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Letters to the Editor

Southeast Safeway misrepresented

As a former Voice writer and current Southeast D.C. resident, my concern was with the portrayal of the Southeast Safeway, where I happen to shop. The experience reflected in the article is very different from my own and I get the feeling that your reporter got a distorted view of the store and the neighborhood during his or her brief stop.

Leisure

Etiquette lessons: the road to the final fork

Our soup spoons were poised delicately in the air. The smell of the tomato bisque wafted to our noses as we restrained ourselves from slurping away. Surely we could manage this with grace; we certainly looked like confident young professionals.

Letters to the Editor

Bush administration maintains double standard

To the editors, Regarding your March 22 editorial (“Bong hits for freedom of speech”): alcohol kills more people each year than all illegal drugs combined. Prescription overdose deaths are second... Read more

Leisure

Goes down easy: a rotating biweekly column about drinking

If you want to see how drugs and alcohol breed artistic genius, take a glance at Manet, Van Gogh and Picassoshy;—the artists who gave absinthe its modern notoriety as a mysterious elixir that left lonely men dreaming of bright colors in drab pubs.

Leisure

John Malkovich is Stanley Kubrick

John Malkovich is Alan Conway, an impersonator of Stanley Kubrick, who is as powerful and creepy as they come: flamboyant, with faint lipstick, colorful neck scarves, and an array of accents tailored to his con victims.

In Color Me Kubrick, Malkovich is the desperate con man Alan Conway, who baits men with his assumed identity—that of directer Stanely Kubrick. With the young designer he is an oily Brit; with the heavy metal band Exterminating Angels he is deep-throated and boastfully masculine; and with another man he impersonates an eclectic oil-baron from Texas.

Leisure

Critical Voices

Timbaland, Timbaland presents Shock Value, Interscope There’s been massive hype surrounding the release of Timbaland presents… Shock Value, and understandably so. The producer was on fire in 2006, crowning Justin Timberlake as king of pop with FutureSex/LoveSounds and morphing Nelly Furtado into a sexy dance-floor queen with erotic beats on Loose. But, even though Shock Value is loaded with similar flourishes, it is weighed down by stale vocal collaborations.

News

On the Record: David Morrell

Outgoing Vice President for Safety and Security Dave Morrell’s last day is this Friday; he’s leaving the University to pursue an undisclosed job. Before he left, Morrell sat down with the Voice to talk about security and chaos in the streets.

Page 13 Cartoons

This Unchosen Place

Downtown has already unloaded itself of suits and skirts for the night, and it’s mere bad luck that William has met Sam Every’s eye…

Sports

A new voice in college rankings

Imagine if college students across the nation had the ability to decide your college team’s position in the ranks each week. This became possible last week when two students launched www.studentwriterpoll.com, a ranking system similar to the AP writers’ and Coaches’ polls, that will survey college students to determine NCAA rankings.

Sports

Interference

Basketball, basketball, basketball. An entire month, dedicated to a single sport? Against all odds, I managed to find a non-basketball story of more than minor interest when I came across a few comments made by 49ers coach Mike Nolan on what has always been a pet peeve of mine: the NFL’s pass interference rule.

Sports

Disappointing opener for Hoyas

The Lady Hoyas had a disappointing home opener against James Madison yesterday afternoon, dropping both games of their doubleheader, 7-1 and 8-0. Georgetown University President John J. DeGioia had the honor of throwing out the ceremonial first pitch before the very first game at Guy Mason Field, the new home of Georgetown softball.

Sports

Freshmen Dominate

Georgetown baseball, riding a thrilling 3-2 extra-inning victory in this weekend’s game against the University of Pennsylvania, headed home on Wednesday to battle Mount St. Mary’s. The Hoya’s young pitching staff flexed their muscles once again, leading Georgetown to a hard-fought 3-1 win.

Sports

Sports Sermon

There is no better time in the sports calendar to kick back for an all-day television vigil than the opening rounds of the NCAA men’s basketball tournament. But year in and year out, the weekend that should be the sports fan’s dream is shrouded by frustration. This frustration is not the result of watching one’s bracket fall apart with each game, but by the March Madness monopoly of CBS.

Leisure

Getting political with Ted Leo

New Jersey native Ted Leo isn’t your typical semi-knowledgeable, politically-charged artist. He’s a punk rocker, yes, but he also earned an English degree at the University of Notre Dame. In his recent interview with the Voice via e-mail, Ted discussed in depth the political themes that run through his latest release, Living with the Living, demonstrating a mastery of syntax seldom seen in the world of indie rock.

Leisure

Maya Roth’s Big Love is a lot to love

Big Love just isn’t big enough to conquer all the staples of a social drama—free will, “love thy neighbor” and unrelenting feminism are just a few issues tackled in this revival of an ancient classic. Nevertheless, the performances are captivating, and the script is tinged with enough humor and cynicism to redeem the occasional dragging monologue.

Leisure

Critical Voices: Andrew Bird

Album number seven from Andrew Bird finds the midwestern singer-songwriter returning to many of the elements that made his last few albums beloved by his fans. It makes for a good album, and while Armchair Apocrypha can’t quite match 2005’s excellent Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs, it nonetheless stands as another remarkable entry in an increasingly varied and impressive oeuvre.

Leisure

Critical Voices: Low

Low never used to be a surprising band. These pioneers of the minimalist, glacially-paced subset of indie rock called slowcore made a name for themselves, beginning with their early ‘90s debut, by doing exactly what everyone expected: producing album after album of quietly gorgeous songs stealing plays from the Velvet Underground.

Leisure

You Taste Like A Burger

Red Ginger is unusually quiet for a Wisconsin Avenue restaurant, but don’t let the empty tables fool you: this Caribbean eatery is everything you could want in a restaurant, and then some.

Features

D.C. Through Its Stomach

It’s six o’clock on a Monday at Soviet Safeway and the place is packed. Sandwiched between a pretty residential street and the subdued bustle of 17th street, the undersized Dupont Circle grocery store is crawling with the neighborhood’s young professionals and older long-time residents, all there to pick up that gallon of milk, can of cat food or roll of paper towels that’s been missing from their shelves.

Voices

Art for your dog: the Pet Gallery

Deep in the back of the Pet Gallery, a one-room pet store on O and Wisconsin, a voluptuous Italian woman with pale blue eye shadow and a thick accent pulled me aside. “In Italy, we like dog but we don’t dress them up like dees!” she said, gesturing towards the store’s merchandise, a look of confusion on her face. “Here, they are too pre-ppy.”

Voices

Carrying on: Life with my father, the rockstar

At 14, in true hippie fashion, my father stopped cutting his hair, started hiding an ash tray under his bed and picked up a guitar. Just a couple of years later, he watched my mother sing for her audition to the 87th St. Gang, their high school’s folk group. “He told them to pick me because I was cute,” she always chimes in at this point in the story. She got in and six years later married my father with flowers in her hair before they moved to San Francisco so he could try to make it big with his band. Had he succeeded, my parents’ early life would make a hit biopic, complete with stills of my mother in hotpants and my father’s face obscured by a massive beard.

Voices

What is it good for? Nothing.

It was a bitterly cold Saint Patrick’s Day, and my mother and I had already lost feeling in our hands. We found the path at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial that led to the anti-war march from the monuments to the Pentagon. There seemed to be more counter-protesters than protesters, and the counter-protesters all seemed to be wearing veteran jackets and American flags, holding angry signs.