The view from the 50th floor of the Prudential building.
Lots and lots of iPhone pics. Next time I’ll bring the Nikon.
Did you see the pictures today? I was watching a CNN stream from Washington. Half a million people? It looked incredible, and that was just one city. There were marches and rallies all over the country. It was amazing. Outstanding. They said Boston topped one hundred thousand people. That’s my city, people. In my city, we know what’s right.
To hell with that fascist prick.
All of the women who marched today are American heroes.

I’ll take any excuse to go visit the Charles River.
Last night was the first time in eight years that I had the chance to see the mighty Letters to Cleo. I wish I could tell you how many times I’ve seen them now, but I lost count somewhere along the line. I saw them on the Common at a Hemp Fest right around the time their second record came out. I saw them at Merrimack College. I saw them at Avalon at least once. I think I might have seen them at the Hatch Shell once. Did I ever see them at TT the Bears or the Middle East? I don’t think so. It’s The Paradise that throws my memory off though. There were so many that I lost track. At least five before last night, but maybe as many as eight? I can’t remember. Suffice to say, I’ve seen Letters to Cleo a whole shit load of times, and each time has been fantastic. They are just a great live band. I’m hoping that this reunion thing will become a regular happening. A little new music, a few shows in some big cities, and a stop or two at The Paradise… where they belong.



The full photo album is here, but they all suck. Just warning you.
There are so many people today who are fans of the Boston Red Sox who have no idea what it means to be a fan of the Boston Red Sox. Once they finally won the World Series, back in 2004, the idea of the Fellowship of the Miserable sort of went away. Now, 12 years later, it’s a distant memory.
For those who don’t understand what it used to be like, let’s just say that last night was like old times.
The Sox magic number to clinch the American League East was one. One Red Sox win or one Toronto Blue Jays loss and the Sox are division champs. The Blue Jays were playing Baltimore, and the Red Sox were playing the Yankees (of course).
Late in the game down in New York, the word comes through that the Blue Jays have lost. Congratulations, Red Sox, you’ve won the division. They had a 3–0 lead and just needed to put away the Yankees so they could start celebratin’.
Bottom of the ninth, their closer on the mound. Kimbrel decides he doesn’t want to throw any strikes. One hit and a slew of walks later and it’s 3–1 Yankees. In comes Joe Kelley to try clean up Kimbrel’s mess. At first it looks like he might get through it. He gets the first two hitters out. Then, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs, friggin’ Mark Teixeira hits a grand slam. Yankees win, 5–3.
This is what the damn Red Sox used to do to us all the time. Just as it’s time to start the party… lose in gut wrenchingly awful fashion.
Thanks for the memories, guys. Now DON’T DO IT AGAIN!
On Monday my step daughter had to work. My step son suggested that we take advantage of the situation by going to the Museum of Science. Seemed like a good idea to me. We didn’t stay long, but we had a good time while we were there.
iPhone camera evidence follows:
This picture represents my impression of every 1950’s science fiction movie.

It is hard to imagine that this is accurate, but this shows that a T-Rex has bigger feet than I. Ridiculous, am I right?

Here we see a model of the kitty that left the gigantic foot print. I kept telling my step son that this was just a big kitty with a baldness issue but he wasn’t buying it. Meow.

Here we see the downside of dieting. No… that joke wasn’t funny. I can’t come up with anything even remotely funny to add to this image. Well, at least I hope that I look this good when I’m a zillion years old and an extinct fossil.

This photo shows why I could never have been a Mercury Astronaut. I am way too big to fit in that tiny little capsule. John Glenn must have been really small.

And there you have it. My goofily lame Museum of Science recap post.

We are at the Museum of Science in Boston. My step son said the Van de Graaff generator looks like boobs.

