A 7 year old girl was shot at daycare this morning by an eight year old boy who brought a gun in his backpack, for reasons that no one can possibly comprehend.

I’m an advocate for gun rights, but stuff like this makes me seriously think twice about the whole thing. Guns don’t belong in childrens’ hands. Period. While I firmly believe that gun control means hitting your target, I don’t advocate this sort of careless behavior with deadly weapons that allow them to fall unsecured into the hands of eight year olds. This is certainly a tragedy and I hope will cause all people to think more about gun security and safety and education.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the families involved in this horrific tragedy.

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Need a ride to the airport? How about a taxi in Arlington? Well it’s Google to the rescue! They now have a new fancy-schmancy service for those who wanna see exactly where their ride is: Google Ride Finder for Washington, DC. With location data only for Super Shuttle and Alexandria Yellow Cab, it’s not that comprehensive yet.

Then again, if you’re waiting for DC cabbies to get GPS, just pray for meters first. Me, I wanna see Metro buses and trains in real time.

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The Washington, DC area is a popular landing place for members of the Pittsburgh Diaspora- the people who grew up in the Steel City, found that they didn’t particularly want to work in banking/education/medicine/biotech (the major industries that sprung up there after the closure of the steel mills), and left for greener pastures and better weather. Probably every 4th person I meet here is either from Pittsburgh, went to school in Pittsburgh, is dating someone from Pittsburgh, etc.

You can take the football fan out of Pittsburgh, but you can’t take the Pittsburgh out of the football fan, and with so many Pittsburgh expats here, DC is sort of like a colony state of the Steelers Nation.

So as a public service to my neighbors here in my adopted hometown, let me point you to a handy glossary of some sports terms you may hear bandied about as we Blitzburghers revert into the yinzer accents we’ve worked so hard to lose.

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Let’s say you want to try out this whole Internet dating thing. That you’re a little overwhelmed by Match.com and the likes of DCDomme. Then, if you were the shy but somewhat adventurous type, would you, by chance, pick your dating site by cardboard posters stuck in the ground, ala campaign posters?

I can see that in a political town like DC this could make some sense, but really? If the folks are too skittish, DC Singles, you actually think they’ll join your site if they see some street-side sign?

And wait until they check out your site – well if they don’t go to DCSingles.com by mistake that is. If they make it to the http://www.dcsingles.org/ they’ll be greeted by a long form to fill out.

A form that asks for an Evening Phone, a Daytime Phone, and the question: “What is the best time for us to contact you?” Contact me? Wait; is this a personal site or a telemarketing site? And why does a quick Google search bring up 174 other websites just like this one. You’re not helping me “Meet Verified Local Singles Now” that way!

No, everything about your site makes me think its cheap and sleazy – akin to Joe’s Fly-By-Night Telemarketing Business, Inc. And I’m not the only one creeped out either. I wonder if they’re any realtion to that sneaky Columbia Heights News?

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According to my trusty international holiday calendar, complete with lunar cycles, this Sunday is the first new moon and therefore the start of the Chinese New Year! 2006 is the Year of the Dog, and the celebration usually lasts for fifteen days.

The annual Chinese New Year Parade in Chinatown is next Sunday, February 5. Festivities are always a blast (fireworks at 3:30pm), with the lion and dragon dances a standout. The parade is a true delight, running from 2-5pm on H Street NW between 6th and 8th.

But if you’d like to kick-off the celebration this weekend, you can hit the Freer Gallery for a tour of the Arts of China. Meet at the information desk at 1:15pm this Sunday. Both the Freer and the Sackler make up the Asian Arts branch of the Smithsonian and always have fascinating exhibitions. Currently the Sackler is hosting an installation by Chinese-American artist Mei-ling Hom, “Floating Mountains, Singing Clouds,” while the Freer has “100 Years of Tea,” a showing of ceramics related to the tea ceremony.

And there’s always your own private tea ceremony at Georgetown’s Ching Ching Cha, the loveliest oasis in the city.

End the celebrations with the Chinese New Year Gala, held at the National Theater with a revue called “Myths and Legends,” which from the pictures alone looks to be worth a trip. It’s on February 16 and 17 at 8pm.

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Apparently we’ve officially morphed from the New Economy to the Fat Economy.

Which reminds me of an article I read recently in December’s Self magazine (yes, I admit, I voraciously read women’s magazines. Only in airports though. What else are you going to do waiting around in security lines?). It was their “6th Annual America’s Healthiest Places” issue, and I surprised to see DC rank as number 18 out of 100 overall, and number 3 in “Best Eaters” with this interesting tidbit noted – that women in DC eat an average of 19 salads per month.

Now, I’m not sure how scientific this ranking is (they do list Sperling’s Best Places as a source, among others) but it’s certainly intriguing, considering a lot of people probably think Washington is an artery clogging half-smoke porterhouse chili dog town. But perhaps the ladies are abstaining from that old-fashioned power diet. Is DC really a salad town after all?

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Rat-a-tat-a-tat… rat-a-tat-a-tat…

“Hmm, maybe there’s something rolling around on the roof,” I thought, mindlessly online shopping as the noise overhead became more and more insistent. But after ten minutes my ability to ignore and deny no longer worked. The noise was a definite scratching and pawing in the attic crawlspace. I had an intruder trying to get past the access panel in the ceiling.

My first thought was not to panic and keep it Disney. “Oh, it’s just a poor little squirrel,” I said to myself as my skin started to crawl. But as the scratching got more frenzied and the sound of my voice did nothing to deter it, I had to face facts that it was more likely our old friend, the scourge of DC residents, the ancient carrier of yersinia pestis, the rat.

Like many an urban dweller, we’ve had a rat problem before. Apparently it’s unavoidable when you have an old townhouse with lots of nooks and crannies for little critters to squeeze their way into. Our pest control technician told me not to fret, that it wasn’t a sign of my housekeeping slovenliness but simply a fact of urban life. “The worst rodent problems I see,” he said, trying to reassure me, “are in Georgetown. You know, where all the rich people live? Those people have housekeepers!”

So what do you do when there’s a rat trying to get into the warmth of your house, and eat it’s way through your bread supply? Well, you can call Animal Control, who will refer you to a trapping service. Or you can have a pest control company on contract like we do. Of course on Sunday you just have to wait it out until the next morning when you can cry on your technician’s shoulder.

In the meantime, city rodents don’t give a rat’s ass whether you shout at them “you’re not coming in here, you – big – jerk!” and don’t even get me started on how lame city housecats are as they yawn in your face when you beg, “please Violet, protect me!” (ok, she’s a traitor, but Jules has a good excuse ). So what do you do?

Stand under the access panel and hiss with all your diaphragmatic power. It stopped my intruder in its tracks.
But only for a while…

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I was sitting in my hotel room last night, wondering why I was seeing a flurry of activity in my Gmail box, was it catastrophe in DC? Was it mayhem and disaster?

Well, only if you’re an Orioles fan….

The O’s traded crazy closer Jorge Julio for crazy Kris Benson and his even craaaazier wife Anna. Anna, who promised she would engage in a clubhouse gangbang if Kris ever cheated on her. Anna, who refers to her breasts as “funbags”. Anna, whose decision to pose for Playboy essentially got Kris traded from the Mets. Anna, whom I bet would stand on the mound in fishnets and 4″ heels if the rules allowed. Anna, who was interviewed along side Kris on ESPN Radio, because she’s a bigger story than he is…

Hoo boy, what a season this’ll be.

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What are you doing today? Slacking? Well get off your bum – it’s a great day to get outside and be oh so DC. “How?” you ask? Well, by going ice skating on the National Mall!

While not as fun as Kickball on the National Mall, it does excite. Even the Zambezi makes folks giggle and smile, not to mention the high romance points you’ll be throwing down if you take the love of your life.

Me, I just have a few observations about ice to share:
– it can be very hard
– it can be very dry
– it can be very smooth
– it can be very rough
– it can be very hard

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… then this ain’t your day to read The Washington Post. Pretty exciting – I’ve never known someone whose picture was above the fold in a big newspaper before. Congrats Kate! I’m not shocked that you’re getting this attention, but I would have thought it would come from a show where you could exibit your amazing singing voice.

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The Hoyas did something today that no one else has been able to do all season: Beat Duke. Awesome. The Hoyas are unranked, but who knows how long that will last after this shocker. They’re 12-4 with this win, the Hoyas are still only in the middle of the Big East, as they’re just 3-2 in conference play, but they’ve got a schedule that pits them against conference foes West Virginia and Pitt at least one more time before the end of the season.

With six minutes left in the half, Georgetown took over the lead from Duke and never looked back. At halftime, they lead by 14, and while Duke battled back, they never regained the lead. Hot damn, Hoyas!

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So you wanna get out of town eh? And you have a bucket of Star Alliance frequent flyer miles you don’t know what to do with? Well United Airlines comes to the rescue!

United now has a frequent flyer award page just for you – and check this out: it lists 8 flight destinations from DC in January and 11 in February!

If you ever wanted to go to Phoenix (PHX), Mexico City (MEX), or Zurich (ZRH), this is your chance. Also, if you don’t live here, but in Amsterdam (AMS) or Austin (AUS), its time to visit!

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Everyday my bus passes by a slowly crumbling house on 11th Street, between S and R. An interesting house architecturally, it’s from a different era than the others surrounding it. That particular block is a melange of Federal houses, odd 1960’s duplexes, and a few hybrids being rebuilt from a fire that claimed parts of several houses a few years back. The house is a dirty shade of white, with a peaked dormer and an appearance vaguely Victorian by way of the Munsters. As houses in the block are rapidly bought and sold and fixed up, it remains resolutely untouched, seemingly abandoned. I’ve watched it progress from just empty-looking to the day a second floor window was broken. At first it was a small break, the size of a rock, then half the pane, then the entire window which we ended up replacing with the help from roller shutters Sydney who install wood shutters to protect the window.

There’s a famous and much debated theory of criminology called the “Broken Window Theory,” which in a nutshell supposes that small evidences of neglect lead to larger crimes in a neighborhood. So I began to wonder as I watched the window pane disintegrate over a few weeks whether or not this would lead to more vandalism. And indeed earlier this week I noticed a scrawling graffitti tag on the first floor window.

It’s a shame. I have no idea what the background of the house is, whether it’s truly occupied or not, though I will replace the window with a local contractor, click to see the website. The house’s neglect in the middle of so much renovation is a reminder that our much vaunted economic boom doesn’t reach everyone. Today’s bus ride greeted me with the sight of the upstairs window completely busted out, but a support beam crammed in. From another window I could see the back of the house has gaps. Perhaps someone is starting to work on it. Perhaps it isn’t entirely lost.

After all, for years I watched as the beautiful mansion of #1 and #2 Logan Circle fell further into neglect, only to see it restored to its former glory (well, if cutting it into condos can really replicate the glory of President Garfield’s son’s two-house original design).

So I can only hope for the house on 11th Street that your broken window was a wake-up call from the sleep of neglect, not a sign of more crimes to come.

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I’ve spent most of this week in Los Angeles working a conference with long hours, hard work, and we’re all pretty near exhaustion. I can’t think of one of us who wouldn’t rather be in DC right now, sleeping in our own beds, riding the Metro, getting a half-smoke at one of the ubiquitous downtown hotdog stands, wandering the wide boulevards that run throughout town.

LA is a constant mélange; strip malls, odd apartment buildings, hotels, offices, it all runs together in some sort of constant urban noise. I miss the lines of DC, the grid of the District and the familiar street names. Even the sunshine here and the warm weather, and the incredible sunsets, there’s something to be said for our distinctive neighborhoods, for our business districts, for our homey neighborhoods, or lovely, large parks.

I didn’t think I’d ever miss DC. I’m a California-native, born and raised in the fertile country between Sacramento and San Francisco and every inch a Californian at heart. I still root hard for the 49ers, and hard for the Oakland A’s, but I find myself following the Nationals, the Redskins, and even reading the occasional box score for the Caps. DC is a city full of transplants, with rare natives around to keep us all honest in claiming our adoptive city as home. Yet, I find myself desirous of seeing the Jefferson Memorial on the drive home, or gazing down Pennsylvania Avenue at lunch to see the Capitol.

Some things even California cannot offer, and that is the dignity and presence of Washington’s stately streets. The new West does not do stately, or majesty, in ways that the East can recognize. For that, I will always love my adopted home in DC.

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It’s Thursday night. It’s late. Maybe even 1am. You are drunk. You have a vague memory of the night. There were women present. None really talked to you, but they were there. You might have given out your card. You did dry heave in the cab. You probably can’t go back to the bar – something about trying beer pong, not Beirut on the fancy new ping pong tables.

Right, its coming back to you now, like sobriety will in the morning. It was the , DCist happy hour! Like the Metblog happy hour, you had a great time and got wasted. Maybe there were even other people involved! That would be a first.

No matter, you know you had a good time, you know you were cool; you know it was the DCist you imagined. You know it was almost rocking at the Metblog level, and you know you’d never be biased.

Yep, you know it’s was a damn good time. And why weren’t you there?

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I pondered posting earlier in the week about the blogfight going on between the WaPo’s ombudsman and Media Matters but decided it was a little too net-centric for us. I try to err on the side of caution there since I’m a high-order nerd and some of my obsessions are a little rarified.

This seems pretty wide-reaching, however. The Washington Post’s online division, washingtonpost.com, apparently caught so much ire from people unhappy with their ombudsman’s recent statements that they decided to turn off comments on the post.blog. While I’m sympathetic to having to deal with ugly comments – DC Metblogs gets the occasional crank and a fair amount of spam that has to be dealt with – it seems to me that you don’t respond to heated criticism by taking your ball and going home.

Particularly not when it’s over your ombudsman declaring she’s just not going to respond anymore. Maybe I’m not understanding m-w on this. “one that investigates reported complaints (as from students or consumers), reports findings, and helps to achieve equitable settlements”

Sure sounds like she should be responding…

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Have you ever wondered what was the geographic center of DC? Where you could stand and be equal distant from all the borders? Did you assume that was under the Capitol Dome, where the four quadrants intersect?

I have to admit, I never thought of it, maybe because I have a life, but apparently others have. Real geography nerds who count borders and markers. Guys like Andrew Wiseman who took the time recently to discern the exact geographic center of Washington now, and as originally designed.

Where are those two points, the pre-and post-annexation of Arlington by NoVA geographic centers of DC, you might ask? Well check out his post so I guess I am a geography nerd to find out.

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Earlier this week I waxed poetic about Fat Pig and how much I enjoyed it. If you’re considering listening to my opinion… well, you’d be the first.

But on the off chance that you take my advice, this weekend would be a good time to do it. This weekend if you go see the 2pm matinee of Fat Pig, you can hang around after the show and participate in a discussion with the playwright himself, Neil LaBute. It’s mentioned here in the pitch for “A Day in Labuteville,” a package deal that gets you in to all three of the LaBute performances, but I suspect that attendees of the 2:00pm matinee of Fat Pig will be welcome to stay for the discussion as well.

If you’re not interested in asking him about the films he wrote, In the Company of Men, Your Friends and Neighbors and The Shape of Things, or the ones he directed, Possession and Nurse Betty, you could always ask him, “Is Nick Cage as weird to work with as people say?”

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If the Cincinnati Reds are worth $360M, then what will the Nationals go for? Clearly Cincinnati’s a much smaller city than DC, with less than half our population, and in 2003, they held the crown for most declining city. Meanwhile, with a much larger potential fanbase, a new stadium on the way paid for by corporate welfare local taxpayers, the owners of the Nationals could be a baseball cash cow potentially worth as much as the stadium deal at final reckoning. That is, of course, if MLB ever decides to actually sell the damn thing.

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This was the view this morning from my apartment – beautiful, eh? Yep, thanks to the east-facing windows of my living room I get this view every morning. Or well every morning I’m awake at sunrise. And today I wanted to share. Enjoy!

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