Archive for October, 2005

28
Oct
05

Halloween Costumes

I am meeting friends for drinks at the Middle East in Central Square and then going over to our department’s Halloween party. One of them emailed awhile ago and asked, “do you know where I can get a trident?”

I am playing Kiss 108 and have just finished putting on my makeup. Am mildly costumed as segregation. Mostly look the same w/two pieces of red fabric taped across my white T-shirt – depicting the Braintree v. Ashmont split on the Red Line.

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26
Oct
05

Grading Papers

It’s time for gloves. I tried waiting for the 86 in Harvard Square awhile ago, hands froze while trying to grade a paper that proposed creating a “super-CDC” for New Orleans. Aigh.

Grading papers is really boring after the 7th or 8th. Also, if I was a prof, I would want to grade everything anonymously. I don’t like knowing who they all are and feeling like I have relationships w/them and then thinking they’re writing is crap.

15
Oct
05

The gay best friend

Really liked running around the Boston burbs today, in the rain, w/ nycweboy complaining, “I don’t mean to be totally gay, but my hair is completely ruined.”

15
Oct
05

Dance Costumes

I helped my mom move the last of our stuff out of my childhood home today. It was fun, and totally nostalgic; I can’t believe the house is no longer ours.

I took some pics w/my camera phone, and gave nycweboy a walking tour thru it, joking how he will purchase it one day when I am famous.

I took all my childhood dance recital costumes, much to the amusement of my relatives, and told them I was going to distribute them around ym department for Halloween. I danced from 8-15: ballet, tap, jazz,the standard fare offered at a suburban dance studio. Love to dance. One of my favorite things.

Nycweboy and I had a small party rummaging thru the costumes in the basement. Mine and my friends’ names were spray-painted on the basement walls, and we found a tablecloth from my sweet 16 that everyone had signed. Kept that too.

05
Oct
05

Amtrak

You know why I hate them?

Because they charge market-rate, private sector prices but are run like a govt. agency. Poor IT so you can’t redeem rewards on-line, lots of 2-3 biz days processing time bullshit, but a “1-time exception.”

What the hell is all this if they want to charge me $200 RT b/w Boston & NY?

If they were privatized, it’d probably cost that much but at least would not be delayed constantly. And for the # of times it threatens to go bankrupt, if it were a private company, it would have been closed or taken over by now.

If it’s going to be govt-subsidized, then let’s go all the way and drop fares. I shouldn’t be partially propping it up when I can’t expect an appropriate level of service for the prices I pay.

03
Oct
05

My Mother the Organizer

As I learn all this stuff in school about community development, I realize I was raised by an organizer who believes strongly in empowering people. Though she appears to the outside world as a nurse, administrator, shopaholic, really she is a rabble-rouser who helps people help themselves. It’s very cool to realize I’ve seen a lot of this stuff in action.

There’s a really cool quote in this article that made me write this post. It’s about how communities need rules as much if not more than they need resources. Something many people might not like to hear, but not my mom. The article says, “The ultimate empowerment is making your own rules for your own community.”

I get what I’ve learned from my mom, and hope I can help my more overt but somewhat less organized freedom-fighting colleagues make a difference in the world.

01
Oct
05

Sully

After “watching” the Red Sox game online at school until about 9, I got in my car to head to Allston. Listening to the game on the radio, I ended up getting on the Pike rather than Cambridge St, so I had to wind back thru Brighton to get to the bar. That was sort of annoying, except it was the inning where the Sox scored 3 runs, and the announcer kept talking about Giambi’s terrible error, and that was fantastic.

And the Sports Depot was pretty fun. The win was nice, but what was truly fantastic was the karaoke that followed the game. It was a rotation of only a few people willing to get up there, but one was this drunk guy Sully (go figure, not in Mass!) in his Sox shirt singing Sweet Caroline, except he didn’t really know the words and he kept yelling things like “2004 Champs!” and “Papi MVP!” during the instrumental bits. It was one of those priceless moments that makes you really proud of your roots.