Category: District of Columbia

Today’s rallies

You can tell from their expression that some of the people with backpacks walking south on Fourteenth Street NW aren’t local. And they’re walking towards the White House or Mall. Coming back from the post office, a whirring mass of DC’s Finest blazed by. I think I’ll have to stand against the War in Iraq,… Continue reading Today’s rallies

Cable access #1

DC has some wonderfully freaky religious cable access broadcasting, so nothing new there. But I’m just slack-jawed. I read “ancient astronaut”/UFOs in the Bible stuff when I was a kid, so I should be used to this, but I’m not. But I love this stuff. The scene, a sound stage with talk-show chair and parlor… Continue reading Cable access #1

Five years

Today, I’m five years a Washingtonian. There’s a joke that you become a native a six years and a day — one day more than a Senator’s term; more a joke about national politics than living in the District — leaving me a year and a day. And that sounds like a felony conviction!

Da bomb

This is my one-time-only blog entry from work. When I got to my bus stop this morning, it was cordoned off with yellow tape. There were a bunch of police cruisers there and sealing off the street for more than a block in each direction. Bomb squad. “Suspicious package.” It took me forever to get… Continue reading Da bomb

DC Circulator is good

A little local note. The DC Circulator began operations today, and I think we have a winner here. It is essentially a simplified (no route numbers; two routes, intersecting at the Convention Center; flat $1 fare) and upscale (clean, airy, low-floor buses) bus route that should help tourists, intown workers, and folks like Hubby and… Continue reading DC Circulator is good

Code Green forever

Well, imagine that. The local TV news reported that the GAO said some monuments are “at risk of a terrorist attack.” Who wudda thunk? Seeing as we’ve been fed terrorism studies like a Strasbourg goose gets its lunch, I realized I’d gotten the message and resented the idea that we’re supposed to internalize it. I’m… Continue reading Code Green forever

Here, not writing

I’ve got curiously little to say. I’m mad but not manic about the state of the nation, and have little to comment on without raising my blood pressure. The squalid display of Capitol Pride has discouraged me from thinking DCs gays will ever do anything collective and constructive. I’ve decided to pour some emotion —… Continue reading Here, not writing

Gay pride before the fall

This weekend — unlike most Gay Pride celebrations which fall around June 28 — is DC’s time. Hubby and I live in the Semi-Ghetto, which doubles as one of the most pedestrian friendly living spaces in the metropolitan area. The rainbow flags are going up everywhere. The Painfully Liberal United Methodists are in the act.… Continue reading Gay pride before the fall

Feeling broken, car-free, and good ministry in DC

Not much blogging today: I’m at home with a pulled back and throbbing knees. A day in bed with Advil and a heating pad, grateful that there’s not memorial service to do or sermon to preach. (I’ve done both in great pain; it’s nice not being essential and on-call all the time.) En route to… Continue reading Feeling broken, car-free, and good ministry in DC