Good news for the D.C. art community: A new gallery will be opening up a few doors down from Long View. It's called Lamont Bishop.
Salon says we should all cut Gilbert Gottfried a break, already.
New York Magazine says: Bring Arena Stage/Steppenwolf's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf to Broadway.
The Washington National Opera has dedicated all remaining performances of Madama Butterfly to the people of Japan.
So how long after this knuckle tattoo of crazy Natalie Portman in Black Swan was complete did the slow shame of regret creep in? Five minutes? Ten?
THE ROBONAUTS ARE COMING. To the Air and Space Museum, for demonstrations at 10:30 a.m., 11:30 a.m., 1 p.m. and 2 p.m. today. If you go to this, tweet us some pictures!
And lastly, here's what is occupying space in America's brains that should be dedicated to things like Japan, calculus or climate change: Rebecca Black. It's not this girl's fault that daddy has enough money to indulge her by purchasing a pre-packaged singing career. But goodness gracious, is that sausage factory known as Ark Music strange! Salon agrees. Rolling Stone beats a fuming Slate to the obvious contrarian article about how "Friday" is not the worst video ever, but actually kinda good. Paste shows us what it would be like if it were sung by Bob Dylan, and it still sounds like shit. Gizmodo reveals to us the terrible theater of the Ark Launch Party, and I wonder what will happen to these children in 5, 10, 20 years. Charlie Sheen meltdowns? Maybe they'll reject all of this, move to Oregon, and take up organic farming. And D.C. is not immune from the tween music pandemic: City Paper gives us Zachary Freiman's bar mitzvah video. Mazel Tov! He's got nothing on this precious little moppet, though. Take it away, CJ Fam: