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Waves, Tides, and Sand Castles
So this is it: the final throes of a summer that wrestled hard at every bell. It’s nowhere near submission, and I won’t pretend I’ve ever been in control, but the fight’s almost over. Soon, the bookies will go home and the neon will fade and I’ll be standing in my tastefully purchased Cambridge thrift ...
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Northern Lights
This weekend, following a concert featuring Kurt Vile & Real Estate, my friends and I stumbled onto what appeared to be an all-night rager in the parking lot and disused garage behind the converted warehouse in which former Voice multimedia editor Logan Zemetres currently resides. The party featured live, sweaty music, a man dressed as ...
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The dish before the utensils
Amidst cries of “out of the sidewalk, into the street” and “si se puede,” with American Hi-Fi’s “Flavor of the Weak” stuck in my head, as I threw my fist into the driving bullet-sized rain and pulled parsley leaves off their stems, as my neighbor Adrian compared Nas’ Illmatic to a sister, as I woke ...
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Wasted days
Last night at approximately three o’clock in the morning, as a small green trolley of inscrutable intention slowly cruised down the train tracks across the road [me: "So if you don't mind me asking, whatcha doin?" man standing on back: blank stare of disbelief, probably trying to assess my hallucination/non-hallucination status. me: "whatcha doin?" man: ...
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How roommates are similar to the police, or at least citizen’s arrest
As the resident Boston blogger, I feel obligated to address the slap in the face we received in the form of a basketball loss by our locally-marketed corporate entity, the Celtics. But obligations… well, let’s just say I’ve ignored them before. So this will be an entry about cleaning up your house. My roommates don’t ...
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I live in a basement
There are three windows at street level in my living room, which afford a gorgeous view of some trees, one fence, and four bicycles as well as a bush and part of another building. They do not afford much sunlight. So I’ve been doing a lot of biking, which I suggest you try out because ...
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Welcome to the Working Week
It’s four AM on a Monday and I am reading about an elementary school in Brighton, Massachusetts. Conn, in its infinite wisdom, gave me three thousand dollars to do basically that. This is the life of a journalist: take the things that you see around you, decide what parts of them other people should know ...