Archive for July, 2007

31
Jul
07

At least we’re not Philly

Leave it to those clowns – Yankees fans – to run this poll:

 

Glad to see Boston sucks less than D.C. (as of 6:48 pm, 7/31/07)

 

What’s up!!  We’re wicked pissa!!!!

31
Jul
07

Movin’ on up

Overheard, at Boston House of Pizza in Brighton, between two young dudes horsing around during a lunch break from unloading a moving truck down the block:

African-American kid says to his SE Asian buddy to get him to stop acting up,

“This isn’t Dorchester or Roxbury.  This isn’t the hood.  I live in Brighton now.”

Word.

31
Jul
07

David Brooks is an idiot

It’s official – I’m a progressive blogger.  Critizing David Brooks is the litmus test, and it looks like I’ve passed.

 

Now on to Bill O’Reilly!

30
Jul
07

Oh I know Jack…

More fun with names, this time sorted according to income!  (Fun fun!)

Apparently, Jack is a rich kid’s name.  I’m sure my dad and his b/f/f and my godfather – both Jacks – would love to know that their good old Irish nickname has risen from its Dorchester neighborhood roots to fancier environs.  It’s a whole new take on white flight.

Via.

24
Jul
07

Screw You Tuesday: The Minimum Wage Increase

My enthusiasm for this pro-poor legislative victory just bubbles over at Foresight. (Site is screwy so scroll down for the post.)

23
Jul
07

No More Traffic!

Since it will be some time before my own presidential campaign is launched, perhaps you’ll want to take this helpful quiz to identify your candidate in 2008. 

I had my results posted and in editing this lost them.  If I remember correctly I was:

1) 100% for “Theoretical Ideal Candidate”

2) Mid-80s % for Kucinich and Obama (in that order),

3) and 76% and 77% for Edwards and Clinton, respectively. 

4) Bloomberg: 69%; Richardson: 63-ish%;

5) Guiliani: 29%. 

6) All the other GOP clowns were near or below Guiliani, with a high of 35% for Huckabee, I think, and 5% for Gingrich.

 Information link  to compare the candidates platforms.  (Interestingly, while it asks about age and marital status, it does not ask you if you have a race/ethnicity or gender preference for candidates.  Lame.)

23
Jul
07

Vince Lombardi Service Area

So apparently the rest stops on the NJ turnpike vary in their offerings – some have Starbucks and Popeye’s fried chicken. Others nothin’ but Burger King and some sad lookin’ hot dogs (e.g., Vince Lombardi). It helps to know in advance their line up along the highway, so as not to get screwed w/crappy Cinnabon coffee at 9pm on a Sunday night in traffic when you really need the ‘bucks caffeine jolt to carry you through the remaining 5 hours home to Boston.

We here at the M.A.S. seem to believe we’re holding on to our youth a little more tightly than it feels now on this Monday morning. We left Baltimore at 6pm last night and got home to Boston after 2am, only to have to unload 12 boxes from the car and then debate whether or not to leave the car in front of the hydrant rather than park in authorized but far-off and sketchy parking land at almost 3 am by now (We stayed in front of the hydrant, Brighton-style. No ticket this a.m. Nice!) Asleep by four, up at 11am by alarm to try to capture some semblance of a normal day.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, and I’m definitely not fully awake even as I type. Yay coffee.

But it’s good to be home, after a busy busy week of consulting work mixed with non-stop visits to family and friends in the D.C. metro area. A half doz Maryland blue crabs at Obrycki’s before we got on the road last night and some great convos about past and present relationships got us through the long ride home. I know the M.A.S. is already gunning for a third round of mini-golf to try and steal the Championship title I’m still holding after round two last week in suburban VA, one of our few moments to ourselves (other than an impromptu field trip to HUD on Saturday night while we waited for friends to meet us in the city. But more on that urban planning geekiness later. Round 1 was in Sarasota in March with my dad and stepmom; I schooled them all.)

Thanks to Weboy and Sheelzebub (at Pandagon) for posting on topics near and dear to me, though I’ve definitely got a response to the former in the works when I finally bounce back here.

In the interim, if you had your own personal turnpike, who would you name your rest stops after? (One of the many fun highway games we played. Another: Redstar’s Presidential Campaign Platform! “No More Traffic.”)