Today was my first experiment with taking the metro & shuttle to work, and it was moderately successful. Despite the longer time it takes, I can see it being a more pleasant way to get in, letting someone else handle the getting-there and allowing me to read. My WSJ subscription hasn’t started coming to the new location yet – stupid me should have planned ahead on the switch-over – so I took a copy of Express from the person handing them out at the Pentagon City metro entrance. I almost felt bad for the person from the Examiner who was being roundly rejected by every person she tried to hand her offering to, but I consoled myself with the fact that they’d surely put the leftovers into plastic bags and throw them on the stoops of plenty of similarly disinterested individuals, allowing them to be neglected in entirely a different venue.
Imagine my surprise to find myself quoted in the “Blog log” from yesterday’s comment on the sewage plant stink. Well, me in the sense that they credited “A dc.metblogs.com contributor,” and I happen to know it was me, even if they seem to have missed what I always thought was a pretty obvious byline.
On the other hand, there’s nothing in print tying me to use of the word “skunkyness” so I’m gonna call it a wash.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
