Ah, that day when my friends Sara and Lance and I went to the Hirshhorn gallery to see the Laurie Anderson exhibit, and turned around to discover that we were being followed by… Laurie Anderson.

Ah, that day when my friends Sara and Lance and I went to the Hirshhorn gallery to see the Laurie Anderson exhibit, and turned around to discover that we were being followed by… Laurie Anderson.

I never realized that my little neighborhood — Shirlington, a little area in South Arlington just outside Washington, DC — was a hip, happening spot for politicos, but Wonkette points out: Dick Gephardt was [more...]
We all sat and watched, anxious. We wondered if we had the right supplies. We asked ourselves if our windows were sealed properly. And we marveled at how pretty it all was. The “blizzard of 2003” that hit [more...]
Since I moved back to Northern Virginia (a fact that may surprise new readers as the last “regular” blog post before the great Tweet purge was written from Northern California; but I digress) I’ve been [more...]