Brookland Avenue praises some Franciscan Monastery honey: "I was lucky enough to get a behind the scenes tour from Chris Schierkolk a Brookland resident, co-moderator of the Brookland Listserv, FMGG member, and apiarist. Chris gave me a pretty in depth tour of the bee keeping operation on the monastery grounds. There are a total of 5 beekeepers that manage 2 apiaries at the monastery."

The Heights Life praises this past weekend's Columbia Heights Day and has video of the festivities: "I knew Columbia Heights Day was going to be big this year, I just didn't know it was going to be this big. The new Harriet Tubman Elementary Field was a great addition, as was the separate performance area with bleacher seating. And there were plenty of things to do, especially for families. But what I liked best was that much of the soccer field was open so people could just hang out. Or play with hula-hoops, which was my favorite."

The Other 35 Percent has a must-read story with a statistical breakdown of gunshots (or gunshot sounds) per ward. So far this year, Ward 3 had the lowest gunshot sounds with 27 instances. Ward 7 had the highest with 1294. There have been over 5,000 reports of gunfire.

Ward3DC posts some great inside-Cleveland-Park-nerd shit.

SCENE: Rock Creek Park, about 20 minutes ago. I feel something clunk into my helmet, then I feel something fall through the vent onto my very bald head.

Then I feel stinging. Not like the unpleasant tingle you feel after brushing past nettles, I'm talking SWEET MOTHER OF GOD stuff here.

Pull over. Unbuckle. THIS IS TAKING FOREVER! Yank off the helmet. A bee is cuddling up to one of the head guards. Head throbs. I catch my breath, feel the welt, take a sip of water.

Then in what's either a sign of my dedication to avoiding brain damage or a good argument that there's nothing to protect anyway, I knock the bee out, remount the helmet, and ride to work, every bump sandwiching my sting between skull and foam.