“…she stopped paying close attention to his words and when at red lights, examined the rain drops spattering on the windshield so intently that she almost stared right through them. Each drop seemed stuck on the glass, until another drop landed on it and they rolled down the window together, ending in a climactic splash.”
Sara: English major/Gender and Sexuality Studies minor, working at a nonprofit that gets young women ready for and interested in running for office/maybe soon applying to grad school, writer, clarinetist.
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You’re having a British summer. I think we took the good weather haha
Oh, no, you’ve misunderstood! While this is totally bizarre and possible concerning as far as weird weather patterns being a result of global warming, today was MUCH nicer than this time of year usually is around here. It is usually oppressively humid and very hot, with lots of days in a row where they warn old people and people with asthma, etc., to stay indoors. Like, a person can get sweaty just sitting and doing nothing, and then the sweat doesn’t evaporate because it’s too humid and that same humidity is weighing down your breaths.
So I was very comfortable and happy today, please don’t take it away!
#DC #summer fluke: needing a sweater on the way to work. What is happening?!
Text only tweets when my phone was dying. 2 of 2. [Part 1]
Recap: Misha Collins reminiscing about living in Northern Virginia & DC! “I was not a great intern [at the White House].”
Protip: This is a really bad question to ask when visiting the National Mall. We have 8 buildings surrounding the Mall, and a total of 19 museums, 9 research centers and the National Zoo. A S.H.I.E.L.D agent should know better!
(We think she means the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Natural History in this case.)
SMITHSONIAN THROWING MAJOR SHADE!
What a time to be alive
Ok, so, I’m the primary monitor of our generic email@example.com email address. Unlike maybe a lot of other info email addresses, it’s not a black hole, I actually go through and respond to any real inquiries.
Today we got an amazing one: a production company was asking us to spread the word about a casting call for a reality show about high-power women in DC.
The casting call was fully of zippy and snooty things like, “Is your circle of friends full of the DC elite?” and “If you are a mover and shaker with a larger-than-life personality, we want to hear from you!”
Having A Great Time In DC
A couple of friends visited this past weekend, and there just wasn’t anything free to do. We ended up paying for the Newseum, which while pretty interesting, was not cheap.
DW goes to Washington
"whats the point"
Dude, when I finally got myself up there while volunteering at a summer camp run by the community center of an affordable housing complex in 2011, I am pretty sure there weren’t those handy dandy steps.
I distinctly recall having to lift up 5 to 8 year olds or so (the kids who were too short) to help them see WHILE TRYING TO BE AN ADULT AND NOT PANIC ABOUT THE HEIGHT AT THE SAME TIME—IT WAS REALLY CHALLENGING.
And then later, I saw the security camera footage from the 2012 earthquake. O.O
These maps, from Radical Cartography, show the sharp educational, socioeconomic, and racial segregation of Washington DC.
I see a lot of this play out all the time.
The District of Columbia government Thursday will launching a campaign that advocates say is a first of its kind: A series of ads “promoting respect for the District’s transgender and gender-non-conforming communities.” One of the ads features Kisha, a trans woman who lives in D.C. The ad quotes Kisha, saying, “I love wandering through Smithsonian museums, eating on H Street with friends, and going to shows at Howard Theatre.” Then, the aim of the campaign: “I’m a transgender woman and I’m part of DC. Please treat me the way any woman would want to be treated: with courtesy and respect.” The posters — which the D.C. Office of Human Rights has been sparking interest about on Facebook — then note that discrimination based on gender identity and expression is illegal in the District of Columbia and provide a website and phone number for more information. (via DC Launches First-In-The-Nation Trans Respect Ad Campaign)
hahahahaha they didn’t even put Philadelphia on here
because it would look like sadness.
You might say that I’m not a fan of SEPTA.
To be fair, my issue is mostly that their Regional Rail system is kind of dirty, kind of unreliable, and SUPER expensive (I think similar trips, measured in time, cost something like half as much on the much cleaner DC Metro), but that one time I took the Philadelphia subway wasn’t so great. And actually, the underground rail system is pretty paltry compared to other cities, so I feel like my Regional Rail experience tells me plenty about SEPTA as a whole.
If you’re standing left on a DC Metro escalator…well, just don’t.
If you wear tights to any interviews, they won’t be able to tell. That way, you can curb any “first meeting bad impressions” that might hinder you getting a job if there’s some uptight boss that hates the idea of hairy lady flesh.
I like your thinking.
What I don’t like: wearing anything on my legs in the DC summertime. No, really, we were all really excited that by 6pm, it was only 85 degrees outside.
"ONLY" 85, and in the early evening, too—that wasn’t the high.
And right now, at freaking 1 in the morning, it’s…79, feels like 81.
Maybe I can manage it if I’m not Metro-ing and have the benefit of going straight from an air conditioned car to an air conditioned building…?
Hello, I have not disappeared!
I was busy applying to jobs and then was a bit out and about this weekend, but I’ll try to sneak in some tumbling again.
Obvious advice: if at all possible, do NOT go traipsing about DC in hundred-degree, super-humid weather. I must have only been actually outside for about an hour to an hour and a half total, in increments broken up by being inside, but it felt like an eternity, even with the bottles of water my friend Katherine’s dad gave me (one room-temperature, one frozen).
All in all, though, I enjoy the feeling of going places and doing things on my own steam so much that it was definitely worth it. Plus, I got a couple of dresses at a thrift store out if it.