Wherein I fellate Grandmaster Flash

Well, something I can scratch off my list of things to do before I die: see Grandmaster Flash spin some fucking records.

Sure, the doors opened at 11 and I had to listen to some white guy spin shitty house music for TWO HOURS until Flash decided we were worthy enough to warrant his attention... but it was worth the wait.

Stating, "To me, all music is powerful, no matter who or where it comes from," Flash spun all sorts of shit: The White Stripes, gobs of old school hip hop, Nirvana... it was epic.

He completely outlasted my ability to dance. I don't think I stopped moving for 2 hours straight. Finally, drenched in sweat, I succumbed to the aching in my limbs and took a breather. Unfortunately mid-break he decided to lay down The Message and I was forced to resume.



At the end of the show, Flash demanded a circle be made in which DC's finest B-Boys and B-Girls would show their skills. I only got a picture of this guy (damn you cameraphone!), but I would like to call your attention to the Coolest Kid in the Universe: He's standing to the left in this picture and - oh yes - he did break dance. He couldn't have been more than 12.

Finally the show ended and I left dripping with sweat only to walk outside to be greeted with snow. I haven't seen snow in years.

Thanks, D.C.

Dick Cheney, Professional Boogie Man

When Cheney retires as VP, do you think he'll go back to being a Board Member for Haliburton? Perhaps a lobbyist?

I think he should start his own business. You could hire him to stand on the lawns of your enemies and slowly drive them to insanity.

Re-united and it feels so good

The other day Ben, Nader, and Dan came into town after months of estrangement. Their beards are GLORIOUS! We toured the typical places you would go if you were a tourist in Washington. 

But before we could get on our way, we were momentarily distracted by the most HOMOEROTIC BOYSCOUT MEMORIAL EVER. Seriously, since when is it a shock that boyscout leaders are creepy pederasts? This statue is over 50 years old.


Here's me displaying more excitement in one expression than I've experienced in the last 5 years:



We mosey'd on over to the cherry blossom festival and surprised Dan. Adorable. Why isn't Dan in any of these pictures?? We need more Dan.




World War II: Serious Business



And that was our day. There was plenty more, but I for some reason can't find all the pictures. I'll update with more.