… “There are twin basins and a balcony, which is not something I’ve seen in a bathroom before; the temptation to go out there naked after a shower, to “air dry” yourself would be hard to resist. (I’m sure the temptation will lessen after the third or fourth time your neighbors call the police.)”
January can be a sad time. Daylight is still on the short side, and the temperature hovers around 42 degrees seemingly forever. The trees are bare, the sky is gray, the holidays are over and you’re left with nothing but torn bits of wrapping paper long since cast aside, pine needles that stubbornly evade every vacuuming, and bills, bills, bills. … NO MONEY? NO PROBLEM!
I’ve lived in some terrible places before: there was the four foot wide “bedroom” that was actually a display closet for collectible plates, with one entire wall of built-in cubbies, and not enough room to open the door unless I tipped my twin mattress up on its side. Then there was the unfinished basement with crumbling walls, one extension cord for all my electricity needs, and so many silverfish that I had to sleep under mosquito netting. But this place – this place is clearly worse than any of those holes-in-the-wall. I genuinely believe that this place is the worst apartment on earth. … BEHOLD: THE WORST APARTMENT ON EARTH
The American dream. Who dare chase it? These days, a lot of folks. It seems I am usually only one spot in line to get ridiculously good, offensively overpriced coffee away from someone who is hustling to make their own money — be it through a technology biz, a restaurant venture, a marketing agency, a calligraphy business they manage in their spare time, or something else entirely. The entrepreneurial spirit is contagious and it’s catching like wildfire. And, DC, filled to the brim with smarts and drive, is certainly a hub for its existence. You don’t have to look hard in the district to find a new idea, taking form with a hipster-esque logo in tow. … DC STARTUP SPOTLIGHT: SWORKIT
… “It’s so Italian that as we strolled through the place, I couldn’t help saying everything in an Italian accent, until my girlfriend pulled me aside in the pantry and hissed, “You sound like Mario from the Nintendo games!” (I couldn’t even argue; that doesn’t mean I stopped using the accent, though.)”