Growing Up Breda
On the Metro home last night, I offered up a prayer of thanks to the dark commuting gods because I scored an empty seat and a fairly empty car. But the commuting gods are fickle. I got the crazy car.
On the Metro home last night, I offered up a prayer of thanks to the dark commuting gods because I scored an empty seat and a fairly empty car. But the commuting gods are fickle. I got the crazy car.
I was on this great streak where I programmed front page articles a week in advance, then sat around and pretended to be surprised when they appeared as scheduled. Gosh, that Nacho! What a prolific and amazing writer! Well, that’s all over now. I’ve temporarily (and voluntarily) entered into a “compressed” schedule at my day […]
I’ll throw in on the Murky Coffee thing, which has dominated the DC blogs I subscribe to.
I don’t mind the hordes of people. The busy city environment is easy to deal with. There’s a certain defeatism that settles in and allows you to just shut down and shuffle along with the herd. But DC isn’t a busy city. It’s a glorified, self-involved, hateful little town. My fellow commuters make me wonder […]
I can be found, quite often, defending DC. Born and raised, so you can’t blame me. But, sometimes, it can be a little difficult. I point a finger now at the Washington City Paper, our alleged “alternative” weekly written by ultra-snooty white suburbanites who can’t quite spell DC.
I took in a show at DAR Constitution Hall last night and was stopped by security for a bag search, because I walk around with a backpack all the time. Yes, it’s a man purse. And, yes, it’s mostly empty, which makes the habit a little upsetting whenever I really think about. I say mostly […]
I read today that the Pope will announce seven new deadly sins when he visits DC next month. I learned all about the original sins in school but, really, the only thing I remember is from the movie. Which is why I propose the Vatican should fund my sequel to Seven. Don’t pull punches, either. […]
I haven’t stalked a girl lately! Or so I told myself on the ride to work today. We’ve got a dose of early spring – 70 down here in the city and everything feeling fresh and exciting. Except for the bus, the train, and my office building, where the heat’s still on. But, at least, […]
The MARC train. I’ve lived on the Maryland side of suburban DC my whole life, and I have no idea what MARC stands for. (Nor do I care.) It used to be the “Maryland Rail Commuter Service” when I was a kid, and then it became the MARC system. I think it’s “Maryland Area Rapid […]
Because I do nothing at work, I have plenty of time to obsessively keep up to date on a handful of useless blogs. One is the DC Traveler. It’s both pretentious and informative! The “insider’s travel guide” that rarely strays from the tourist path.