Well, after we had the original Snowpocalypseageddon event two years ago, I figured since that was so epic it might be a while before we have anything like that again. But I was wrong, apparently. Looks like we are in for quite a doozy tomorrow night. And to make matters worse, winds will be blowing so hard that we may actually meet the official criteria for this to be a blizzard.
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Anyone who knows me well knows that when it comes to football, I am decidedly… meh. I just never got into the sport the way that so many other people (like Kelly) have. Baseball is another story. I love it. Even hockey and soccer are sports I care WAY more about than football. But still, I look forward to whenever the Pats go the Superbowl, because that inevitably means people I know will be throwing great parties with lots of beer, wings, and general awesomeness.
So this year the upcoming wingstravaganza Superbowl party seems to be dominated by talk about this mess regarding the slight under-inflation of footballs. And frankly, I am a bit puzzled by the whole thing.
Continue reading “The Pats, our Mini, and absurdity taken to new heights”
Join The Seraphim Singers as we present a concert of sacred poetry in choral settings. We’ll be performing in two of greater Boston’s beautiful churches, First Church Congregational on Garden Street in Cambridge and St. Cecilia Parish in Boston.
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After a small break in January, we’re back at it, this time in time for Valentine’s Day. Geoff and I will be vending at the Somerville Local First Local is for Lovers Market at the Armory in Somerville on Sunday February 8th from 10:00am – 3:00pm. (For those of you scurrying to check your calendars, this is the Sunday after the Superbowl.)
This will be our first market with SLF since Singing Stones Jewelry became a part of Cambridge Local First. I, for one, am really excited.
We’re also going to be back showing with the ever fantastic Gravestone Girls, Erica from Esoterica and Smiley Baby Hats, Q’s Nuts, and the good folks at Next Step Living. This is, as always, a full on family event with Knucklebones there to entertain and enlighten the kids while the adults shop, listen to great music, and check out the hard cider vendor Far From the Tree Craft Hard Cider.
We really hope to see you there!
~Kelly
I miss him. I miss my little buddy, and how he used to greet me every day when I come home from work. Thumbelina still does, of course, but it’s not the same as when the pair of them would get each other all worked up and excited over things like that.
As a historian, and as someone who grew up in the South, I can’t help but shake my head at how a generation after the tumult of the 1950s and 1960s, we as a society are still struggling with virtually all of the issues that Dr. King fought against. Don’t get me wrong, we have come a long way, even in my lifetime, but that progress still doesn’t mean that we live in a “post-racial” society.
As usual, Mike is *right ON* with this post. Take a read.
~Kelly
I’ve waited a week to see if the overwhelming negative reaction to the possibility of hosting the 2024 Summer Olympcs by Bostonians changed. As far as I can tell, it hasn’t. Not only is requiring an Olympic games as a prerequisite to improving mass transit and housing a fundamental failure of governance–these are problems that should be solved without hosting the Olympics–but it also doesn’t make sense on its own terms. While there has always been a minority of Bostonians who suffer from an inferiority complex (truthfully, I can’t figure this one out–Boston is a great city), Boston really doesn’t need the Olympics to increase tourism: Fanueil Hall alone is one of the most visited tourist attractions in the world*. Unlike Barcelona, which used the games to great effect, Boston is already ‘on the map.’
Anyway, it seems there’s an opportunity for both local Boston politicians…
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My friend Shoyo is a pretty cool guy. He’s an undergraduate student at BU, he’s got a wicked sense of style, and he’s been volunteering at HMNH since he was about 5 years old. He’s also the only thing I can think of that unites the three things listed in the title of this post.
I worked a half shift yesterday before I went to rehearsal last night. I wasn’t really in any mood to deal with people but one of my coworkers had called out sick and another was sick and needed to go home. Word had also spread about Rerun’s passing and this particular group of people, who are ordinarily nice to me, were super sweet and supportive. I ended up with a lot of time to work in the quiet places and get some time alone. I really appreciated it.
This is not the obituary I thought I’d be writing. I really thought that Rerun would be with us for a while yet. Rerun died this morning. He was 11 years old.
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