Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Right Stuff
The move to Boston has fundamentally altered me in some ways. And not in the ways that you think; for example, I have not picked up a Boston accent. I do however pay attention to when the Red Sox are playing (free coffee at the Dunk). I have not started liking Boston Creme Pie; I am however much more patriotic. Finally, and I will admit that I do have some past history with this, which highly influences my behavior, so it is not Boston alone that is responsible for this, but if I were anywhere else, I am sure that I would not be as excited as I am about the reunion of New Kids on the Block. Yes, I am. Very excited.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Hey Macarena!
You listened to this song too much if you knew that the guys featured in the video didn't actually sing the song.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
All things just keep getting better
well ... what a weekend! It was the most fun that I've had in the city of Boston. Let me tell you that truly great friends, truly good friends bring something into your life that you don't just need but want. It might be different for each person, what it is that our friends give us, which is why we all have different friends. But it is the gift of any friend to give of yourself that thing, that inimitable thing, that your friend needs and wants. And it is worthy of you to know and appreciate what it is that your friends bring into your life.
Thank you, Mesha, for bringing humor and confidence into my life this weekend. You must bring adventure too, because we always seem to have a little of that going on as well.
Folks, we drank since noon; we went to Cheers (both of them!); we ate Boston baked beans (with hot dogs); we paid for the college education of street dancers; we were totally uninterested in the Declaration of Independence. We walked down Newbury Street and considered booking the band for Mesha's wedding; we parked in a spot even a Porsche couldn't get into; we crossed the finish line for the Boston Marathon; we harassed the Boston fire department. We saw Paul Revere's house; we avoided gaining weight by simply smelling the amazing food in the North End; we hated Duck Tours. Mesha ate Boston Creme Pie. We paid appropriate homage to the Dunk; we stuffed ourselves with lobster and clams (OH GOD!) We did not enjoy improv. We called people "quee-ah" and "chowdahead." I drank Sam Adams.
One night we went out to South Boston. We ran into a gaggle of cops at Woody's, the bar from Good Will Hunting. We had almost left before they (very easily) talked us into staying. Mesha got at least 4 men to say, "How do you like them apples?" Unfortunately, she could not sway Boston's sexiest bartender.
We also saw Carson Kressley. Mesha and he are now best buds. Carson invited her to stay at his vacation home in the Cod. He loved her shirt. She loved his tan. Later, Mesha decided not to get the $10,o00 gold necklace. It just wouldn't have gone with the shirt.
Mesha, we're gonna have to pass on Tokyo next time around. Let's think of a place with good bars.
Folks, you should be so lucky to have friends like mine. How do you like them apples?
Thank you, Mesha, for bringing humor and confidence into my life this weekend. You must bring adventure too, because we always seem to have a little of that going on as well.
Folks, we drank since noon; we went to Cheers (both of them!); we ate Boston baked beans (with hot dogs); we paid for the college education of street dancers; we were totally uninterested in the Declaration of Independence. We walked down Newbury Street and considered booking the band for Mesha's wedding; we parked in a spot even a Porsche couldn't get into; we crossed the finish line for the Boston Marathon; we harassed the Boston fire department. We saw Paul Revere's house; we avoided gaining weight by simply smelling the amazing food in the North End; we hated Duck Tours. Mesha ate Boston Creme Pie. We paid appropriate homage to the Dunk; we stuffed ourselves with lobster and clams (OH GOD!) We did not enjoy improv. We called people "quee-ah" and "chowdahead." I drank Sam Adams.
One night we went out to South Boston. We ran into a gaggle of cops at Woody's, the bar from Good Will Hunting. We had almost left before they (very easily) talked us into staying. Mesha got at least 4 men to say, "How do you like them apples?" Unfortunately, she could not sway Boston's sexiest bartender.
We also saw Carson Kressley. Mesha and he are now best buds. Carson invited her to stay at his vacation home in the Cod. He loved her shirt. She loved his tan. Later, Mesha decided not to get the $10,o00 gold necklace. It just wouldn't have gone with the shirt.
Mesha, we're gonna have to pass on Tokyo next time around. Let's think of a place with good bars.
Folks, you should be so lucky to have friends like mine. How do you like them apples?
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Switzerland, Norway, and Greenland
I understand that protesters feel that China needs to step up its civil and human rights stance, if it wants to be a world power and serve as host of the Olympics. But if we're going to make that demand every time, there are only about 3 countries that will be able to host, and the US ain't one of them.
People! the point is that the Olympics are a time to share in true sportsmanship and honest, good-natured competition, despite differences, or more truthfully, BECAUSE of them. Real communication and exchange are supposed to start from this event, and therefore precipitate change and/or bring enemies together afterword. Expecting 1st world principles of equality and welfare from them, as well as political acquiescence, before they've even had a chance to mow the grass on the field, is a bit like putting the cart before the horse.
Boycotting the Olympics and/or disrupting the ceremonies and games is akin to saying, "if you don't do what I tell you to do, I'm taking my ball and I'm going home!"
People! the point is that the Olympics are a time to share in true sportsmanship and honest, good-natured competition, despite differences, or more truthfully, BECAUSE of them. Real communication and exchange are supposed to start from this event, and therefore precipitate change and/or bring enemies together afterword. Expecting 1st world principles of equality and welfare from them, as well as political acquiescence, before they've even had a chance to mow the grass on the field, is a bit like putting the cart before the horse.
Boycotting the Olympics and/or disrupting the ceremonies and games is akin to saying, "if you don't do what I tell you to do, I'm taking my ball and I'm going home!"
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