Sarah E. Moffett

A lot of us move to D.C. never expecting to call it home. It’s the city people come to for metropolitan opportunities and cosmopolitan experiences. Or just to escape. For all of those reasons, I was one of those people. Then Belize happened, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Six years ago, I left the rolling […]

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There’s nothing like introspective awareness and existential angst at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Particularly when it comes in the form of ten grueling miles and one’s knees screaming a question for the last, oh yes, ten miles~WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? I know, Thomas Jefferson had famous conversations between the head and heart. […]

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If this is the only thing you read about politics during election season, then (1) you’re brilliant and (2) extremely insulated from society.  This is now up on the work wall.  Enjoy Gene Weingarten’s SNL-styled skit with fictional Minnesota Congressman Bernard Finkelstein below. 
WE ARE TALKING TODAY with Minnesota congressman Bernard Finkelstein, one of the highly courted, still […]

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Hear ye, hear ye, the bar tender(ess) with the mostest has resurfaced. Two months ago, I pulled up a chair at Penn Quarter’s beloved Rasika and promptly experienced one of the most disappointing cocktail hours of my life. Instead of receiving one of Gina Chersevani’s, their well known bartender, copyrighted masterpieces, a pear and vanilla […]

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“Who cares that St. Patrick’s Day falls during the work week, and on a Monday no less? We’re celebrating anyway! So tip your hat to Ireland’s patron saint, ring in the day with beer, festivities, food, and, oh yeah, more beer at some of these area hotspots. And remember to offer the toast, ‘Erin go […]

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Despite popular belief, there is more to D.C. than federal buildings, political sightings, and random violence. See it for yourself here, or go to the DCist Exposed Photography Show that is running March 7-15, 2008 at the Civilian Art Projects, which is located at 406 7th St. NW, 3rd Floor, in Washington, D.C.’s Penn Quarter.
May original, […]

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Now there’s something you don’t hear everyday. But then Café 8 isn’t your everyday restaurant. It’s you’re any day restaurant.
Thursday night I arrived at its doors destitute and hungry. In other words, lawyered-out. Café 8 posted week day hours until 10 p.m. We walked in at 9:30 p.m. They happily seated us by a roaring […]

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The Flu.
After a Saturday night with the girls spent taking on the pasta bowls of Filemeno and the bourbon list at Old Glory, we were riding high, we were drinking bourbon, we were on our way.
Two days later, we were down. Two of us to the to the flu, one to tonsillitis, and one to […]

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Me.
Living in Washington, D.C. means three things. One, your relatives think you are nuts. Two, everyone knows someone. And three, politics. The third component is a bit problematic for me, as I have taken to despising politics after two collegiate summers doing my best not to be the brunt of all Monica Lewinsky related jokes.
Regardless […]

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Ever seen the equivalent of creative rocket science? Me either, until I saw the genius of Peter Callesen. Behold a few favorites.

For more Peter Callesen, go here.
*Callesen came to my attention via an e-mail chain describing these pictures as entries for an art contest at Washington’s very own Hirshborn Museum and Sculpture Garden. The rule […]

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