Monthly Archives: January 2011

Thanks to a tip from a friend, I spent Friday morning on a tour of the MIT Nuclear Reactor, which has intrigued me every time I walked by it on Massachusetts Avenue for almost 10 years. No cameras are permitted … Continue reading →

I walked home from VoiceLab’s first rehearsal of the year amidst the falling snow. The streets were empty save for plows and buses. The sidewalks showed clear footprints from the small number of pedestrians. I passed a pub, from which … Continue reading →

I get a lot of junk mail from Sunsail, a charter boat company that my family used once for a (very pleasant) vacation. I hardly even glance at their brightly colored oversize postcards anymore, but before I tossed the latest … Continue reading →

I resolved to dig out my car today, and walked over to my parking space with my shovel. Here’s what my car looks like: I visualized the packed ice under the snow, surrendered, and retreated to my apartment for the … Continue reading →

We won the hunt. I think I can say this in public now that 3:17 PM has passed, and the hunt is officially closed. We found the “coin” at about 6 AM this morning, hidden above a light fixture in … Continue reading →

A friend threw a party tonight (theme: mass produced junk food). I brought a Slim Jim, which might have deserved third place behind the Twinkies and Easy Cheese. I biked there, on the theory that it was faster and safer … Continue reading →

I’m not sure what exactly the definition of a blizzard is, but the city of Boston is pretty much taking the day off. That’s a lucky break for me, since I just ran out of clean socks and the laundromat … Continue reading →

I eat a lot of tomato sauce, and so I’ve had a chance to figure out what I like in a sauce. One thing I find really unappetizing is excessive sweetness. (Francesco Rinaldi might be the worst offender.) I love … Continue reading →

A friend threw a low-key birthday party on Wednesday evening. We met up in the oak-paneled library of one of the Harvard houses, enjoying its parquet floor, high vaulted ceiling, and classic leather-bound volumes, dutifully dusted but never opened. We … Continue reading →