Despite decades of prolific building, 73-year-old Israeli architect Moshe Safdie is still best known for his first project: Habitat 67, the avant-garde housing units constructed for the 1967 International and Universal Exposition in Montreal. The building’s 354 stacked concrete cubes never revolutionized housing as many thought they would, but Safdie’s groundbreaking vision probed how to maintain pleasant aspects of suburban living, like personal gardens and multi-view windows, in a high-density urban environment. Over 7 million people visited Habitat 67 during the Exposition, which was remarkable since it was a residential project, not an extravagant “White City” like the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago. READ MORE

Ooh, smoke billowing at 14th and I, NW, in D.C.! Maybe it's all the hot air being burned right now on Cabalist in the wake of that story on up-and-coming journalist-and-blogger Beltway Insiders, the one that had an all-male cast. Cabalist, should you not be a manly Beltway Insider yourself, is the email listserv Journolist replacement, where the in-the-know politicos discuss amongst themselves the weighty wonky workings of the world. (I'm jealous! I want in!) Here's a brief note to our wonky Cabalistic boyfriends in D.C.: whenever a reporter calls, you always ask with whom else he is speaking. And who his editor is. And what his brief is. And you make yourself familiar with his work. And then you make suggestions of who else he should talk to! That's called "not getting set up." There's no excuse for a reporter to be surprised by another reporter! And it actually is the subject's responsibility to do that, and the subjects of stories often actually do know in advance what the article is going to say—because they ask questions. And what's more, there's plenty of people who happily say "actually, please do not write about 'how awesome' I am." Because it might not be good for them. READ MORE

"Consider, for example, the curious case of Liz Fowler. Fowler went from being the chief counsel for the Senate Finance Committee to being the vice president for public policy and external affairs at health insurer WellPoint in 2006. But two years later, Fowler returned to the Hill as an aide to Democratic Sen. Max Baucus (Mont.), where she—guess what?—made sure that WellPoint's interests were favored during the health care reform debate. READ MORE

For insider liberal coastal media elite private jokes I usually prefer Real Kaplan (who is not the "real" Peter Kaplan, who is the editorial director of Fairchild's "fashion group" of magazines, but is "real" compared to the two other fake Peter Kaplan Twitter accounts, which are now "involved" with the two new fake Twitter accounts for new New York Observer editor Elizabeth Spiers—kidding, that second one is real!). [UPDATE: IT'S VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU ALL MUST KNOW THAT THE FAKE SPIERS ACCOUNT IS PUT ON BY AN UNKNOWN INDEPENDENT PERSON, ONE WHO DOESN'T DO THE FAKE KAPLAN ACCOUNTS. DON'T LET THAT INFORMATION KEEP YOU UP ALL NIGHT.] But there's also an art to deception in impersonation, which is why DCJourno is so thrilling. It's hard to spot that it's not real a bit, because it so frequently resembles the real Twitter discourse emerging from some of the many wonderful people who labor in the shadow of our nation's leadership.

That one was so good that I suspect is passed without notice.

(Recommended by Shani Hilton, who is a person in DC you can follow where none of this insider business will occur!)

Previously:

Kate Riley
Roger Clark

Emma Gilbey Keller

The Catholic League has called some of the art “vile," Rep. John Boehner has called for investigations into “how taxpayer funds are used” for Smithsonian shows and National Portrait Gallery Director Martin E. Sullivan allowed his boss, Smithsonian Secretary G. Wayne Clough, to pull what was evidently the most “offensive” piece from the show. After this sudden re-ignition of the culture wars, it’s hard to recall the accomplishment, pride and liberal self-congratulation on display at the opening of Hide/Seek a month ago. READ MORE

On my last night in Washington, D.C., where I’ve been working, a very weird thing happened: a drunk guy in a bar took an instant personal dislike to me, insulted my short haircut, told me I looked like the child from The Omen and said that I had “666” written on my head (I have to assume this is also an Omen reference). At the end of this string of craziness, he also called me a dyke. READ MORE

At least half the mysterious but immense number of people who attended Saturday’s Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear didn’t see or hear one iota of the stage show, because there were way too many people crowding round a woefully insufficient number of speakers and Jumbotrons. But nobody seemed to mind too much about missing the show, because they were having so much fun comparing costumes and signs, and giggling together over how weird “this whole thing” was. The atmosphere as I roamed about the massive crowd was uniformly giddy all day long. READ MORE