a good line-up of concerts to attend. There’s some interesting music tips here. But first:

…the kids have taken to an interesting pattern of sleeping through the night for three nights in-a-row and then popping up at various sundry hours of the night for the next three nights in-a-row. They then go back to sleeping through the night, and so on and so on…

He’s just not into you? It’s the other way around, honey. Blackberry Debutants. The six stages of getting over him.

Stage 1: The pivotal moment. Usually brought on by conduct unbecoming of a decent guy….

Mall Rats Church of the Big Sky This writer catalogs a growing list of weird behavior at Bethesda-area malls and thinks online shopping is the way to go.

Don’t ask me why, but the shopping malls in Bethesda, Maryland appear to have become a magnet for messed up behavior.

Also noted: The blog, Your Mind Better Be Blowing and Soon, is “a daily photolog of adventures in search of street art, graffiti, architecture, and forgotten areas of New York City and elsewhere. In this post, elsewhere is DC and there’s some nice photographs of the work by the increasingly ubiquitous “Borf.” A post from ANC 4C09 Commissioner Joseph Martin on Petworth News on the importance of increasing the volume of calls to city officials, if problems such as parking enforcement, illegal dumping, sidewalk repair, and many other issues, are to be quickly addressed. He writes: Given that, I urge residents to consider setting up ‘telephone trees’ on your immediate blocks to use for responding to problems in your areas.

New things and old nightmares

Soviet America Articulatory Loop This link will take you to a photo of a poster seen on a MARC commuter train, our writer reports. It is national security themed and is eerily reminiscent of Stalinist-era propaganda. It’s a red flag about our nation’s direction. Or, as this blogger puts it, “this picture pretty much sums up the new “National Security…” There is a long list of comments.
DC Blogs Update: We now wonder whether this poster is a clever social protest.

The Fun in Dysfunctional Beauty and the Beltway Family dynamics and modern medicine combined and artfully told here. It even comes with a disclaimer.

As some of you know, I haven’t been feeling very well lately. Yesterday, I had a lengthy doctor’s appt. and an MRI which, was fun esp. the hypodermic injection. For those of you who haven’t known me for my entire adult life allow me to explain.

This Entire Entry Is One Long Sentence

Amalah This is one of the best bloggers anywhere. A sentence that’s a joy to read. Here’s a small part:

… and then I got further hassled by some little old man who kept asking me for a jumpstart in the Metro parking lot and wouldn’t take no for an answer and said he had a heart condition which, great, I have a pregnancy condition….

The end of O Street SE

By the Bayou What DC’s new baseball stadium will mean for one area.

In my 8 years in Washington I think I ventured down to O Street maybe four times. Just not my scene, especially given the assorted taxi rides required. But you just needed to say “O Street” and everyone knew what you meant …. (The Washington Post report on this.)

Woman in Pink Hello World Our writer is in Adams Morgan with friends enjoying water-ices.

I decided to get rid of the sweet ichor, and started to pour it onto the sidewalk, when suddenly a voice cried out, “No!” The plaintive yell came from a woman in pink ….

Metro PR Campaign DC Sleeps Alone Tonight. A blistering anaylsis of Metro’s effort to counter the Washington Post series on the state of Metro:

Now, I usually think these things are funny (have I told you about the Fast Food Coalition that is trying to “undo” the harm caused by the documentary film, “Super Size Me”?). This one made me very nervous.

Also noted:

Pinot Grigio recommendation by Off the Eaten Path. This is “the first official post for Off The Eaten Path,” and involves a wine purchased at Best Cellars at DuPont Circle.

An intern records his experiences in DC, including his second day at work, which includes a briefing at the White House conference center and a Potbelly’s recommendation. Journeys with Jrod. This post is called “Another day down…
Photo: Eastern Market, to the right of the flea market entrance.

DC Blogs noted

Reconnecting Eileen’s Journey to Enlightenment Sometimes a blog post is so seemingly personal I’m reluctant to provide a link. It doesn’t matter that they are anonymous. But, conversely, these posts can also be viewed as life-affirming acts, perhaps therapeutic or written for the purpose inspiring others. Regardless of motive, people who write about the challenging issues they face are authentic and effective voices. This post was written by a woman who traveled to DC on business. DC is only a backdrop in this story but an important one. Some of what DC offers, especially the Holocaust museum, helped this writer. This post is frank and deals with difficult issues. I’ll leave it at that. Click on the link for the rest.

So after much reflection I have come to a number of decisions. The first is to reconnect with the spiritual source that guides and enriches my life. By trying to keep balance for my family, I have lost my own internal balance.

Our last adoption event Kristielicious At a dog adoption event this writer wants to make sure that “Bruno” ends up with the right family. It’s not without a fight.

I told the VP that I didn’t like them. I told him why. He said that he wanted to give the dog a chance” even though my problem was not at all with the dog, it was with the people. The VP told me to sign the paper. I just looked at him. He told me to sign it and have the secretary do a third interview. So I did.

Quota In Shaw The drug dealers have been starting their business earlier than normal. Is this a sign of a declining market? A perceptive analysis by this neighborhood writer.

… it is not like they can move in to another area without some costs and headaches, so they might stay put until the costs of operating on that block, outweigh the benefits…

What I learned after a week in DC Interning in the District New arrival in DC chronicles his adventures and offers a list of the “top five things I learned after a week in DC” that nontheless tops out at eight. Including: “Peanut Butter and bread is a breakfast food.” Also noted:
A well captured and artful photo of a cat by Information Leafblower, titled, Gotcha. Remembering the 1970s, Watergate, Deep Throat, and sitting at the same Dupont Circle café frequented by Carl Bernstein. The View From Me. New DCeptette. If the DCeiver isn’t one of your regular DC blog reads for some reason, then check out this post. The “moving gate” photo, especially, is side-splitting. DC Food Blog reviews Bistro Italiano, Capitol Hill. “I highly recommend the pizza. It’s exactly what you want your neighborhood pizza place pizza to taste like.”

Ducks are saved, tree is not

Ducks in the road Suburban Lesbian Our writer witnesses the rescue of a duck family.

Movement on the highway median catches my eye. I see a family. A family of ducks! Mommy and six little babies. “Oh! Baby ducks! How cute!” are my first thoughts. Then I think, “Holy shit what are those ducks doing in the middle of the road during rush hour?” I cringe. My mind races through possible outcomes. None of them are good.

Do I know you? All about trey An unusual encounter at a 20th high school reunion. A woman comes up to Trey and asks: “Do I know you?” We pick up the report:

“No, I don’t think I know you. I don’t think we had any classes together.” I replied.
“Fine, then get out of my way, I want to find people I know.” She said as she bumped into me slightly as she worked her way to the next group of people.
Ah yes reunions. Aren’t they a blast?

Tree returns Failed Southern Lady Could you keep from laughing if you were stuck behind this shopper?

People, do not try to return dead trees to Lowe’s. All of us stuck in line behind you know you left those things in your garage for 2 weeks with no light or water. And now you want your money back…

Saturday night Grateful Dating DC is home to many analysts laboring in government agencies attempting to connect the dots on everything from weapons of mass destruction to federal spending. This writer is a dating analyst, but her report ends inconclusively.

I liked this guy, but I wasn’t getting a vibe from him. He had sad eyes and listened to my stories but he didn’t talk much. I said, “You just don’t seem interested.”
“You need to get over your self-hatred problem.”

Also noted:
Best. Lunch. EVAH” a report about lunch in the French Embassy by Her Ladyship.
Considering the heat, this Soy frozen desert recommendation has perfect timing: “I can’t believe it’s not ice cream,” by The Tiffiny Blog.
Frozen Tropics photo of 13th & Wylie at Night. One comment on this moody shot: “You are brave kiddo! Please be careful.” The response: “We’re talking Wylie, not Queen. Wylie is a lot safer than it is used to be. To be honest, it’s looking pretty good these days.” Photo: The view from the Georgetown Starbucks on M, Sunday noon

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Babbling Brookland Non-fat latte liberal This writer is out on his porch drinking a Guinness. He chronicles, and be warned it’s in stark language, what he witnesses. He also writes about his neighborhood Brookland, and finishes with a report about something that sounded like firecrackers.

… as I was reading Balloon Juice. I heard a cadre of black cat firecrackers go off. Kept reading. Wait. Those weren’t black cats. People don’t light black cats at this time of year. Oh, no.

DC-Streets photo humor Million Dollar Sue Sueandnotu This writer goes to a boxing coach for the first time and discovers she’s a natural. “This is the awesomest news I have ever received.” Whose Birthday is it Anyway? Damsel in DC The writer, Crazy Miss J, has a writing style similar to the Financial Times, sharp and crackly, without the investment advice.

What a busy day! It was my 25th birthday, which is very exciting. It is the day for me to be “Queen of the World.” I embarked on getting my license (only an hour and a half, great). However, since my car was broken down (more on that later), it turns out that I was unable to drive anywhere, so I relied on my crazy dad and his new squeeze Lucretia.

More neighborhood reports Urban Pioneer? What is a citizen journalist? A report from a local Advisory Neighborhood Commission meeting.

…as usual it was packed full of entertainment. ANC meetings are notorious in DC, but my ANC takes the cake. From full on fistfights to police being called to “eject” citizens it has all happened at my local meeting.

Tourist report In the Middens How visitors see DC:

The Rotunda took my breath away. If any room had been constructed to evoke awe and humility, this was it. It soars upward in an amazing feat of architecture and construction, especially considering when it was built. We stood in the center, where people are lain in state, and gaped like the most naive tourists.

Cops, Wifi, and other DC Blogs of note

Eyewitness report: PD drama Little pink flower Here’s the story of a couple, longtime DC residents, on the verge of moving to Ohio. But this week they got caught up in a nearby police action. Here’s a small part of this dramatic post:

…Before I could formulate my next thought, the police were yelling at us to get away from our car and get back from the immediate area. I freaked out, yelling that we had our baby in the car and needed to get her…

Neighborhood Hacker Watch? Where Is My Mind This is one strange story. Our writer hunts for apartment and finds one in Mount Pleasant. That’s the first part of this well-written post. But later he’s sitting outside his “potential new apartment” in his car with laptop open when a middle-aged guy starts banging on his car window and accuses him of hacking. We pick up the report:

… he shouted, “If you don’t turn that damn thing off, I’m calling the cops. I know what you’re doing, you’re breaking into networks.” I was, of course, taken aback and stammered out something that resembled, “No I’m not. Not at all.”

Click on the link for the rest. But you have to wonder what’s going on in Mount Pleasant to trigger this WiFi weirdness. A follow-up post tells of a successful apartment hunt.

An Internet Challenge Soleil, Lune & Astrales Our writer asks: Is the Internet creating a lazy, pathological society? This expansive and clever post catalogs the problems and suggest a recovery plan in the form of a challenge:

For an entire week, spend a maximum limit of 30 minutes online. Enough time to write the pressing blog entries and e-mail. At the end of the week, do you notice that you are more refreshed, less distractible, and more task focused?

Also Noted:
A very clever criticism of the Washington Times, “True Father haiku” by why.i.hate.dc Elephant & Castle: A review by dcfud. He writes: A friend jokingly glanced around for something distinctly or even stereotypically British—soccer on the television, perhaps—and came up with little. Social blog reporter DC Blogs wrap: The DC social blog phenomenon is gathering momentum, popularized by the Washington Socialites, which ostensibly closed their blog yesterday. But its leader, KAC, is behaving as the Obi Wan Kenobi of the bloggy world, with posts that appear and disappear from her site, reports the Butterfly Network. And then there’s Wonkette’s take. A new blog arrival, cleverly named, with an attractive design, is the Blackberry Debutantes. They write: “A bipartisan tale of two girls taking on the District…

…one native, one newcomer. One Democrat, one Republican. One blonde, one brunette. What these two young single ladies in the District share, however, are mutual loves and desires. Desires for a good strong drink, a BlackBerry, Lilly Pulitzer, and a love for Breakfast at Tiffanys, for Seth Cohen and Andy Roddick,and for the city of Washington, DC.

Another arrival, the Miami Skin Party, comes with “A very liberal view of DC’S party life and wanna be divas” also has suggestively steamy art. Our author, whose real occupation is in “high speed aluminum transport,” writes:

A culture shocked young professional Miami native that moved here four years ago and still can’t figure out why everyone is so stuffy, why the girls love Jeans so much, and why there are so many unhappy daters and wanna be Paris Hiltons

And there’s this photo of the Cleavage Park Grrrls Club.

Photo: Reagan Center

A DC loss: Washington Socialites

One of DC’s great blogs shuts down Washington Socialites There is a post on the site from Kelly Ann Collins that says, in part: Just a little note to let you know that I am shutting down “the blog” to free myself up for life’s next adventure!” Initial blogosphere reports are light on the reasons for this closing. That won’t last. As DCist observes, “Answers are sure to emerge quickly in the blog world.” This was an extraordinarily creative site, very original and it just burst with energy. It was one of the best blogs in the U.S., in my opinion, and it illustrated what some smart, hardworking people – and that site had to have taken a lot of work – can accomplish. A girl in DC offers a toast: If you are reading this then you know what it means, you are familiar with the witty stories and the charities and the inside information on the DC scene. The Cleveland Park Men’s Club comments: Washington, DC is asking itself what it will do without the hottest socialite gossip/news/nightlife site in town??? Bathroom rankings Oh the places I peed You can determine whether a DC area bathroom is a go or no-go with the help of this new blog. Our blogger, a woman, is reporting on the conditions of public restrooms and ranks them on a scale of one to 10, with a ranking of one being a “cement hole in the ground,” and 10, “posh.” It’s not a long list, but it’s flush with promise. Battleground National Cemetery Sprite Writes Sprite rides her bike to this historic cemetery and endangered landmark. She offers a report with some riding tips.

It was beautiful. It was peaceful — as cemeteries inevitably are. But it was a little … decayed. The ceiling of the bandstand and the flagpole need to be repainted. The bronze plaques, located under trees, need to be cleaned. The flag needs to be replaced.

Why I Still Love DC The Daily Bulletin From Dating Hell Only incidentally about dating, this writer returns from a trip with a new resolution and appreciation for DC.

Today I sat down in the sunlight and watched as a big group of school kids improvised slides out of the smooth marble flanks of the top flight of steps, lifting their feet in the air and falling all over each other.

Vultures overhead Love, Love, Love This short post flows smoothly from birds to Bush.

The DC Metro area is currently facing a problem with -real- vultures. Flying overhead or eating stuff on the side of the road, the birds are here.

How to Date a DC Woman The Butterfly Network Ten frank pointers for those in need. Here’s one:

All women need a girls night out, just as guys do. Instead of chugging beer, playing poker, and talking about boobs, we choose to get our nails done, drink a few martinis, and harmlessly scope out cute guys at the bar. (Because we know when you aren’t with us you check out hot girls too.)

DC is a one-note town NYMetroette This is a, so far, one-post blog by a writer who moved to NYC from DC last year “after a 20-plus year exile in our nations capital.” She critiques this city and compares it to NYC.

Here are some of the many things NY has that DC will never have, regardless of the fact that it now has its own baseball team (which they almost lost due to the incompetent current mayor):Real diversity. DC is a segregated southern town.
African Americans live in Anacostia and East of Rock Creek Park and in PG county. Whites live in Northern Virginia and in the Northwest part DC as well as other ‘burban enclaves. There are parts of the DC metro area where enthnic groups live side by side, but it’s not typical. You will almost never have the dining experience in DC that I had last weekend in my neighborhood on the Upper West Side.

Also noted:
Deep throat revealed to be GW alumni, notes the writer of Sunlight Over the Capitol. This is a blog that details “the exciting adventures of a Cali girl in the midst of this great nation’s capitol.” She writes: “I love this town.”
Petworth Farmers’ Market opens June 4 through November 26! Our location is the fenced-in lot at the southwest corner of the Georgia & New Hampshire Aves. intersection (just south of the Metro). Source: Columbia Heights neighborhood blog.

Photo: Chinatown door

DC Blogs noted

Rolling Thunder Thunder Tales Vietnam fighter pilot, author and blogger Ed Rasimus of Colorado Springs was in DC for the Memorial Day observances. He writes of his visit. It’s a long post and a very good read.

The throaty roar of Harley-Davidson was everywhere. The bikers are older than most that you see in Middle America. These guys tend to be over fifty with gray hair, a lot of wrinkles, a few tattoos and leather vests that are festooned with Vietnam war unit patches, ribbons, medals and slogans. They reek of patriotism, not Pennzoil.

He also writes of the families he saw on the Mall, and of a reunion of group of fighter pilots at the Old Ebbitt Grill, which picked up the drinks. It’s long way from the reception that returning Vietnam veterans received in San Francisco, he writes.

Yep, you won’t see too much of it in the major newspapers. But, America is back. We’re proud to be Americans. We are the brightest hope in the world for a better life for all people. We’re big, we’re strong, and we’re loud and pushy. We’re Americans and we’re damned proud of it regardless of what you might have heard.

Settling sucks Mig’s Blog Spot A woman in Rockville, “Dartmouth grad, Internet junkie,” writes of relationship frustrations.

Have you ever just gone along with something because it was convenient and required little effort on your part? … Well, say hello to my current life.

Bananas Blogstretch An evening that includes the Bright Eyes concert begins with this scene at an Ethopian Restaurant in Adams Morgan. The post includes *actual dialog*, so click on through.

This guy was in his early 30s, wearing a short sleeve button up shirt with a swirly blue, green and yellow pattern all over it, and took a stance against the bar that showed off his tremendously large belly. That’s when he hit me with what I can honestly say is the worst pick up line I have ever heard.

Farewelling DC Pieces of our lives A post from a student who is leaving DC with some sadness. It’s a post with fellow classmates in mind but with themes that may ring true for most.

I wish you were here to share with me my final few days in DC, as a student. Remember how we all once were?

Galaxy Billiards report DirectCurrent This Silver Spring establishment has loud music, abysmal table service but great equipment.

The bartenders were excellent – – sharp gentlemen who would remember your name, your drink, and your table number. The food at Galaxy was typical of poolhall fare . . . a handful of soggy entrees vying for attention against a very broad assortment of deep-fried appetizers.

Spectacular views Amy’s Blog From a Baltimore visitor, there’s a long post that includes this insight:

There is a dirty little construction site right on K Street in line with the row of stores and restaurants. It is a huge hole in the ground littered with two-by-fours and a backhoe or two. It is cool because it is the one spot along K Street in Georgetown that is completely quiet and ignored on a Saturday night. And you can see the side walls of the buildings next to the site – bricks that probably hadn’t seen light in years, if not decades. Spectacular views, right?

Tourist reports Travelblog A report from one of DC’s many visitors:

one thing i have learnt about DC – monuments get boring really, really quickly. although bothering the security personnel at the white house by hanging around and looking suspicious is totally fun.

Also noted: DC residents continue to count on listservs for local information. DCist offers a report on those mailing lists. It notes, for instance, that the Cleveland Park list alone has 2,820 members. I’m out of here by Back of the Hill. New job in Boston. Rolling Thunder photos at Washington Socialites. Photo: Union Station. Taken Saturday.

Rolling Thunder

Dead Soldiers Grace’s Poppies

It’s not just the tourists and Vietnam vets arriving this weekend. This is Memorial Day, so of course all the dead soldiers are stirring: the ones who tend to linger here anyway, and others who feel unfamiliar — as if they’re arriving from elsewhere (odd, isn’t it, to think that even ghosts have their affinities for specific chunks of the landscape?)

There’s also a post about DC’s tourists, They’re here! Rolling Through Noticing Life
This is a powerful post; it starts off as below, an effective and disarming entry, that moves quickly into the heart of matters that disturb and haunt.

I walked into Rock Bottom Brewery at 9:30 last night with my husband and daughter. Looking for a table we walked past bikers in full colors. A few in wheelchairs. My husband took one look, screwed up his face, and gave a full on city “sniff.”

Rolling Thunder photos by Joe Tresh Cheering on I-95 The Dangling Conversation Rolling Thunder scene with photo from I-95 North:

About 30 miles from DC on I-95 I started to notice people gathered on every overpass of the highway. They were all waving flags, milling around on bikes and foot. I waved back to some through my roof, pretending the warm welcome was all for me …

Memorial Day, 2005 Retirement Days Ex-Fed writes:

Memorial Day is now the official kick-off to summer with long waits at the Bay Bridge for the trek to Ocean City. How long will the wait be for the more than 1,600 U.S. men and women killed in Iraq? Will the 20,000 U.S. soldiers who have lost eyes, arms, and legs enjoy the beaches like they used to do?

Birthday, 23 Beauty and the Beltway This blog writer, “The story of a Montana girl surviving life in the District,” turned 23 Sunday, and she writes:

DC has been taken over by the Veterans, and I don’t have to work, so I will probably just go to church and then come home, do laundry and watch a movie. After all, 23 isn’t exactly a landmark. Maybe I’ll walk to the fire hook bakery and get a Key Lime Tart and a candle so I can make my wish. After all it’s time for a new one, since the old one didn’t live up to expectations.

Rolling Thunder with Andre Liam and Arnebeth, here we go

slept lightly last night. a quarter of a million rolling thunder boys are grinding up and down the highway near the apartment…

In from Denver for spelling bee Nouveau Niveau Just arrived from Denver for the National Spelling Bee beginning June 1. Nouveau Niveau writes:

The Grand Hyatt is beautiful. I have been telling the kids, “This hotel isn’t designed for families. It’s *really* nice and there’s no swimming pool.” They have all been awed by how nice it really is… beautiful fountains, a grand piano on an “island” surrounded by water, a glass atrium-type ceiling that seems a mile high with this gigantic American flag hanging at the very top.

Tourist report: Clubs with Ma-moo Tubie Blair Who are the tourist? Tubie Blair from Atlantic Beach, Florida, for one and her husband to celebrate their fifth anniversary. But there’s an adventure, too:

Ma-moo drove us to this hole in the wall club in this random part of town, and we saw Bright Eyes. First off, Digital Ash sounded amazing live. It was way more intense than the CD. Conner is dramatic, he may not know it, but he is. …. After a few drinks I made my way over and we had a chat.

Photo: National Mall, Saturday