And here’s November. I’m going to hold off on posting December until tomorrow sometime as I’m finding myself unable to commit to a final POTD of the year until the night is over. Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!!
I’m spending some time on this last snowy day of 2009 finishing up my Project 365 posts. This is the month of October, a pivotal time of the year for me. It starts with the second half of the move from San Francisco, through the start of my new job here in Boston.
The second annual Jingle Blast has finally found a date that makes most folks happy. So henceforth we’re officially on for Saturday January 2nd, 9am. We will be meeting in the North End to get our run on, followed by coffee & crumpets. Bring your tattered remnants of Christmas spirit and residual hangover, along with your present for me if you accidentally forgot to give me one before. Much like it’s cousin-in-spirit, the “Super Bowl”, the Jingle Blast now faces the challenge of being located in a different calendar year than the regular season, making it inappropriate to dub it Jingle Blast 2010 (since the inaugural was held in 2008 that makes it look like we skipped a year). And since nobody wants to end up running the Jingle Blast LDCXXXII I’ll stick this year’s race with the played out but technically accurate 2.0 suffix.
For posterity, here are the specs from last year’s race. I don’t assume the route will be identical but it should be similar in spirit. 4.2 BLAZING kilometers!
Me and mine wish you and yours a very merry late festivus, chistmas eve, solar new years, kwanzakkah, verdukian sing-along etc. May your face stay rum-flush, your fingers warm and your paws unsalty. We’re off to (yet another) church thing followed by the merriest of chinese food options in beautiful downtown Arlington. Tomorrow? Cheesecake part 2: Cheesey-cake vs the Gooseberry of Doom. It should be good fun.
Christmas countdown? I don’t know what kind of Christmas countdown I can muster given that I still don’t have a tree and have yet to buy a single gift.
But regardless this has been a fantastic weekend, so humor my brief linky recap. Snow dog absolutely made my weekend by getting posted on Universal Hub. AZ flew into town for our little blizzard, and ended up with her hand featured on ACL (and linked to on the UH). I didn’t get tickets for the free skate at Fenway but got to see the rink and see Marc’s brother play at league night (w/ Team HB & YJP). Jenni drove up for an exuberantly fun party at Annie’s house which devolved into the kind of chaos that should have resulted in a visit from the noise police. And I had a delicious lunch date with my three sisters in the North End at La Famiglia (though, I shouldn’t have bailed before fancy coffee). All in all a pretty much perfect weekend. More snow days please!!
(Also, Happy Birthday Lee!)
Saturday my car got a little smashed up. Not as exciting as it sounds. Dog & I are fine.
Sunday, driving home in the dark rain, merging onto the interstate with no driver’s side mirror, I had flashbacks to the free for all attitude of drivers in Lima where anyone who’s even marginally ahead of someone else has the right of way. There’s no cutting people off, since what unpredictable BS the lead car does is totally fine. That’s me, merging blind, hoping other people understand our new rules.
Today, body shop. The bill comes to $1835.44, for one new fender and a repainted driver’s side door. Word is someone else is paying for that.
I’m sitting here in my office, watching a live stream of the I-70 bridge demolition in Lawrence (on ljworld.com). I find this fascinating. The bridge that’s being blown up is just upriver from the new KU Crew boathouse, up from where I spent most of my college years rowing on the Kansas River. The bridge itself was a landmark we used every day, marking the steady starting and finishing lines for thousands of workouts and impromptu races.
It’s a weird feeling – the replacement bridge is right next to the old one, there’s practically no difference but I have this odd emotional thing going on. I have these memories of running up under that bridge, crossing the clearly-unsafe catwalk just under the roadbed. Sometimes homeless people or wandering kids would hang out around the base of the bridge, I guess for whatever shelter it provided. And since I assume the statute of limitations has passed with the bridge’s demise, by far my most favorite bridge memory is when some like-minded people and I somehow got our coach’s keys to break into the boat compound, borrowed his motor and launch and despite high and fast water managed to beautifully deface the underside of one of the supports, leaving an impressive piece of multi-chromatic artwork claiming our light men’s four to be the fastest on the water. If it’s written on stone, it’s true.
So who knows, maybe that was still there, maybe long painted over by other crews and their bravado or by Kansas Turnpike workers in a fit of post-9/11 don’t mess with infrastructure zeal. But’s it’s for sure gone now, and that’s a little sad. On the upside, the explosion prompted this, my favorite email of the week.
Exactly. I could get on board with a plan like that. Lawrence ho.
Tomorrow is the Massachusetts primary to fill the Kennedy seat. I’m still unsure who to vote for despite paying some moderate amount of attention to the four Democratic candidates. I got an amusing canvassing call the other day from one of Coakley’s people, which went like this:
So I remain unsure. My gut says Khazei but my people say he can’t win. And the pragmatic part of me says Capuano but Coakley’s less likely to burn down the house after succumbing to the various ills that plague male politicians. But both those latter two pissed me off by saying they wouldn’t have voted for the health care bill in it’s current form. I still think push comes to shove they’d both fall in line or get quick bounced out the door at the next possible opportunity.
Point being, sway me. I just need one semi-convincing argument for one over the others.
KPH in town is my favorite part of the year. Tomorrow, am going to see jazz at the Beehive in the South End.
It looks like I had a photo published on boston.com, a while back. I had forgotten I had sent this in until I saw the 4th iteration of the contest on their front page today. Having clicked through the new ones, I wish I had submitted in something other than yet another mountain photo, like either my corkscrew slough or my more recent red-eye sunrise. A few more odd shots like this are at our “from a plane” tag.
The most frustrating thing about shooting from a plane is the best shots are always on takeoff or the approach for landing. So if you happen to be on the right side of the plane for a gorgeous sunrise view of Nahant taking off from Logan you risk the full wrath of the both the airline and the US federal government if you turn on a camera lest it crash the whole plane. This aggravates me every time I fly.
Anyway, here are their galleries 1, 2, 3 and 4. The folks that run these contests for the Globe could learn a thing or two about photoblog usability from The Big Picture. The way they currently have this laid out it requires waiting for Boston.com to reload over and over for each shot, insufferable.