» Sarah Palin’s got a blog! She gets it exactly right: It really is hard to get your hands on some delicious Chili’s Chicken Crispers in D.C. [Welcome to the Palin-Drome]
» First Dude Todd Palin has a heart of black gold: “Like other first spouses around the country, Palin has been asked to champion an array of causes or institutions since his wife took office in December. His favorite is steering young Alaskans toward jobs in the oil and gas industry.” Dude, is your soul ever gonna sing on K Street. [Los Angeles Times]
» Is anyone else feeling the resurgence in sexist jerk blogs? It’s been a couple years since Kelly Ann Collins and the Cleveland Park Men’s Club ruled the schoolyard. The Last Night’s Shots crew that filled the douchetown void don’t really count, because they are only semi-literate. But reading D.C. Hero explain why John McCain thinks women are replaceable (McCain seems to think so!), or reading Roissy explain the difference between Black Cat and Local 16 patrons (they are different crowds!), is like browsing over the careworn but not forgotten blogspots of 2005.
» It’s business as usual at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital, where the Department of Homeland Security now owns the grounds where the asylum used to stand. [Washington Business Journal]
» Did it really take 4 years to put a bistro in the old Visions theater? Yep: It closed in September 2004. I’d hazard that they had to exorcise the ghosts of all the people who died of boredom watching one screening of Donnie Darko after another but, oh wait, no one ever went there. [Brightest Young Things]
» This evening through tomorrow, Floating Lab Collective is turning Transformer Gallery into a trading post for “Bartering in the Land of Abundance,” a participatory show in which you can trade junk you’ve got for junk that’s art. Everything comes with certified histories to prove that it’s authentic stuff. (A Floating Lab Artist will be on hand to take down the history of whatever you’d like to trade.) [Painterly Visions]
» Katrina Pets still inspire, y’all!!!! I want to know what Debra Bell did to piss off her editor so badly that she got stuck with a feature that even six o’clock news reporters would call déclassé. Bad reporter, bad! [Washington Post]
