I can’t stand texting. What the hell do people obsess about it for? You can’t convey emotion over a text and it is a pain in the ass to punch out all the damn words. But everyone loves it, even some of my friends who are generation x. Nobody uses the damn cell to talk anymore. I know I sound like I am 86 years old, but first we lost the art of letter writing and soon we are going to have lost the art of being able to speak on the damn phone. So explain to me the appeal of the text message. Because you don’t have to think? It is instantaneous? It requires no courage in certain circumstances? Or am I just completely out of it?


I don’t like to make light of funerals. But permit me this one exception. Isn’t it weird to see a lead funeral car flying a funeral banner and two Redskins flags? Unless the deceased was a huge fan, I’d have to say this is kind of wrong. It’s not like the Redskins flags are soldered on, they clip right off. And it wasn’t even a game day.


Look, I can stop putting up wind chimes anytime I want. I just happen to like the soothing sound of chimes crashing into one another on windy evening. So is that so wrong? Alright, I don’t like to judge but isn’t it well known that one is generally not supposed to display more than three wind chimes at a time? Isn’t that in a statute somewhere?


The bodega (yeah, I said bodega) across the street from the Petworth metro has Ethiopian Wine for sale. Has anyone bought some? I’m definitely going to check it out. So for a bonus point in what modern day country was wine first made? The answer to that question is one of the few remaining details I can recall from college wine tasting class. God bless Miami University, Ohio for offering that course!


This is a perfectly nice house on its own but you can see in the background that they were able to tastefully hide a pop up. So what do you think, is this a well hidden pop up or an eyesore?


Looks like one of those old British public pay phone booths. What do you think cool or kitchy?


Not sure if you can tell from the photo but there is some sweet stained glass in the circle. Plus you got to respect the red door. I don’t even want to paint it black.


“My DC photo cache is undoubtedly small, as I’ve only lived here a short time. However, it is with great pride that I send to you a picture of a DC location very near and dear to my heart: Capitol City Brewing Company.

Just one month after moving from Maine to DC, I chanced upon a CCBC and within a week I was making daily pilgrimages to quench my thirst and knowledge of beer.

Indeed, I am a beer lover but not an alcoholic. Yes, I do have other hobbies other than beer – it just happens to be my day job is all. I am a brewer at CCBC. I get to play with the kettle, mash tun, and the finest ingredients on earth: malt, hops, yeast, and 100% pure, unpasteurized DC water. The best part of my day is standing in the brew house with the malty aroma of the mash clearing my nasal passages and pores. In fact, the attached picture is a James’-eye-view of the brew system right before I take my daily morning dip in the 150 degree malty water.

This DC location holds a commodity more valuable than the National Treasury’s papers. What did the colonists drink when their dirty water gave them tapeworms? beer. What did our founding fathers drink while drafting the Constitution? beer. And what brewery proudly wears its DC name on its sleeve? Capitol City Brewing Company.

I rest my case and go to sleep dreaming of Jeff Tweedy.”


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