Posted on April 25, 2002 at 11:01 am | No Comments
Below I noted that the too-good-to-be-true Spring weather had ‘gone to hell’. Well, unless it snows in hell, I was seriously mistaken. An inch of the white stuff is on the way, and there are going to be some fairly pissed off blooming trees, migrating birds, … and, well, me.
I just read a new study that has determined eating bread and fried food can lead to cancer. I swear, eventually we’ll all just be chomping on apples and drinking boiled water. Well, until we do a study on the harmful effects of apples.
My boss was kind enough to give me the day off yesterday to recover from the past weeks’ extra hours. It was much needed, and well-used. Amie and I hit the streets and wandered over to the New England Aquarium. An afternoon spent with penguins, sea lions, sharks, and multi-colored fish. And of course, afterwards we headed across the street to lunch on baked sea bass and fried cod. Uh oh… fried fish and tasty pre-lunch rolls? I’m living on the edge.
Do you think this fish knew I’d soon be snacking on his buddies? I swear, I felt like the paparazzi staring straight into the eyes of Sean Penn…
Posted on April 23, 2002 at 8:56 am | No Comments
A week later and the weather goes to hell. Ok, enough of the small talk. “Should we talk about the weather?“. I think not.
I feel like I’ve been non-stop since last Thursday, when a late work-night at became an early work-morning… finally getting to sleep at 2am and back in six hours later. Followed that up with a Friday night party, a Saturday rock show, a 7am Sunday work shift, and a Monday handling the fallout of the previous day’s work-related changes. You’d think I would have used last night to catch up on some sleep… but nooooo…
Bloggers of Boston Unite
Last night at 608 was the first (and fairly well-attended) gathering of some boston bloggers, a group which requires nothing more than that you maintain a weblog to be part of. Nice to meet a few new folks, including organizers Shannon and Sooz (although, admittedly, I ended up gravitating towards conversation with friends Matt, Mary, and Heath).
The meeting place was well chosen, as Mr. Neil Halstead made a tour stop at 608 to play a show for the mellow and appreciative crowd. Neil’s one of my musical heroes, actually… the man behind Slowdive, one of my favorite bands. I haven’t been as into the stuff he’s done since (with Mojave 3), but I was certainly in the mood for his solo songs last night. A fine evening overall, but one that ended a bit later than my body and brain wanted it to.
The afformentioned ‘saturday rock show’ was none other than DC’s always-rocking-never-stopping Fugazi (who I haven’t seen in ten years), along with Champaign, Illinois’ Poster Children (who I’ve been trying to see live for 10 years). Both bands played a healthy mix of old and new, and each proved you make with the punk rock well into your late thirties and not look even remotely silly doing it. Hell, Rose from the PKids is a rock goddess as far as I’m concerned. And she’s got a black belt in Tae Kwon Do!
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a crowd that massive and not felt like running to the nearest open field, but I felt completely comfortable up near the swirling mass at the front of the mass art gym. And as if I didn’t know I had the coolest wife ever, Amie was right beside me the whole time, fending off the encroaching moshers with her forearms. We may have been the oldest kids up there, but hey, it didn’t feel like it.
Speaking of Fugazi, I found an old cassette of a soundboard recording from their 1991 Burlington, Vermont appearance. In a fit of inspiration, I transferred the whole tape to my computer, encoded it, and made it available here. Great stuff.