Last night I finally made my way down to my homey Modi's Rock Creek Social Club party. It was incredibly dope, and among other jams there's nothing like dancing to go-go in a club just steps from the White House. Good times.
The Metropolitan Washington Airports Authority might have its priorities mixed up. The group responsible for the second phase of construction of the Silver Line to Dulles International Airport is considering spending more than $7 million to expand their headquarters by three stories and double the size of their boardroom. Mind you, the potential cost of the Dulles rail extension is the debate of the year in Northern Virginia, pitting localities against the state and the state against the board. The Post's Ann E. Marimow reports on the costly upgrade that some members think is not a good look for MWAA.
I don't normally laugh at security breaches, but pies to the face will always be amusing to me. Yesterday, when Rupert Murdoch caught one, I couldn't help but think of all the other famous folks that have been victimized by the Glopper over the years. The whole move is much funnier when the person is wearing a suit. I won't even get into the political histories of this act, but I will say that when your job description involves the words "international prankster" you've probably won at life. The Post's Manuel Roig-Franzia and Monica Hesse report on the latest shaving cream incident to hit the headlines.
Journalism and ethics weren't always expected to go together. And although our friend Rupert's parliamentary inquiry may be the stuff of tabloid news, it highlights the serious question of legality in reporting. Back in the day, some editors had far fewer qualms about breaching laws to get a story and certainly less scruples about sensationalism for the sake of selling papers. Slate's Paul Collins provides a quick history of what used to be regular practice in the newspaper business in order to keep the product moving. You might recognize a few of the names.
Snakeheads frighten me. The concept of teeth-baring, air-breathing, land-surviving fish is one step of evolution that I'm not entirely down with. I warned you yesterday that the amphibious beast that looks like the creature that pops out of that guy in "Alien" is back in Anne Arundel County's waters, but some celebrity chefs are taking things a step further. Yes, they are putting it on menus, whipping it up as ceviche and charging money for it. I can't lie: I so want to eat some.
Yao Ming will forever embody the NBA's cultural revolution at the start of the millenium. When the 7-foot-plus Chinese man showed up in the league in 2002, jaws dropped around the basketball world. Rumors at the time said that there were hundreds of 7-footers roaming China, just waiting to take over every court on the globe. One semi-distinguished career and a ton of injuries later, Yao retired recently as one of the most likable international characters in the game. The Post's Gene Wang looks back on the career and influence of the man I like to call Bling Blow Ming Yao.
• I found myself in a conversation last night about Jerry Orbach, and it was pointed out that he was the voice of Lumiere in "Beauty and the Beast." As a non-watcher of both the movie and "Law and Order" it was interesting to hear the discussion. Fast forward: Emma Watson is going to play Belle in a live-action version of the movie. Call all your middle school friends, RIGHT. NOW.
• D.C. United plays tonight, and newcomer Austin da Luz also happens to be a guy who spent a lot of time watching the Black and Red growing up. Cool beans.