The Washington Nationals’ world series trophy came to visit my office. It wasn’t as cool as the Stanley Cup – I mean, you can’t even drink out of this thing – but needless to say it was a fun experience. Continue reading “Nationals World Series Trophy!”
There is a toad that hangs out near the steps near my building and I frequently see it after dark while I’m walking home. I can’t tell for sure if it’s the same toad every time as sometimes it looks fatter than other times. I started seeing it over the summer, and though I don’t see it every night, I always look. Note that I don’t see any other toads on any other part of the sidewalk. Continue reading “That Toad I Keep Seeing”
I was curious how the “Dyke March” in D.C. on Friday would play out after they asked folks not to bring items marked with the Star of David. Apparently, that star is associated with Israel (not merely a Jewish symbol), which they associate with oppression of the Palestinians, which has absolutely nothing to do with being a lesbian (I think!), which, along with homosexualy it general, happens to be prohibited in Gaza and frowned upon in the West Bank, but whatever. Continue reading “A Showdown at the ‘Dyke March’”
The Stanley Cup came to my office on Monday, April 8, and I hung out with it afterward. Continue reading “Stanley Cup!”
It’s been ten years since my first boss at washingtonpost.com passed away. Bill Grant hired me in October of 1998 as a sports producer. It was my first ‘career’ job out of college. I suppose it helped that I lived right down the street from him, and had been recommended by another employee who was one of my former journalism professors, but I’d like to think I earned it. Continue reading “Remembering Bill Grant”
