Posts tagged: DC

Bike To The Beat at NPR Music

By , April 23, 2010 11:38 am
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Photo by Pierre LaScott/Flickr

As many of you know, I commute by bike in the lovely city of Washington, DC. I’ve been interviewed by The New York Times on why I ride my bike (both love, convenience, and necessity). I ride in rain or shine, through the pollen season and during cold winters.

In celebration, I’ve compiled a list of songs for the Sweatin’ To NPR workout series at NPR Music. It’s called Bike To The Beat: Songs For The Urban Cyclist. Check it out if you’re a cyclist or even just to hear the songs, my favorite at the moment.

Note: I will inevitably face criticism about “encouraging” cyclists to wear headphones while riding, and even including a photo (seen above) of a cyclist without a helmet. To this, I emphasize the importance of experiencing your full environment while riding in the city (or anywhere, for that matter). Your ears can be just as important as your eyes in protecting yourself. However, I do not discourage a friendly bike radio or .mp3 player, as such is in the budget for a bike commuter. As for that photo? Well, my argument is that photo is the most aesthetically pleasing one I found. And recognizing we are logical humans who can see a beautiful photo and appreciate it for what it is, I encourage you to wear a helmet.

Thanks for reading.

Pollen Defense For The Bike Commute

By , April 7, 2010 7:49 pm

While warmer weather is certainly welcome in DC, pollen and Spring allergies are not. I’ve already experienced the allergy triple threat: 1.) Watery, itchy eyes; 2.) wheezing; and 3.) uncontrollable sneezing. Now, it’s time to fight back.

Behold my pollen defense system for the bike commute! I won’t be winning any fashion awards… but then again, I wouldn’t anyway.

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Pre-Inauguration Recap

By , January 21, 2009 4:16 pm


I am absolutely exhausted from the Inauguration events of this past weekend, but I was thrilled that I was in DC to witness all of it happening. Still, it took a little effort to participate in everything. I think everyone kind of had to nudge themselves along at 5 o’clock in the morning, reminding themselves that Obama’s inauguration was worth hours of standing in freezing temperatures.

Inauguration festivities began on Sunday with the “We Are One” pre-Inauguration Concert at the Lincoln Memorial. The Washington Post reported that Bruce Springsteen, Beyonce, and James Taylor were performing. They were… as well as Stevie Wonder, U2, John Mellencamp, Pete Seger, Shakira, Usher, Sheryl Crow, John Legend, Patti LaBelle, John Bon Jovi, Josh Groban, Garth Brooks, Mary J. Blige, will.i.am, Herbie Hancock, and Renée Fleming. I named them all for dramatic effect. How could I not go to this thing? I left the house with my housemates around 7AM to walk to the Mall armed with 3 layers of pants, 5 layers of shirts and jackets, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a deck of cards. The concert started at 2PM and we arrived a little after 8AM.

The hours went by slowly, but the good company provided plenty of conversation and warm bodies to cuddle with. There was minimal pushing and medium levels of hostility in the crowd. Making your way to a port-a-potty was treacherous and nerve-racking, but once there, you’d have a friendly stranger to chat with. Good luck finding your way back though; after a certain point, leaving the group to pee meant certain abandonment.

The concert was not without flubs. The sound system echoed horribly once it actually began working. We couldn’t hear the opening blessing by Bishop Gene Robinson and chanted “Turn it up!” with thousands of frustrated onlookers. Bruce Springsteen opened the concert with an acoustic version of “The Rising” with a choir. Luckily, sound was restored shortly after he began, and we all settled down to sing along and listen.

On the whole, the concert was a major success. Performers sang relevant favorites: John Mellencamp sang “Pink Houses”; Mary J. Blige did “Lean on Me”; Stevie Wonder performed “Higher Ground; James Taylor performed “Shower the People”; U2 played “Pride (In the Name of Love).” Bizarrely, Garth Brooks was a favorite with his renditions of “American Pie” and “Twist and Shout”; we just needed to sing and dance the chills out, I guess.

If the list of performers isn’t overwhelming enough, let me list the celebrities who spoke briefly between sets: Tom Hanks, Samuel L. Jackson, Ashley Judd, Forrest Whitacre, Steve Carrell, Jamie Foxx, Laura Linney, Martin Luther King III, Jack Black, Rosario Dawson, George Lopez, Tiger Woods, Queen Latifah, and Marissa Tomei. Whew. Not to mention, Joe Biden and Obama gave brief speeches too!

I was skeptical about cramming so many diverse performers into one concert. Shakira’s inclusion was slightly confusing, but otherwise, the diversity was an asset: patriotism wove through each and every performance.

Still, the concert was not without controversy. Opera singer Renée Fleming was not introduced, although the US Naval Academy’s Glee Club, who backed her, was. Similarly, singer Josh Groban was introduced while the the DC Men’s Gay Chorus who backed him was mysteriously left out. In another strike against the gays, HBO edited out the Inauguration Committee told HBO that concert events started at 2:30, resulting in the exclusion of the opening prayer by gay Bishop Gene Robinson from New Hampshire from their tv broadcast. Perhaps it was more than a poor sound system that muted Robinson’s prayer from an audience of 750,000 at the Mall? Ok, probably not. I exaggerate. Still, that’s a double whammy against the gays in a highly orchestrated event; surely, the exclusion was not merely a misstep.

Alright. I’ll recap my thoughts on MLK festivities and Inauguration Day for another time. I’ve got to get to the homework that I’ve been neglecting.

Haircut Philosophy

By , November 21, 2008 3:57 pm

Today has been both a lazy and productive day. In accordance with the gods, I’m feeling like I’m coming down with a cold of some sort. Each Thanksgiving I tend to come down with something whether it be the pneumonia + bronchitis + lung infection triple threat of 2nd grade or just a simple sinus infection. But here I am with my sick voice and roll of toilet paper ready to blow my nose.

I’m feeling pretty good though. This morning I biked to Bang Salon on U Street for my pre-Thanksgiving haircut. In the past, haircuts have been mildly traumatic experiences. I’d endure split ends for months at a time just so I could go to my stylist at home. But since I haven’t been home in over a year, I decided to buck up and face my fears.

I usually feel out of place and under dressed at salons. My t-shirts and Nike Dunks are out of place among ladies with manicured nails and high heels. I suck it up though, because these are the places where I feel like I can come away with a good haircut. Still, I can tell that the stylists are a little confused by me. They’re not sure what kind of conversation to start with me and combined with my initial reservedness, silence inevitably ensues. This problem was solved by stylist at home, who is conveniently the mom of a girl I went to school with since the 4th grade. Ten years worth of talking material!

While at Georgetown, I’d occasionally get a haircut from my sister’s stylist. Moshi made me nervous with his shaky hands and I endured some awkward conversation, but his cuts always turned out fine. Then in London, both money and apprehension kept me from the scissors for a bit. The hipster places in Spitalfields intimidated me. I could shop confidently in the cool record stores there, but was not alternative enough for Pimps and Pinups. After all, I was neither pimp nor pinup. Finally I caved in and went to a place in Soho where I paid a small fortune for a trim and peace of mind.

Flash forward to the present. My stylist has more tattoos than he can count and his flat iron is decorated with a skull and crossbones pattern. Bang Salon has the perfect mix of traditional and hip. Lawyers and rock star types get their hair cut here, and somewhere in the middle is me. I feel comfortable, which has contributed to an unusually high frequency of haircuts since June.

So to everyone that dreads haircuts, for everyone that dreads that awkward mandatory conversation with their stylist, go out and find a new one. That was a long tangent that began with Thanksgiving and ended with haircuts, but I hope it was mildly entertaining. Hope everyone has a good weekend.

Summer Charm

By , July 11, 2008 9:26 pm

Photo courtesy of Picture Perfect
Watching Clueless on a Friday night is my idea of fun. In fact, it’s a luxury since returning from television-less Londontown. But even though I’m having fun, I didn’t necessarily choose my fate of apparent loserdom. Yesterday while playing tennis, in a heroic sprint to answer my cell phone, I ran full speed into the handle of the net crank. A few tears, a Sweet Green sweet flow, and one burrito later, I was happily limping home.

I continue living a charmed life in DC working MWF’s and sleeping in on days off. Climbing and the journey to the climbing gym are meditative experiences, solo and wonderful. I listen to my Pimsleur Basic Norwegian audio lessons on the way and mutter phrases to myself on the Metro. And yes, I am learning Norwegian for no reason at all other than I feel like it (and the cds at Barnes & Noble were cheap). Perhaps German is next? Who knows. For some reason, practical languages like Spanish are so discouraging because being conversational seems significantly less attainable than for a seemingly useless language like Norwegian.

Next Friday I head up to the Cape for a long overdue reunion with my sister. I say “the Cape” like I know what I’m talking about, but really, I’m confused and hope it’s not over-populated with Vineyard Vines-toting, critter pants-wearing, collar-popping socialites. Is there a hippie/hobo part of the Cape? I’m excited to ride bikes, fly kites, swim, and frolic in the ocean. The ocean! I realized while abroad that it’s incorrect to refer to any sea/ocean as the ocean. Before I thought that “sea” and “ocean” were synonyms when in fact, Europeans refer only to the Atlantic, Pacific, and Antarctic Oceans as “oceans” and only to seas, like the Mediterranean, as “seas.” Maybe everyone knew this already, but I was enlightened.

I’m all blogged out so for the curious, here are some pictures of my humble abode. No huge plans for this weekend except probably a Nats game tomorrow and my first pseudo-day at Patagonia on Sunday. My foray into outdoor retail continues… happy weekend!

Procrastination is Making a Cup of Tea

By , July 2, 2008 8:44 am


via girl in the green dress.

I have sort of been procrastinating on blogging. Is there such a thing? Procrastinating. On blogging? No, nevermind. Blogging is an instrument of procrastination.

Living in DC has so far been a non-traumatic transition from London, land of the no-schedule schedule. I’m currently working MWF and loving the freedom of my days off. Cramping my style are some unexpected bumps like lost mail and subsequent visits to the post office where I am then redirected to another post office, but I can’t really complain.

Despite my easy work schedule, I feel mysteriously busy. This past weekend I watched the Eurocup Final at the Austrian Embassy, which provided free beer and food, with two housemates. We also went to the Crafty Bastards crafts fair in Silver Spring, MD, home of hand-sewn penis and vagina pincushions and other less eyebrow-raising jewelry and clothing.

I joined the local climbing gym and have been going once or twice a week, but I do miss the socialness of The Castle. The crowd is much younger than I’m used to, which is weird for me. I feel old? And possibly worse, the bouldering routes are all hard. I suppose I’ll just get better by trying the easier ones over and over again until I get them? Atrophied muscles, be damned! At least tennis is less demoralizing.

Another thing keeping me busy is my summer radio show, Touch My Clickwheel. The first show recorded successfully and we posted it at the TMC blog with pretty good reception. Technical issues ruined the second attempt, which really had me irritated, but hopefully I’ll figure out a solution before tonight’s show. I’m perhaps too invested in preserving the memories of my college years.

I’ll end my epic post here, but look for more posts in the next few days. I’ll try to post some pictures of my amazing house soon. Until then… take care.

Lived in London

By , June 12, 2008 7:10 pm

Less than 10 hours until my flight back to the states. I went to a BBQ tonight and basically everyone I’ve known in London was there. It was tougher than I expected to say goodbye, but it was really nice to see everyone in one place (that wasn’t The Castle), ha. Walking down in Angel Tube station on my way home, the busker was playing “Bittersweet Symphony.” Surreal music moment? Yes.

I hope my baggage makes weight.

DC Pt. I

By , September 25, 2007 1:03 pm

Part I: Days in DC have flown by, which is strange since I initially thought my 6-night/7-day stay would wear out my welcome at Georgetown. For the most part, I don’t feel like I’m bumming around at all. I sleep late, do my own thing, and then meet up with friends who happen to have a break from class. I can eat endless meals at Leo’s thanks to generously offered guest passes and it just feels normal.

I’ve taken a strange liking to shocking people here with my presence. I walk around with my backpack “posing” as a student. When I see people I know and wave or say “hi,” I wonder if they are curious why I’m here or if they just think that I’ve been mysteriously low-key for the past 3 weeks.

I’m now back in Yonkers and will post my last post from the U.S. in a day or two. Until then…

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