The Annual Library. I’d never heard of this before. It is near the Mall downtown not too far from the WWII memorial. Very sweet. The pictures don’t totally do it justice.
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Author: Prince Of Petworth
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I was taken with the wood structure up top. And upon closer inspection you got to respect the decals on the bottom as well.
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Sadly as I mentioned earlier I’ve misplaced my notepad so I don’t have the locations for all the photos I took last weekend. Nevertheless I think this one is from 16th St. south of U. I believe it’s actually a foundation, perhaps PETA but I’m not 100% sure. At any rate the details on this spot are fantastic.
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Brookland Cafe is located at 3740 12th Street, NE. Just received the photos and press release. Anyone check them out yet?
Full press release after the jump. (more…)
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It seems that there is a resurgence in interest in Julia Child’s life.
“Dear PoP,
I had heard that Julia Child used to live in Georgetown. Any idea where she lived?”
I found a picture of her house on a Web site called The Humble Gourmand here. You have to click on the small photo to enlarge it. But here’s a google street view:
I could see the number 2706 and did another google search and found out that it is located at 2706 Olive Street, NW:
So is anyone going to see the movie?
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“My perfect little attention slut. The best pound puppy ever, Létha loves everyone and everything. When not stealing tennis balls from other dogs at the Columbia Heights Greenspace, she spends her free time trying to eat chicken bones off the street and watching the kids play soccer down at Harriet Tubman Elementary – only because she wants to join in the fun. If (more like when) you get her excited, she’ll spin in enough circles that even you’ll get dizzy!”
“Here’s Allie–the premiere pet in PoPville! Adopted from Noah’s Ark, a no-kill shelter in Northern New Jersey, Allie has become the peanut butter to my jelly in the nearly 3 years I’ve had her. Her previous owner declawed her, leaving her with these funny little paws–but that doesn’t stop her from filling her primary role as “The Water Thief.” Sure, she has her own bowl of fresh water, but your water just tastes better. Leave for a minute and she’ll find a James-Bond-like way to drink from your cup. This “talent” along with her funny, chirping meowing style makes her the ideal candidate for the Coolest Cat in PoPville :)”
“This is Loki. He’s both sensitive and strong.”
Ed. Note: Submissions have been closed. No more entries will be accepted at this point. Sorry for the confusion – all pets received before the deadline will be posted, of course. No NEW submissions will be accepted.
The cats are not competing against the dogs. There will be 5 dog, cat and “other” finalists that will each compete in their own category. We’ll have a poll in each category to select the winner. Using the comments section for these posts will help me select the 5 finalists for each category. You can see all the entries here. Please see after the jump for more entries. (more…)
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It is impossible to look at this photo from Mrsgisele without smiling.
Submit your photos via email or to the PoPville flickr pool here.
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This home is located at 2030 R Street, NW:
The flier says:
“Completely renovated January 2008! Designed for modern living. Spectacular 19th Century Victorian on large corner lot! This magnificent jewel offers 6,000 sq ft of living space with 5 levels, large roof terrace, elevator, security system, speaker system and 2 outdoor parking spaces. One block to Dupont Circle Metro, Shops, Restaurants, Phillips Gallery; all in the heart of the Diplomatic District.”
More info found here and a virtual tour found here.
Wow. Yeah. Wow. Not much more I can say about this one. I’ve walked by this a few times on my to the Phillips Collection and I just assumed it was split into condos. How does this one rank among house porn posts? It’s yours for $3,900,000.
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Here’s another spot that I’ve always been curious about – Kalorama Deli & Grocery located at 1682 Kalorama Rd, NW. Here’s a sample of the menu:
I know I can probably just look this up but what’s scrapple? Some sort of pork dish? So, any fans of this spot?
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The following was written by PoP contributor, Charles
You don’t actually have to be much of a bluegrass fan to really like bluegrass festivals. Half the fun is putting as much psychic distance between yourself and the city as seems possible without a plane ticket or a passport. Pitching a tent on the banks of Shavers Fork and watching bluegrass on a hand-built stage, surrounded by green mountains and the sort of people who find your DC plates exotic enough to start up a conversation does that quite nicely.
But the music is pretty good, too. I am no bluegrass expert, but one of the most memorable musical moment I’ve ever had came a couple of years back at “Li’L Margaret’s Bluegrass and Old Time Music Festival” when a heavy-set blind guy named Michael Cleveland threw down against a skinny kid called Patrick McAvinue and they tore the place up with just a couple of fiddles and a stand-up mic.
We didn’t see anything quite that astounding last weekend, at the “Pickin’ in Parsons (West Virginia) Celebration of Bluegrass and Hillbilly Music,” but we caught most of the 15 acts that played over three days and barely heard a bad note. Every now and then one of the better known acts, like Rhonda Vincent & The Rage or Randy Waller and the (next generation of, apparently) Country Gentlemen seemed a little slick. But the music was fun and heartfelt and occasionally brilliant, in a setting that’s the mountaineer equivalent of the smoky bar where you caught Nirvana just before Nevermind came out.
It’s mostly the music, but it’s not just the music. Apparently there’s redneck Borscht Belt, also in the mountains but several hundred miles south of the Catskills, and the one-liners are unrelenting. Karl Shiflett in particular seems to be trapped in an old Hee Haw rerun (“My fiddler got on the airplane and set down next to a preacher….”), and what’s up with the weird faces and that thing he does with his leg? But his playing makes up for his corn. And outfits like the Hillbilly Gypsies and the Tennessee Mafia Jug Band are clearly out to have as much fun as you are, and if that means a few groaners in between truly impressive picking (and, with the Gypsies, the hottest hillbilly girl in America singing murder ballads), well, it’s just a way of reminding you that all this talk about culture and tradition is nice, but we’re here to have a good time. Continues after the jump. (more…)