<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Washington Post Magazine</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/print/sunday/washpostmagazine?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><description>Washington Post Magazine</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[A little bit of Country]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6160-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6160-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Stroll the leafy terraces of Carol and Landon Butler's one-acre garden in the city, and you reach the inescapable conclusion that the sweetest landscapes are formed by the Muses.]]></description><author> Adrian Higgins</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Question Celebrity]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6154-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6154-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ If I ever move to Hollywood, there are two jobs I think I could make for myself. One would be as a "newspaper consultant" to film studios. Newspaper pages, headlines and story text inevitably seem faked in movies, even when the paper is just a passing prop. I would also do journalistic set decorating; movie newsrooms almost never look right, except in "All the President's Men" -- the producers actually imported desk clutter from the real Washington Post -- and in Ron Howard's "The Paper."]]></description><author> With Hank Stuever</author></item><item><title><![CDATA['Ralph the Great' Metzler, magician, Sterling]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6155-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6155-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[When I was 16, my brother-in-law was a D.C. cop but also did a little bit of magic. I just loved the tricks he did. He took me to Al's Magic Shop in D.C. and bought me a couple tricks and books, and I've been hooked ever since. I performed for my family and pretty much anybody who could stand it. I'm sure I made myself a big pest. About a year after I started, I went back to Al's Magic Shop, and I asked Al if I should do magic full time or join the Air Force. He said, "Very few people can perform full time; it's really hard . . . you should join the Air Force." At the time, that was great advice.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Then & Again]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A9246-2005Apr22.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A9246-2005Apr22.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Editor's Query]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6156-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6156-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[ My husband, Rick, and I have been involved on and off for more than 20 years with music programs at Roman Catholic churches in various cities. Several years ago, Rick was trying to make his mark as director of music and liturgy for a church in Denver and sent an e-mail to me at my office with some suggestions for improving a diocesan program, which he had also e-mailed to the archbishop of Denver. I thought it took a lot of nerve to tell the archbishop what to do, so I replied that he had "really big ones," referring to a specific area of the male anatomy.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Adventures Of Greg]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6157-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6157-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<em>Previously: As a kid, Greg Estrada suffered from what he calls "horrendous, disfiguring acne" that left him deeply scarred, emotionally and physically. To catch up on earlier episodes, go to www.washingtonpost.com/adventures.</em>]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Life in Pictures]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6158-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6158-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[<em>We gave a disposable camera to Legba Carrefour, a student at the University of the District of Columbia. This is his photo diary.</em>]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Mom's Away, Dad Will Pay]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6159-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6159-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA["Go have fun, don't worry about us, the kids will be fine. You deserve a break," I told my wife, and she flew off to Jamaica, cruelly abandoning the family and ensuring that for eight days our children would essentially have no parent.]]></description><author> Joel Achenbach</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Space Odyssey]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6161-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6161-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Preparing to garden in Buffalo always put me in mind of Jack London's short story "To Build a Fire."]]></description><author> Tom Toles</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Garden Partying]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6162-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6162-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Franco Nuschese's house has a respectable Washington air about it, a polite three-story abode on Upton Street NW dressed in stone and slate. Behind lies another world, a 3 1/2-acre estate that is daring, cosmopolitan -- voluptuous in its flowing terraces tailor-made for dressy parties.]]></description><author> Adrian Higgins</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cutting It]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6163-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6163-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[In the good old days -- when the cobbled streets were powdered with horse dung, and the sewers ran freely, and no one had heard of roll-on deodorant -- you could repulse the horrors with a simple posy of flowers, wafted under the nose.]]></description><author> Adrian Higgins</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[First Place]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6164-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6164-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Ben Olsen, 28, midfielder for the D.C. United soccer team since 1998. He gave a tour of the top-floor co-op in Adams Morgan where he lives with his girlfriend.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Enchanted Villa]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6165-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6165-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[The first time Sally and Paul Amoruso got a good look at the sprawling Friendship Heights house in 1996 that would become their home, only one of them actually liked it. The grand 1930s Craftsman-style Colonial with the distinctive Italianate roof had been vacant for two years, and "it required tremendous imagination to see what it could be," acknowledges Paul Amoruso. "Sally thought I was crazy to want to buy it."]]></description><author> Jill Hudson Neal</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Word for the Wise]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6166-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6166-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[*** (3 stars) Sushi-Ko <br>2309 Wisconsin Ave. NW (near Calvert Street).]]></description><author> Tom Sietsema</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pry, Pry Again]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6167-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6167-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If you ask about it, he might find you intrusive. If you don't ask about it, he might think you don't care. When something terrible is happening in a friend's life, you tread carefully.]]></description><author> Jeanne Marie Laskas</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Weingarten, Unplugged]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6168-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6168-2005Apr20.html?nav=rss_print/sunday/washpostmagazine</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2005 8:52:54 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I, Gene Norman Weingarten, being of sound mind and body, hereby declare and depose that, should I ever become so incapacitated by illness or injury that I can no longer communicate my preferences for medical care, it is my express wish that no extraordinary measures be used to keep me alive. Particularly in any of the following circumstances:]]></description><author> Gene Weingarten</author></item></channel></rss>