the most important time: right now and ever after
Thanks for making the move over from the old digs. I promise to keep providing the same content you’ve come to expect, including (but not limited to): Political rants no one agrees with; Recaps of parties you didn’t attend (no pics, sorry); Sparse reviews of books / movies that everyone got over months ago; Introverted [...]
but I still spit your girlfriend's favorite verse
# # # This may shock you: it’s snowing. # # # On Monday, I saw Michu () and Vickie () spin at River Gods. I’ve probably passed that bar at least two hundred times in all the years I’ve lived in Boston but never set foot in it before this week. It’s not just [...]
all my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain
I only read a couple of liberal / progressive webjournals, but I’ve already seen plenty of hand-wringing and venom-spitting over the news that Ralph Nader is entering the Presidential race. From Making Light: Okay, everyone. Help save America. Work to keep Nader off the ballot in your state. From Scott Lemieux of Lawyers, Guns and [...]
here comes your man
“In point-one miles,” the GPS told me, “turn left.” I turned left off of Columbia onto Blue Hill Ave. “Fuck,” I swore. I pulled into the icy strip of road behind Chez Vous, Boston’s only roller rink, just behind Will, Gina and DJ. Teetering across the sidewalk, I paused outside the front door. “I need [...]
I fought the law and the law won
On Friday I braved the wintry mix to see Laugh Track in ImprovBoston’s new space. It’s brighter and more open by leaps and bounds than the old Inman Square black box. The lobby is actually a lobby, not a low-ceilinged deathtrap. The stage in the main theater is huge and sweeping. That being said, I [...]
and the story it told of the river that flowed made me sad to think it was dead
Bundle up tight, LJers, for your weekend media blow: American Gods: Neil Gaiman’s entry into the surprisingly crowded mythological-figures-battle-over-the-American-landscape genre. Gaiman’s got that good “sense of story” like Whedon has (hey, I never said I hated the guy) and he uses it to interesting ends. Compare this book to any given novel by Tim Powers [...]
do a little bump just to clean your apartment
You want a weekend? You’ve got it. On Friday I bought Grace a hot chocolate for her birthday. We made it to Bloc 11 minutes before it closed; the spiky-haired girl behind the counter offered us our choice of pastries that she would otherwise have to throw out. We selected a remarkably bland walnut scone. [...]
I could love you baby 'till it's a cri-ime
Weekend media blow: Gone Baby Gone: Probably the most morally ambivalent film I’ve seen in some years. I’m still not quite sure whether the protagonist did the right thing in the end or not. Amy Ryan disappears into her role as a Dorchester townie; I didn’t even recognize her until the credits. And kudos to [...]
and I feel my finger on your trigger
My Valentine’s Day plans: hugging men in heavy cotton robes and throwing them to the ground with great force. Yours?
now I'm looking for the sky to save me
Speaking only in the most general terms, work has been engaging. I’ve never engraved so many new wrinkles into my brain in such a short period of time. Most new job training that I’ve been on has involved rote repetition until I get a series of commands down and then being left to my own [...]
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