An exhibit at the Newseum—the portmanteau, the folly—recently riled Unabomber Ted Kaczynski, who was not impressed by the showcasing of his former Montana cabin, the scene of his final capture by the FBI. Kaczynski, currently imprisoned in federal Administrative Maximum Facility in Florence, Colorado, spotted an ad for the exhibit, “G-Men and Journalists” in the Washington Post and wrote an angry letter:

Since the advertisement states that the cabin is ‘FROM FBI VAULT,’ it is clear that the government is responsible for the public exhibition of the cabin. This has obvious relevance to the victims’ objection to publicity connected with the Unabom case.

I hope Kacyznski doesn’t find out about museum’s site’s interactive cabin.

You’re obviously not going to class on Wednesday, meaning this week, Tuesday is the new Friday. And really, it’s ok if you’re hung over for your plane/train/bus ride home, Mom will just think you’ve been studying too hard. Apparently, some crazy shit goes down in the District while students are struggling to get over the hump, and this week is the opportune time to find out just what the temporarily unemployed, alcoholics and nerdy eccentrics do with their Tuesday evenings.

Glam Metal Karaoke

If you’re a woman/man/transgender after my own heart, you know that life would be perfect if it were Halloween every day. Until this happens (when I become president … sigh, never) we can at least find excuses to wig out, shimmy into tight leather and glob on 99 cent Wet ‘n Wild lipstick. Hence, the glory of Glam Metal Karaoke. Ok, I’ve never been, so I have no idea if people actually dress up, but drunken people are a little confused and generally accepting; and, personally, I think you should because … why not? Stage fright? The $2 pints of Miller High Life and $5 Grey Goose will take care of that, and then it’s a head-banging good time with Poison, Guns ‘n Roses, Skid Row, etc.

Glam Metal Karaoke takes place every Tuesday night at 9:30 at The Reef, 2446 18th St. NW.

Female Arm Wrestling

The Palace of Wonders is sort of a classier version of Coney Island, without the Cyclone and garbage-strewn beach, of course. The bar/museum/vaudeville stage brings back the days of burlesque and sideshows, paying homage to the Elephant Man via wax statue and flaunting taxidermied remains of a unicorn. And ladies, if you’ve been religious about your Yates visits, you can earn your drink money back this Tuesday at the female arm wrestling competition. A cash prize of $50 is awarded to the butchest and buffest femme.

Showbar presents the Palace of Wonders is located at 1210 H St, NE. The competition begins at 10:30 pm and is limited to women only.

Quizzo (What WAS Indiana Jones’ real name?)

Finally a chance to put those hours “wasted” (pssssht) watching MTV and capitalizing on your NetFlix subscription to use. The Poor House’s Quizzo tests your pop culture knowledge, but non-pop-gurus study up, the questions can be challenging. This one starts early, so you might want to hit it up before the others. And if your brain is bursting with useless pop culture trivia, you stand to earn a complimentary $20 bar tab, which makes for a decent pre-game session, or $10 to drink away the shame of runner-up status.

The Poor House is located at 319 Pennsylvania Ave, SE. Quizzo starts at 7 p.m. every Tuesday.

-Madeline Reidy, Leisure Editor

Ok, the tag line is a little kitschy, but regardless, check out Urban Fare this Thursday at Gaston Hall (8:00-10:00 pm). Now in its eighth iteration, the fare provides a much needed venue at Georgetown for Hip Hop Dance, Spoken Word Poetry, Emcees and R&B and Rap vocalists. If that’s not reason enough to go, it’s also for a good cause; proceeds go to college-bound seniors at the Duke Ellington School for the Performing Arts. Buy tickets in advance ($6) or at the door ($8).

As if you needed an excuse to see Groove Theory.

-Madeline Reidy, Leisure Editor

They’re in D.C. C’est Chic, the district’s second annual French film festival, has returned with a promising line-up and all the staples of quality French cinema—Audrey Tautou, orgies, pretentious fashion, sugar waxing, etc. Here are some highlights:

Les Chansons d’Amour (Love Songs)
A spicy ménage-a-trois turns tragic in Christophe Honoré’s musical, which stars Louis Garel and Swimming Pool’s hot (and oft naked) Ludivine Sagnier.
AMC Georgetown Theatre: Tue. 10/23 at 7 p.m.
Avalon Theatre: Sun. 10/28 at 3:15 p.m.

Lagerfeld Confidential
Rodolphe Marconi documents fashion icon Karl Lagerfeld. If you think you’re in vogue (you probably aren’t) you can see the director in person at the October 28 screening at the Avalon Theater.
Avalon Theatre: Sun. Oct. 28 at 8 p.m.
Avalon Theatre: Thu. Nov. 1 at 6:15 p.m.

Priceless
Still think of Amélie’s Audrey Tautou as a sweet, reclusive little do-gooder? Check her out as glam gold digger in Priceless. If you’ve got a trust fund, maybe you can afford the pleasure of her company. The rest of us can just watch the film.
Avalon Theatre: Thu. Nov. 1 at 8:30 p.m.

Caramel
This one sounds a bit like “Sex and the City,” except with real, non-shoe-related issues. Set in a beauty salon in Beirut, five women grapple with relationships and sexuality—among them a tormented lesbian and a soon-to-be-wed, ex-virgin Muslim—between haircuts and caramel waxing (a girl’s gotta pay the bills).
Avalon Theatre: Fri. Oct. 26 at 6:30 p.m

For the complete line-up or to purchase tickets, see http://www.cestchic.org.

-Madeline Reidy, Leisure Editor

Thanks to the good fortunes of missent mail, The Voice recently snagged a copy of Michael Perry’s Hand Job: A Catalog of Type. If you’re like me and remain fixated on the pre-Photoshop, archaic days of old-fashioned pen and paper, bamboo brushes and ink vials, you’ll appreciate the artistry of this compilation. The Brooklyn-based artist, whose clients include Urban Outfitters, MTV and Polyvinyl Records, gathered hand-drawn works from fifty typographers around the world. The book showcases the artistic potential of letters, in conjunction with images, created using materials ranging from watercolors to leaves. It’s a great source of inspiration for the creative type, and makes a nice gift for anyone looking to earn some doodling-cred in Econ class. Give your friends a Hand Job for Christmas, Hannukah, a birthday or just for kicks. The cost of this guilty pleasure: $35.

-Madeline Reidy, Leisure Editor

Note to Wes-philes,

I hope you enjoyed Taylor Hobson’s review of The Darjeeling Limited. It was a fantastic film, as any Wes Anderson fan will hopefully agree. When you go see the movie, Anderson opens the film with a note to viewers to watch “Hotel Chevalier” on iTunes free of charge. Helpful to know this before you see the movie, otherwise the brief glimpses Natalie Portman, hot as ever, make no sense. Neither does “Champs-Elysees” fit in with the soundtrack unless you see it.

That said, download “Hotel Chevalier” and go see the film, which will inspire you to book a flight to India, have sex on a train, chainsmoke Schwartzman-style, and enjoy! “Il y a tout ce que vous voulez, aux Champs-Elysees,” or whatever.

-Madeline Reidy, Leisure editor

As a gallery attendant in Walsh 101, I sit for five hours, twice a week attempting to read a book amidst the noise of Bolivian rap and the trumpets of a street performance in La Paz. Occasionally, a student wanders in as if entering an undiscovered portal to a fourth dimension. As I remind them that they’re just in a gallery they’ve never noticed, they tilt their heads in bemusement at Edgar Endress’ video installations—a series of masked faces viewers tend to perceive as terrorists—and leave without reading the program (which I always recommend).

Let’s get a few things straight. Yes, there is a gallery in Walsh, right next to the staircase. It’s been there for quite a few years now. No, Endress’ Heroes and Masks exhibit has nothing to do with terrorists. Those masked faces are shoe-shiners working for a dollar a day; many of them are college students. And yes, they do look like terrorists, if you are one of those people who breezes by without taking care to realize what you’re seeing.

The art most people enjoy consists of voluptuous nudes reclining on divans or landscapes rendered in thick, emotionally-charged brush strokes of oil paint. At least, that’s the sort of art I enjoy. But Endress’ exhibit doesn’t involve that sort of aesthetic. It reaches out to educate, explore and expose the viewer to a socio-political condition most are unaware of. Students and professionals donning ski masks shine shoes for a meager wage to supplement their income and studies, while smaller horizontal videos capture street performances in La Paz, Bolivia, where participants don the “Mask of All the Saints”—the actual mask is on display nearby. An embroidered fabric, “One Latino American Story,” tells a tale slightly chaotic and saturated with symbolism. Endress stopped by the gallery and explained it to me in detail; the beautifully-rendered, folk-style embroidery (which Endress commissioned) contains images of saints, military symbols and the U.S. seal and dollar signs.

The exhibit is modest, but Endress’ exploration of the mask as a political and social symbol is complex and intriguing. Between classes, or in your free time, drop by, entertain the idle gallery attendant and take a thorough look at Endress’ “Heroes and Masks.”

The Walsh 101 Gallery is open Mon-Sat, 12-5 pm. Heroes and Masks runs through Oct. 5.

-Madeline Reidy, Leisure Editor