There is something about a curved door, I always imagine a butler would answer…


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“After much deliberation, I have decided that my favorite spot in DC would have to be my teeny tiny 300 sq. ft. studio apartment, which for an hour or two a day—depending on the season and current weather conditions—lights up like Studio 54. No matter my mood, seeing the sun reflected off my disco ball’s mirrored tiles always puts a smile on my face. How could it not?”




So on Saturday when I’m returning from my walkabout I start to hear music as I’m walking north on New Hampshire up to the Petworth metro station. I then see some balloons and become very curious. It turns out to be an Obama rally – Petworth style. So check out the video above for how we rally in Petworth. In case you can’t make it out he is singing “We gonna Barack the vote, we gonna Barack the vote!”. Awesome. Now check out the only Hillary supporters I encountered all weekend. And I must have walked easily 6 miles or so.

After the jump check out more photos from the Obama rally. Most are from Petworth but one is from 14th and U. (more…)


Alright, I unfortunately have another bizarre experience to recount and I’d like to know what you would have done in my place.  So on Sat. around 2ish I’m walking down 14th Street just north of U Street when I pause to write down some notes in my pad.  When I look up there is a kid probably around 15 or 16 who is shadow boxing right at me.  He is taking punches that are landing very close to my head and body.  I’m terribly confused at this point, so I’m looking quizzically at him trying to ascertain whether he is kidding around or just showing off for his friends.  But no, he is by himself and doesn’t make the slightest smile or give me any other indication that he is kidding.  So I continue to stare for a second, and he returns the stare with some more shadow punches and a very menacing look.  So finally, I decide just to keep walking.  But what I really wanted to do, was go right up in his face and say “What the fuck are you doing?” or “Do you have a problem with me?”  Or something like that.  But as usual, I grit my teeth and shake my head and just keep walking.  So what would you have done?


I don’t think I’ve ever seen a church for sale before. This actually makes me kind of sad because they are really good neighbors. They are very friendly and take really good care of their property, always raking or picking up garbage when necessary. So who buys a church? Do you think it will be bought by another congregation or turned into a house or what?


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