January is National Get Organized Month (as if I care)
Reading articles like this one make me feel not so bad about my disorganized, pig-sty manner of living. Thanks, New York Times!
Reading articles like this one make me feel not so bad about my disorganized, pig-sty manner of living. Thanks, New York Times!
Now that I have cable, I've been watching TV a little bit more. There's a lot of crap on, but occassionally there's something cool enough that warrants mentioning - like History Detectives, which I saw last night one of PBS's cable stations (217 on Comcast). In the episode I saw last night, the detectives determined:
The lengths they went to to figure out this things were pretty extensive, and the hosts of the show are cool, except for one of them, Elyse Luray, who's either playing dumb or really is dumb, it's hard to tell. But aside from that, this is a really cool investigative show that often takes you down surprising historical roads. And it's theme song is "Watching the Detectives," not very surprising, but a fun tune, nonetheless.
Two albums that you should listen to if you're into free jazz, or if you'd like to hear what it's about:
With nothing much to crow about under his belt for his mayoral tenure, Hizzoner Tom Menino has sandwiched his year with two pronouncements no one was prepared for - the first being a solicitation to build a 1,000 ft. skyscraper just outside the Financial District, and the second a radical idea that will undoubtedly change the landscape of the city of Boston: selling Boston City Hall and the Plaza, and relocating the central government of the city to Drydock Four, near Southie (I used to call this area Southie, but I've been advised otherwise by J.O.). Whether this change is for good or bad remains to be seen. Boston City Hall and the Plaza have been the butt of jokes and the target of critics' wrath since it was built in 1969. Certainly it's a product of the era and has not withstood the test of time very well, but I've come to enjoy the building. A piece in the Globe this morning says it well:
It was horrible to read this on the MBTA website today:
Last night I was in the basement of the United First Parish Church in Quincy doing some work for the Prison Book Program, and discovered something really cool. We'd been working mere feet away from the bodies of two dead Presidents! Yes, John Adams and his son John Q. Adams are entombed in granite in the basement of the UFPC, alongside their wives, Abigail and Louisa, respectively. Who knew? The PBP lady, also named Chris, surprised us with this bit of information, and was nice enough to give us a short but sweet tour of the Adams Family catacomb. An awesome and interesting evening!
The T has sold its last token. Congratulations to Ms. Velez! East Boston gets put on the map again!