Monthly Archives: January 2010

i’ll be back

I am on vaca­tion this week. I have a few blog top­ics run­ning through my head, so I may post. I am am Tweet­ing, so click the tab above if you don’t already fol­low me. Oth­er­wise, I’ll see you when I get back on Mon­day, February 1.

wardrobe change

If you have vis­ited my blog before, you will notice that there is a new look and feel. I was talk­ing with a friend yes­ter­day about the pre­vi­ous lay­out, and com­mented that I thought it felt a lit­tle dark. He smiled and quickly agreed. FYI — I really appre­ci­ate can­dor.  This is not the best

meters & metro

It was recently announced that the cost of park­ing meters in many areas in DC will go up to $2 per hour, and hours will extend until 10 pm. This has cre­ated a fair amount of grum­bling, par­tic­u­larly by those in the sub­urbs. Even though I’ve been annoyed by aggres­sive park­ing enforce­ment in DC, and I

yak yak yak

After endur­ing two painful hours watch­ing “Obama’s Amer­ica: 2010 and Beyond” on MSNBC last night, I had two dis­tinct thoughts. The first was, “That was two hours of my life I’ll never get back.” The sec­ond, and more impor­tant rumi­na­tion, was that this is pre­cisely why I have tired of orches­trated dis­cus­sions on race. In case you missed it, you can

make that money

I was lis­ten­ing to NPR on the way into work this morn­ing — pri­mar­ily because my $%*@! Zune keeps act­ing up. (Breath) Any­way, I tuned in near the begin­ning of a piece about the bur­geon­ing new par­a­digm of women mak­ing more money than their sig­nif­i­cant oth­ers and the atten­dant issues with this real­ity. Per­haps in

what i said

Don’t you hate when you’ve explained some­thing clearly, only to be fol­lowed by some­one who says vir­tu­ally the same thing and gets all the credit?

tribute

I received the sad news that a good friend lost his mother on Mon­day. I can’t say that I know exactly how my friend feels, because we all have dif­fer­ent rela­tion­ships with our par­ents, but los­ing your mother is par­tic­u­larly tough. As I am get­ting ready to head to the funeral, this time­less song by