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>> The District has agreed to put a cap on the number of inmates at the D.C. Jail at 2,164. [WaPo] >> "Chapter Three: The Reason I Want to Get into the Right Lane is That It's Dangerous Over Here On the Left (And Not That I Have Failed to Sufficiently Appreciate the Grandeur of Your Magnificent Internal Combustion Vehicle)." [Megan McArdle] >> The Attorney for De'Onte Rawlings' family says he is going to...

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Even before our scatterbrained, ADHD world began over-prescribing Ritalin, we giggled at Steven Wright's one-liners on SNL during the ‘80s. If you're like us, maybe you even stayed up late into the night listening to albums like I Have a Pony. His brand of comedy, as something of an intellectual punster, appealed to us as kids just as much as it does today. Jokes like, "I was walking in the woods all by myself. A...

An exhibit designed as career retrospective must be a daunting proposition, especially when focused on a prolific artist whose output ranged over sixty years. Too many pieces, and the exhibit becomes bloated. Too few, and the audience does not get an accurate cross section of the artist’s work. Thankfully, the curators of Saul Steinberg: Illuminations, on display at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, threaded this needle. In doing so, they have mounted a captivating and wholly satisfying exhibition of one of the most insightful American artists of the 20th century.

Authors celebrate Thanksgiving, too, so the pickings are slim this week. As always, if you know of an event not picked for this column, leave some details in the comments. Enjoy the holiday!

Almost 43 years ago, Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his "I Have a Dream" speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. As his commanding stage presence showed, he was a man of boundless energy — enough to foster a national fervor for racial equality. But where exactly did he get all that energy? Was Wheaties the Breakfast of Civil Rights Champions? No, King liked soul food — at the very least, "not something like...

If you're a DCist regular, you know that we've posted once or twice or thrice or more times about Warren Brown and CakeLove. We find ourselves here yet again, with Warren stepping up to washingtonpost.com's chatters to discuss the local furor that is his refrigerated cake. We thought about live-blogging the chat, but decided that was too meta for us; we're opting for the post-incident run down instead.

>> Drugs Are Nice, according to Lisa Crystal Carver, who pens the trials and travails of being a member of the band Suckdog and the attendant forays into 90's alt culture that she experienced and distilled into this "post-punk memoir." We're guessing that what's even nicer is the $8 cover for the discussion at the Warehouse Next Door tonight. 8:30 p.m.

It was an all-European, all-the-time line up last night at the 9:30 Club as DCist headed out to see a bill of Long-View, a group from Manchester, Scottish quintet Dogs Die In Hot Cars and Parisian band Phoenix. Though we'd been hearing some buzz surrounding all three groups, especially following Long-View and DDIHC's recent performances at SXSW, we went into the concert without any expectations, but came out pleasantly surprised.

The best word we can think of to describe openers Long-View and their style is "sleepy." Their music, while polished and pretty, didn't do too much to keep us awake during their set, and even the band members looked like they had rolled right out of bed with their mussed-up hair and droopy eyes. Though we didn't find their performance particularly energetic, lead vocalist Rob McVey has a lovely voice, and some of their catchier, dreamier songs were a pleasure to listen to.

Dogs Die In Hot Cars, despite their terrible, terrible name, played a set full of energy and charming abandon. But their singles, "I Love You Because I Have To" and "Godhopping," with their new wave-y hooks and almost ska-like undertones, were the only songs of the set that really stood out to us. The rest of the tunes sounded like a pastiche of Talking Heads and Dexys Midnight Runners -- not necessarily a bad thing, and the band compensated with their playful, exuberant performance -- but much of their music seemed like a syrupy rehash of
songs that sounded better the first time they came around in the 1990s.