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As a big loser in today’s “Where Will the MBTA’s Daily Crippling Signal/Switching Problems Occur” derby (Copley!), I’d like to thank the train operator for at least trying to keep us updated, though I will point out that telling us that “MBTA officials are on the scene” is approximately as comforting as being told “a family of badgers is on the scene; we should be moving momentarily”. I love this city so much.
The BunkoSquad elves have been paid off, the strike is over, everything is cool again. Now to see what’s been going on for the last month. Any suggestions?
Probably the most famous person ever to come out of Northborough died yesterday. I don’t remember seeing him pitch, unfortunately; his all-too-brief career was just about the time I was learning to differentiate Tigers from Pirates from Phillies on my baseball cards.
But sometime in the late 80s, during one of my daily hours-long tennis-ball-hucking-against-the-chimney sessions, I was in a groove, practicing my pitching from the stance and my fielding all at the same time, when I noticed Mark’s truck parked across the street, presumably to do some landscaping or concrete pouring either at Mrs. McAllister’s or that mystery mansion up the hill. I threw a little harder, fielded a little flashier, hoping that maybe Northborough’s only pro ballplayer ever would take notice, take interest, and forward my contact information to the Tigers. It didn’t work. Oh well.
Reading the comments in some of the Detroit memorial articles is pretty amazing. We’ll miss ya, Bird.
Obama’s really going to slightly open relations and dealings with Cuba?
Is that really a good idea? I’m no expert, but is seems to me that the sanctions and the embargo were only 25 or 30 years away from starting to show some signs of working.
Well? What do you think?
It was time for an update, in look, in functionality (BunkoSquad is now on Wordpress, which is crammed full of cool stuff and geeky fun), and just in general. Everything’s not exactly the way it was, which in some cases is kinda the point, but I know not everything is where you expect it. It’s a bit of a work in progress. Blame me for that, and not Sooz, who awesomely helped me make the transition.
There’s a nice big CONTACT button right above for your comments, suggestions, and brickbats.
If you want to follow along on my vacation (which starts tomorrow, Friday, at 9:45 PM) and marvel at the fact that I’ll probably be updating from the road more than I update when I’m actually at a computer, I’ll be twittering. So check there. Or check the twitter feeds of Sasha Vujacic or Christopher Walken in the downtime.
They’re contractually obligated to pay those execs those bonuses? The execs have earned them?
Great! Have a big ceremony! Announce their names, what they did to earn that money, and hand them the checks with fanfare and lots of publicity. Put it on TV. Hell, have it in a hall open to the public; maybe some of the taxpayers would like to congratulate them in person.
And then, if some of the checks never make it to the bank to be cashed, the money goes back into the treasury.
Maybe it’s just Boston/Cambridge, but having worked in a bookstore for a long time, I feel pretty confident saying that you could get more than a dozen people for a reading of your book of haikus comparing Tianamen Square with bird migration patterns, from a Greco-Bolivian feminist perspective (Note: if you wrote this book, do not contact your local bookstore to set up this reading There’s no nice way for them to laugh you off the phone).
So it’s sad to see that the state of literature in Washington, D.C., is so poor that they can’t even draw a dozen people to Borders to see the intellectual guiding light of the Republican Party. Don’t quit your day job, Joe…oh, wait. You did.
Every time I get the urge to leave this city (and it does happen, with clockwork regularity, right about this time, when the wind gust enters its 56th straight day), I should read and re-read Joe Keohane’s article about leaving Boston. I’ve read it four times already, and each time, it’s either totally convinced me I have to go, or that I have to stay. There’s no in-between.
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