A funny thing has happened over the last few months: I’ve gone from feeling like the New Jersey transplant that I am to more of a Washingtonian (or semi-Washingtonian—I live out in the suburbs that my colleagues and I love to hate).
I’ve chafed at the generic urban conformity of the D.C. region before. I’ve even described Washington as filled with “hordes of young people—of every race and ethnicity to be sure—who watch the same television shows, wear the same clothes, spray the same perfume, bend their necks towards the same few websites on the same little screens.”
It is true that young people in coastal urban places have developed something of a uniform culture—often built around a kind of enlightened consumerism—and that much of the local character of cities has been diminished as gentrification proceeds and old-time businesses and residents give way to condo towers and industrial-chic gourmet sandwich shops. (Though it’s also true that much of the crime and dysfunction has been eliminated, which makes the issue tricky—it’s easy to mourn the old neighborhood shops; harder to regret that Times Square is no longer filled with hookers and seedy lounges, though some still do anyway.)
Suffice it to say that you can find plenty to dislike about the D.C. area if you want to. But there’s one thing I do like: the Capital Weather Gang, a group of Washington Post weather forecasters with a big and locally famous Twitter presence. I first heard of them in grad school at the University of Maryland, when one of my professors mentioned them while lecturing about salting and treating roads before snowstorms.
I started following them once I got on Twitter—it was one of the first accounts I followed—and became aware of a neat little local ritual. Every time a storm or unusual bout of weather hits the region, lots of people in the D.C. metro area post pictures of the weather at their location and tag the Capital Weather Gang. One might show a picture of the sky along with “Lightning in Falls Church” and another lots of water with “Oh no, flash flooding in Ellicott City!” The Gang, in turn, will retweet the best of these to help round out the forecasting and reporting. I gather that having your photo chosen for a retweet to the Gang’s one million followers is something of an honor, like receiving a little award from a civic club of old. The fact that it happens very quickly and in cyberspace doesn’t mean it isn’t real. It’s the 21st-century version of calling your friends or relatives when it starts snowing, often to the point of jamming up the phone lines.
— Erica Everhart (@ericaeverhart) June 5, 2018
— Emily Tate (@ByEmilyTate) May 22, 2018
Their actual reporting is pretty good too. Unlike the Weather Channel, which has gone all in on the trend to turn even the most boring stories into clickbait, the Capital Weather Gang explains, for example, what a “bomb cyclone” actually is and uses data to compare it to other storms. And unlike regular weather reporting, or even most of journalism and policymaking, the Capital Weather Gang shares multiple weather models and their thoughts on the likelihood of different scenarios playing out, as well as liberally using followers’ photos from around the metro area to illustrate in real time what’s happening on the ground. It’s a refreshing use of distributed, particular knowledge along with technocratic expertise. It’s like FiveThirtyEight meets The Great Revolt, only for weather.
— Liz Malm ? (@elizabeth_malm) June 5, 2018
Imagine a group of skilled and relatively high-profile journalists who curated in a single place actual stories and images from communities affected by the opioid crisis. Imagine the same approach to documenting the upheavals on American campuses, but with an eye towards the big picture rather than the careful selection and decontextualization of little incidents for maximum rhetorical and partisan effect. Maybe this is easier done with weather, but still, Capital Weather Gang is proof that it’s at least possible.
To be sure, there are other local institutions in D.C. You can follow PoPville for all kinds of local and mostly crowd-sourced stories, and Eater DC for restaurant news, for example. But most large cities have these sorts of things (and Eater is a Vox Media company that covers 24 cities—which makes its Washington presence more like a branch of a chain than a local institution). The Capital Weather Gang is truly local. It’s accomplished something in merging crowdsourcing, expertise, and social media.
Following their updates during the snowstorms and record rainfall these past few months is the first thing that has made me feel like a Washingtonian, as opposed to someone who put down in an area that happens to be Washington. Like the Welcome Wagons that once tried to make the ersatz suburbs feel like home, the Capital Weather Gang and its interactive reporting style has created a little ritual that roots people in their place. Clicking over to that Twitter feed while hunkered down in a snow-barricaded home must be something like listening to FDR’s fireside chats or grabbing the local newspaper after an eventful week. It provides the kind of local color that our communities badly need more of. If you live in the area, you should follow them. And if you find yourself at home on a rainy or stormy Sunday morning, you might even consider reading their tweets instead of heading out to brunch.
Addison Del Mastro is assistant editor for The American Conservative. He tweets at @ad_mastro.