Hell yes. A peacock etching? I really do love this city.
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Author: Prince Of Petworth
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There is the band called Minus 5. They sing this song that has the following lyrics: “I had six white russians tonight, and two of them were people.” And I can’t get these lyrics out of my head. But I think I am ok with it. A very good band, by the by.
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This is a nice renovation on Park Road near the church off 16th Street. There used to be some pretty roughed up houses there. I think they did a fine job with this one.
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When I used to visit my Grandma in Hallendale, Florida there were condos like this all over the place. I think if I bought one of these near the 9:30 club I’d be pretty pissed there was no view of the intracoastal.
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So in the hierarchy of cool places to hang out, what is the order of balconies, porches, and roof decks. I guess roof decks have to be number one, yeah?
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I definitely think this is of the old school variety. Can you tell the difference between old stained glass and newer stained glass? What do you look for?
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I’m not sure if this is technically a mural, but I am sure that it is technically dope sky. This is the grate that covers one of the gyms on 14th and S.
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“While it’s not exactly inside my house, there is a special place in myheart for the trash can, on the corner in front of my house in Columbia Heights/Petworth-ish neighborhood. Last January, I received a citation from the Department of Public Works, sent via certified mail, indicating an alleged misuse of a public litter receptacle with a $75 fine. Attached to the citation was a “digital picture” of a piece of junk mail with my name on it in the trash can, and a photocopy of the evidence, I mean, envelope. Interesting. I learned that DPW employees are paid to go through the trash looking for identifying information (mail, dry cleaning receipts, luggage tags) so they can ticket residents for throwing away personal trash. Awesome that you can be ticketed for actually throwing trash away, never mind all the litter on the street and the dirty mattress next to the trash can. I did go to court, won the case (DPW was a no-show), and ended up at my real favorite place in my neighborhood, Wonderland’s patio, for a sweet celebratory happy hour. Moral(s) of the story: 1) Don’t put anything with your name and address in a public trash can in DC.
2) If you are the vindictive type and want to get back at someone,
this seems to be a fantastic method. 3) DC has some silly rules. 4)
Wilco rocks.”