"I don't know if we could put Ben's Chili Bowl on there," he mused.

Man, this quarter story gets better every day. I think this is the best Washington Post article ever, and not just because it merits a 'top news' linking address:

"We get snubbed, disrespected, belittled, forgotten, overshadowed and minimized in every way," said WTOP radio political commentator Mark Plotkin, a virtual thesaurus of how the city is disparaged, denigrated, underrated and calumniated.

"At least we'll be on the quarter," he said. "There's so much more to go. But it's a metaphor for our status, our standing in the world."

Succinct.

Fenty said the selection of the design would involve "maximum resident input." In a city where activists have launched their own Olympic curling team and tried to get RFK Stadium renamed Taxation Without Representation Field, there is no shortage of ideas.

Elegant.

Happy Friday everyone!


I'm listening to:
David Bowie- Low

JZ is the new president of the ANC!

He's got his work cut out for him:


I'm listening to:
(I am nothing if not predictable)
DJ Danger Mouse- The Grey Album

I’ve been absent. In the meantime I've somehow lost the capacity to post links.

I read the most beautiful sentence yesterday in James Woods' review (1) of Pevear and Volokhonsky's translation of War and Peace that I've been looking forward to since 2005 (2).

To live is to build a ship and aharbor at the same time.

It's as lovely when the phrase is completed: To live is to build a ship and a harbor / at the same time. And to complete the harbor / long after the ship was drowned.

I think the whole text is here (3), though I'm not sure yet.

Sending out all my love.

http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2007/11/26/071126crat_atlarge_wood?currentPage=1
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2005/11/07/051107fa_fact_remnick
http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2006/10/ship-and-harbor.html

dumb luck

I'm beginning to feel a little like the Martin Short character Pure Luck, he of the sit-on-the-single-broken-chair-in-a-room and habitually-lost-and-smashed-luggage. I had a rental car for 5 days in PE and now for 24 hours at home. In those 144 hours I've had: one flat tire at dusk on a sketchy road, one break in, one speeding ticket, and now, one rear window explosion. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Ice Cream

Continuing in my tradition of inflicting obnoxious songs on my friends in the hopes that by being inside your head they won't be in mine, may I present Ice Cream by Muscles.

Thank you and you're welcome.