An Old Friend

Back to the scene of many crimes. Jim will be meeting me later but I was mysteriously drawn here in the interim. BTW, it is hot as balls out today.

Boston Harborfest -- Free Stuff at Govt. Center

More than just sharing a healthy sweet snack with the doughboy, one can also sample diet pepsi max, trail mix crunch, and healthy pork (Siobhan's note: It's the other white meat, remember). In the non-food department you can take a gander at Toyota's new hybrid car lines, discuss the finer points of life with a walking talking blackberry, and get a free toothbrush. The weather is dreary and makes me want for a low-fat (or not) chowda...

Reading of the declaration at ye olde state house

We followed the parade down from washington street and past milk street to the old town hall where a man read the declaration of independence to the throng. And we all cheered. Making appearances in the parade included the middlesex historical society and the billerica historical society who were actually shooting off rifles. Should they really give men that old guns that old? It's free country...

Lord have mercy

It's Saturday, it don't matter day. With the BKDM.

On the subject of Stolen Jesus and Weiner Poopies

Thanks, Mango

Warhol Art Maker

I found this cool download for a program that turns any picture into a work of art a la Andy Warhol. Because I'm totally in love with it and have been "warholizing" a ton of our pics, I wanted to share it with everyone.
Have fun! Share some of your Warhol pics when you make them.

Disco Skating

It's skate time for my friend Ken's birthday. I haven't fallen yet. Thank God. At my age, I might break a hip.

Take Heed

Sound advice for all.

It's Also a Bank!

Observe this monkey mist cocktail (Malibu rum, pineapple juice and... monkey?) in a take-home carved coconut! Kowloon in Saugus is awesome. It is the biggest Tiki restaurant I have ever seen.

Look! It's Nathaniel Hawthorne.

It's the house of seven gables.

In Salem

We're at Finz in Salem and Jim just ordered a oyster shooter with ginger and sake. I, of course, ordered a beer. After this, it's off to check out spooky witch places. But first, we'll go to Richardson's for homemade ice cream. Good times.

Indignant treats @ the rattlesnake

Bbq beach party at govt center!

Midnight plunger run

Oh ladybird, what have you done? Only on the boston steamah...

Don't Be Scared, Little Trooper

Have a very happy birthday, Kevin!!!

Car Bombs. Wee!

Jym and the District doing a little dance for us....to Madonna. Sunday Funday is in full effect.

T is for Technology

Look at these 2 tech wizards comparing toys on the T. We're on the way to Doyle's for vittles and drinks. The beginning of an epic BostonSteamer Sunday Funday.

Finally. The Ugly.

This is the taxi waiting line at Logan Airport. This is also where we just picked up Jim's cell phone on a rainy Sunday morning from a taxi driver named Igor. He told Jim to drink less. Sage advice that will not be heeded in the least.

Jim making friends with some people on a bar crawl - them, not him (yet).

The bad

After the Parade

This is the scene at City Hall Plaza. There were nutty religious wack jobs spewing hate at the end of the route but they didn't ruin the excellent, empowering vibe here now. This is one of the coolest things I've ever done. I am now waiting for the boys so I can get to drinking!

The good

Queens at rest.

We're behind "The Ramrod" float. Go figure.

Boston pride parade

The pride parade is offiially kicked off! This is going to be out of control I can tell. The mobile bloggers will tell all

Bears with lawn furniture on parade! Pride is great!

Fancy

I had a meeting here this morning. It was very cool. Sometimes I really dig my job.

This is the ride we rode at the Medford Carnival. To be honest, the other people here are scarier than the haunted house. And that's not counting the carnies.

Happy Birthday, Vergie

I love you friend and miss you so much, especially when I need a good, drink-fueled talking-to about where I'm going wrong in my life.

Doyles - over 75 brands of scotch

Lunch at Doyle's in Jamaica Plain. It was delicious and now I need a nap. This is the first bar in the world to ever serve Sam Adams beer because the Sam Adams brewery is 3 blocks away. I do believe that this is a perfect Sunday FunDay activity for the near future.

Late lunch in Gloucester.

Jim mans the cannon on the Mayflower.

We're at Plymouth Plantation learning how the Wampanoag made boats. I am in history geek heaven.

Sox won but Beckett looked awful. However, a good day at the ballpark is better than just about anything.

I imagine y'all will get sick of these posts eventually

We're going to Fenway again today!
Weather is gorgeous - spoda be in the 60's.
This is the get-away game of a inter-league play series with the lowly Milwaukee Brewers and the Sox are looking to play their way back into the top of the AL East. (What is WITH Tampa Bay this year? And why aren' they the "devil" rays anymore? Do you think some right-wingers down there in Florida got themselves into a tizzy and made the team remove Satan from the name? Paging Ned Flanders!)
At any rate, the Brewers got a little feisty last night and the Sox had to come back from 6-5 to win.
Josh Beckett is pitching and I'd love nothing more than to see him back to post-season 2007 form.
I'll try and update from the game. Don't forget the #end!

Barcamp boston rocks

It's called a "camp" or "camping". A short conference, in this case a bit underground. Who's presenting? What are the topics? Who will be there? No one can answer these questions until the day of... and that's the beauty of it. It is a self-organizing, community-focused, and user-run mini-conference.

After orientation, everyone goes to the board on the wall where there is a big spreadsheet tacked up. It has rooms as columns and times as rows. If you have a good idea, or want to talk about something, you write it on a stick-note or an index card and put it on a time slot and room assignment. You go to the ones you want to go to.

Most of the sessions are not "talks" with a speaker going through powerpoint slides for 30 minutes, but rather a guided group discussion, where each member of the community is both student and teacher. Now that's a world I want to be a part of.



p.s. sorry 'bout the crooked pic

The Domestic Weekend

After last weekend's debauchery, I'm well pleased to be home, doing chores and other mundane tasks that life throws at me. Since spring has just about (finally!) sprung around here, I got a new duvet set. BKDM doesn't love it (my guess is that he finds it not "death-killer"-y enough), but I keep telling him that at least I didn't go for the one with the giant monkey on it. District, maybe your baby girl needs that. Back to my Prosecco and laundry.
Wait, you didn't think "chores" meant I'm not drinking, did you? Perish the thought.

Sunday Funday. We're at Solly's. Naturally.

look at my man!

happy derby day!

lots better than seats at fenway, i should say.

here we are! bus just showed up.

We're on our way!

top of the 9th. 0-0. papelbon just came out to a dropkick's song. i feel late inning heroics for the good guys.
(Post-game note: I was right! Youk won the game in the bottom of the ninth.)

Having a rough day at the office and it's 80 (!) out, so I'm sitting here by the Mystic River, enjoying the view and thinking about things that are better than work. I do believe there might be time for a smoothie in my future.

This is where we are. Terrible seats, but at least we're here!

Fenway Park, Here We Come!

Today is a day I have been waiting for forever!
My first trip to Fenway Park for an actual baseball game -- I took the tour of the place some years ago when I came to visit, but this is the real thing!
The game starts at 7:05 and BKDM and I are planning on getting to the area around 5:00 so we can soak up all the ambiance. (Hint: In this case, "ambiance" = "beer")
The opposing team is the Texas Rangers. I don't know much about this team, except for the fact that they were once the Washington Senators and that Teddy Williams was their manager then. He quit when they moved to Texas because he hated the place so.
Oh, and W was somehow involved with their management until the people of Texas gave their village idiot his first political job as Governor. They elected that guy but not Kinky Friedman; what a fucking travesty.
On further thought, even if the Rangers weren't playing the Red Sox, I'd cheer passionately against them. What a shitty history.
Whew!
That felt good; nice and cathartic. If I can keep it together, I'll try and mobile blog from the game.

Don't Rub Up on Me on the T

The MBTA, Massachsetts' public transit authority, has started a new campaign warning riders not to engage in unwanted (paging Hector) frottage on Boston's subways. The tag line is "Rub against me and I'll expose you."
Frankly, T cars are so old and dirty that I'm usually more afraid of getting Hep C from the trash and possible human waste on the floor than of getting fondled by some Masshole.
How about a new campaign, "Stop throwing your shit (literally?) on the ground or I'll expose you..."