Charter bus company DC2NY is getting desperate. The company sent out 2 emails in 24 hours yesterday asking for help help against a new mandate forcing all intercity buses to load at L’Enfant Promenade, the only “designated intercity bus zone”.

That order comes courtesy of the District’s Department of Transportation, and means all the companies, including beloved Chinatown buses, will have to leave their native environs. DC2NY, naturally, has a counter-proposal: designating their turf at Dupont Circle an inter-city bus zone too. Their plan to do that involves getting their fans in DC, who have so often benefited from DC2NY’s help with distant concerts or booty calls, to pitch in by emailing Transportation employees and councilmembers.

After all, as those water bottle mongers insist, Southwest is scary! Save Dupont! Write to our favorite  councilman Jack Evans (who conveniently sits on the relevant committee) and help DC2NY load wherever it likes.

Whole e-mail, with a font that practically says, “Remember me, the cool bus? We had great times, didn’t we?”, after the jump

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Start saving your pennies, 3 AM pancakes lovers. Wisconsin Avenue institution and health hazard Georgetown Cafe is up for sale…on Craigslist.

According to a listing posted yesterday, the restaurant is selling for $325,000. Along with the unmentioned charming, dingy interior, the owners are offering a “hard to obtain” liquor license. Oh la la!

Flickr photo from shawnblog used under a Creative Commons license

I had a lot of big plans for the last summer of my youth, most of them involving fast cars, tepid pools, and cold drinks. Unfortunately, the closest I’ve come this summer to a top-down, wind-in-my-hair moment came when I went down a really large hill really fast on my bike.

As if to rub it in my face that high gas prices are killing the last dream of my youth, Michael Paterniti had to go and declare the death of the American roadtrip. Paterniti (currently installed in a Maine summer cottage with his 2.5 children) says there is no real fun or adventure to be had on car trips.

Since that’s clearly wrong, he must just be jealous because he never got lucky with a really hot hitch-hiker.

We were all worried there for a minute, but as it turns out, Roy Hibbert’s going to be all right. The big man was picked up by the Toronto Raptors as the 17th pick of the draft, despite a bitchy scout report that Hibbert would “need a parachute on draft day.” According to media, Roy will ultimately end up playing in an Indiana Pacers uniform. This will require some trades, in a process not unlike when a younger you needed a Wartortle card but only had a bent Clefairy.

Patrick Ewing Jr. also scored big, going to the Sacramento Kings as the 43rd pick.

Congratulations, boys. 6 weeks out of college and you already have jobs.

Though he hasn’t experienced Catholic guilt or weekly confessions, Barack Obama has American Catholics on his side, according to a Georgetown survey.

21% of Catholics identified with the Republican Party in 2008, compared to 41% in 2004.

In other words, it always comes back to just war doctrine.

Remember that Washingon Post Magazine Cover story about how everyone who’s anyone ends up in finance and the rest of us are doomed to be ditch diggers? Well, this week the New York Times seeks to debunk the myth.

They let us know that a lot of people in the highest levels of academia are worried that their lectures on the importance of altruism are being drowned out by the waiting expense accounts of Morgan Stanley and McKinsey.

So are graduates selling out or just being prudent? 30 pieces of silver doesn’t go as far as it used to.

Haven’t started a charitable foundation or saved millions of African orphans from AIDS by the fall of your junior year? Sorry, but according to this weekend’s Washington Post Magazine cover story, you are doomed to a lifetime of mediocrity and remorse.

“The Coveted” explores the career paths of what author Liza Mundy calls the “hypercredentialed” college graduates coming out of America’s top universities. The students profiled in the article all seem to have founded charitable organizations in impoverished Latin America or Africa and are generally hyper-excelling individuals who maintain 3.95 GPAs whilst saving the world, and one infers while reading, irritating the hell out of anyone they meet with their overdeveloped sense of self.

Case in point, when asked about what she enjoys to do in her leisure time, one supergrad answered, “Most recently I was monitoring elections in Kenya.” Yeah, I was too. On TV. For five minutes.

Besides the parade of irritating personalities that present themselves in this article, what is most frustrating is the fact that Mundy presents the idea that there are only a few acceptable career options for supergrads to pursue, namely, investment banking and the CIA. So after saving poor kids during their teens and early 20s, these kids are ready to pursue their charity on the corporate level by exploiting struggling Third World economies and propping up dictators? Their philanthropic devotion is touching.

Mundy also fails to address class. While other, equally talented students spend their summers working to pay for books or tuition, the supergrads are flying to exotic locales to help locals. Their work is admirable, but only wealth allows these twenty-somethings to pad their resumes by founding charities.

Readers on the Post’s website overwhelmingly agree with me that Mundy’s article is, and excuse the trade speak, “slanted bullshit”.

“Wow,” wrote one commentor, “this was just like reading an advertisement for corporate America.” Another glibly wrote that the supergrads will be “coke-snorting, drunk burn-outs” in a few years.

Charity and coke: what elite America does best.

The New York Times Food section is a Wednesday delight. Reading about the hip cheese of the moment and which subtle Bordeaux I absolutely must pair with my next steak tartar really helps me get my jollies in the early AM on hump day. As good as Food has been in the past though, this Wednesday’s took the cake (ha, ha).

The story about a West African berry simply called “miracle fruit” (named in that delightfully sketchy tradition that gives dealers the appellation of “cookie men”) which drastically alters the palate for about an hour, making everything you eat or drink–even vinegar and lemons–taste sweet, really rocked my gustatory socks.

Apparently, it hit the New Yorkers hard too; the video accompanying the article features a blue tracksuited fruit dealer clutching wads of cash. This was not, however, the first time I had heard of this foodie phenomenon.

My older sister, a resident of Rockville, Maryland and her band of hipster friends had a tasting party for “miracle fruit” months before those New York hooligans took a bite. Advice from my big sis on eating the magic fruit: “I suggest also rubbing it on your lips so that the juice that get on them are still sweet and don’t sting. ”

No word from the FDA on whether or not there are any long-lasting adverse effects from the fruit. Besides the vinegar guzzling, of course.

-Clare Malone, Managing Editor

Photo from Flickr user Torrez used under a Creative Commons license

Color me culturally and diplomatically enthralled … U.N. Secretary General Ban Ki-moon will be paying Georgetown’s very own conglomeration of U.N. dorks, NAIMUN, a very special visit tomorrow afternoon. The Georgetown club is hosting a conference for eager high school kids who are interested in politics, international affairs and getting drunk in their hotel rooms, and the Secretary will be speaking to the eager under-age beavers at around 3 pm tomorrow at the Washington Hilton Hotel at Dupont Circle.

Apparently he won’t stay long, something about cocktails with Condi, so rears in gear Georgetown, we’re supposed to love this stuff.

Photo courtesy Flickr user Yaiza Gómez

Below is a new video featuring Will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas, among others, that splices clips of Barack Obama speaking with various beautiful people who apparently all support him. Worth a look if you like a) Politicians with big ears or b) Movie stars with big breasts.