I like this photo by Jim Davis from today’s Red Sox parade in Boston. It’s not hard to imagine the site of this year’s marathon bombing getting a little nudge from above to help everything return to normal. Or maybe that comes from the throngs of proud residents and tourists who visit Copley Square every day, terrorism be damned. Read into that what you will.
This blows my mind a little. An accurate model of Boston’s Children’s Museum and the Hood Milk Bottle made out of cake. I used to hang out here every day for lunch.
Hah! Kate Reed’s entry in the MBTA’s recent map redesign competition.
Edit: The six map finalists have been removed from the contest page. They can be found, with some analysis on each one, over at Bostonography.com.
Not a bad view of the city tonight from my banana boat.
Little red boat on the Charles. Taken just a few minutes before that sunset.
The scene outside my window at work today.
(Source: Flickr / lefauxfrog)
Beacon Hill roof deck. I like not being able to see what’s on the other side of this view.
I’ve eaten sushi plenty of times before. I fell in love with the gimmick of conveyor belt sushi restaurants while visiting Tokyo (I forget if the one I visited was in Shibuya or Shinjuku). I heard there was a relatively new conveyor belt sushi place in Boston’s Chinatown so I walked down there for dinner tonight and promptly made a bunch of newbie mistakes in quick succession. Here’s my thought process after I sat down:
- "Wait, why is most of the sushi pre-packaged? What kind of place is this?"
- "Should I stay? What kind of fast food am I getting myself into here?"
- "Well, at least there are a few dishes with actual sushi on top. I’ll let the belt go around a few times and check out the small selection."
A few minutes later…
- "Oh. Those little packages are cubes to cool the food on the plate above them. I feel much better now."
- "But that means there are lots of empty plates. Are they short-staffed tonight?"
- "Oh, right. There are lots of empty plates on the conveyor belt because other people ahead of me are emptying them. Dumbass.”
I was happily consuming my first plate of spicy tuna rolls when the waitress came over and politely asked me to return the cooling container to the conveyor belt so the chefs could use it again for a different dish. I apologized and sheepishly replaced the container.
For the record, the restaurant on Kneeland St. is called Enso and it’s not bad. It’s a friendly looking space with lots of primary colors and two full-sized conveyor belts. The room feels too large for the traditionally cozy sushi experience. One half of the space was completely empty on a Friday night and the waitress blamed that on their lack of a liquor license.
So there you go. Don’t do what I did. I doubt you would anyway. I laughed at myself, had a decent meal, and ended up with a short blog post. Not a bad little adventure.
Tonight, while walking across the Longfellow.
Boston Metro - Mural Sparks Racist Comments
President Obama would call this a teachable moment.
I don’t consider this temporary mural to be a great work of art, but I fully support its presence in downtown Boston across from South Station. Bigoted Bostonians need to be reminded that other cultures exist and that not everyone wearing a headwrap is a terrorist. Especially when the whimsical colors and pajama bottoms make it obvious that the subject is a little boy who is wearing a shirt around his head. It wasn’t difficult to understand the artists’ intention.
Here’s a larger photo that I took last week before the mural was completed.
Screw anyone who chooses to be offended by something as harmless as this. Knee-jerk outrage is the sign of a lazy and ignorant mind.