Monday, December 23, 2013

A Sinnock Thing Happened On Their Way To Ontario!

Hub and Kelly came over with the kids on their way back home from his dad's place. I made a sauce and fried up some eggplant slices, Caprese and green salads and bread. We had an awesome visit, and I need a serious nap now! My face hurts from laughing. Gabe and Lucy are two of the happiest, most expressive and friendly little people.
Gabe found the thumb piano and plucked out a song,
then he sang us a Christmas carol he learned at school.
I don't know about Obamacare but a couple of Canadian kids came over
and checked everyone out.
Dr. Lucy treated Joe for a Wolf Bite.
He's gonna pull through.

Photos: Kelly Sinnock





Saturday, December 21, 2013

Peak Gen X: Too many Donny & Marie shirts to choose from

Joe can't decide which Donnie & Marie T-shirt to wear.
What is a party host to do?


Thursday, November 7, 2013

Throwback Thursday: 2008

Election Day.
Joe snapped this one on the way to Jackson Mann School.
That's our polling place.
Ward 21 reporting for civic duty.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Spotted on my way to work.

Don't worry, Allston Rock City.
He's got you.
The PBR is stocked for tonite.
It's gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Marty Lederman came over to tune the piano.
He was early. Joey wasn't home yet, so Marty hung out with me. I was in the kitchen pickling a daikon radish.
So Joe came home to find me and Mr. Lederman just hangin' and talking all the things we like to pickle.
There's a Joe Show about Marty.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Excuse my dust...

While I am on a Low Budget Superhero hiatus please enjoy the diary archives, explore the awesomeness under the linked sites, and listen to the Voice of Vashon's limitless musical excellence. If you need me, get in touch on gmail (it's my name, no caps, no gaps) or use the contact form below.


Sunday, August 4, 2013

Wakey wakey, Custer Walsh

I am at my Jenny's house in Foley, Alabama.
This is her dog, Custer.
He's mad because I woke him up when I got out of bed.
Sorry, dog.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

This Is All I Will Say About Rolling Stone

Rolling Stone magazine put the face of the Boston Marathon bomber on its cover this month. The tension is high, the heated discourse is still underway, and of course fire burns hottest at the center so here in Boston it's a divisive issue, complex and fraught with emotion, with outrage on one side and the usual "don't be a crybaby" naysayers dismissing everyone else's opinion. Yes, everyone understands that magazines need to sell in order to stay afloat. We all get that. 

But being on the cover of Rolling Stone once meant you were a cultural icon on the level of Michael Jackson, Bruce Springsteen, the Beatles. Even Al Gore, for his environmental work. It's kind of a big deal to get the cover, to lots of artists and other dreamers. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

I Am So Sorry, Trayvon

I'm a 43 year old white woman. If I'd been walking in a primarily black neighborhood, followed, taunted, confronted and shot by a black man, that person would have been in jail all this time.

My heart, my soul, my mind all ache for Trayvon, his friends, his family and everyone in America whose expectations were dashed last weekend. George Zimmerman is a predator who hunted and killed a boy just because he thought he could get away with it, and now the law has shocked us all by approving his actions. Justice died that day.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Dear Adults: Reading Is Still Fundamental


Remember bringing home your math book for the first time? Everything was new, there were symbols and fractions and apples being added up and subtracted. It was fun. Most kids start out thinking school is awesome. Some keep that enthusiasm, but a lot of kids lose it, and for those little guys, school is a drag.

But what happens to that early enthusiasm?

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Holly Crab

Photo: Joe Kowalski

Chris and Joe picked up food from Holly Crab, the new place on Comm Ave.

It's a big Cajun crab boil, with the bibs and gloves.
It's good. I hope they make it.
Good luck, Holly Crab!
hollycrab.com/allston

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Throwback Thursday: 1984

Frank Davis Resort, Moody CT (Photo: Colleen Berry)

Eighth grade class trip. This place closed down, but just envision Dirty Dancing and you've got the idea.
But without any of the dancing or dancers.
Just the vaguely germ-spreading social activities,
and also the pool from Caddyshack.

Me and my best friends all went a different way dressing for the class trip.
That's the problem with having to wear school uniforms.
We get this one single day to make an impression on everybody at once.

The Michelles look like Simone's back-up dancers. 

Michelle's outfit is hard to see - she's wearing a pink Tuxedo ruffled top and pleated pinstriped jeans.
Look at Simone in her Madonna belt and Duran Duran ankle boots!
I look like an extra in a Go-Go's video. That's my mom's red striped swimsuit.

That's our teacher Mrs. Dorozinski on the lounge.

I wish Colleen was in the photo. 
Bonus Throwback.
Left: 8th Grade Graduation.
Right: Simone's house in Thomaston, CT.
There's Colleen!

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The News: I Think We're Doing It Wrong

Maybe it's because I belong to the first wave of forty-somethings who can remember a time when the news was actually the news, but I am sick of all the crap, know what I'm sayin'?

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The sun is not my friend

Photo: Joe Kowalksi

Going to the deep south, y'all.
My new Coolibar hat got here. It's...big.
Joey says "well, you WANTED to block out the sun..."
#PaleOnPurpose



Wednesday, May 1, 2013

April 15th, 2013

It's been awhile, sorry about that. I had a pretty rough April. Wasn't feeling much like myself. Airports, chaos, sweat, tears, rental cars, exhaustion. Las Vegas, for that work trip. This time I'm not just mouthing off when I say that I am never. Doing that trip. Again. Ever.

In other news, Joe and I got married in Vegas.

You Have The Right To Remain Stupid

I'm really out of patience. Out. The well is dry. I am done tolerating outrageous lies broadcast by one bonehead and parroted by a thousand more.

As I sit here writing what should be a wholly unnecessary post, the Boston Marathon bomber has been captured about three miles away, in Watertown. 

So why is this post necessary? Because people who can't even find Chechnya on a map are suddenly law enforcement experts nattering on about this kid's rights being taken away. An attack on civil liberties. The cops didn't read the bomber his rights, you see.

If this is you, shut your mouth, go sit in the corner and listen. The adults are talking.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Red Rock Canyon - Nevada
(Photo: Joe Kowalski)

Joe climbs things.
I'm one of the dots in the parking lot.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Knuckleheads In The Sky

We're pretty much trapped in a sinister new pluto-theocracy where we willfully vote for bible-bangers and billionaires to dictate a rigid societal and economic construct with little hope of resurrecting the faded idea of the American Dream. God and Greed, working side by side, dismantling America brick by brick. But what's really pissing people off is having to remove their shoes at the airport.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Mansplainers LLC

It was Sunday morning and I was performing that universally-endured household ritual of purging the fridge before stocking up on whatever science experiment fodder is passing for food these days.

"You don't want this?"

"No, it's dead," I said, glancing over to see that Joe was holding up a bottle of  Bloody Mary mix I'd just put into the the thanks-for-coming pile, along with a shriveled lump of ginger that had escaped notice for so long that it felt like the hollow corpse of some mummified sea creature. I tossed it, along with a chunk of galvanized cheese and half a cucumber that didn't make it.

Friday, March 22, 2013

American Borer Story: The Blair Witch Project Turns 15

Happy 15th, Blair Witchers. I'm on record as saying that the only people terrified by The Blair Witch Project are the jumpy types that were already terrified of the woods to begin with -- these are the same sort that cower in fear from thunderstorms, skeletons and bones, bats, bugs, spiders and webs, old houses, and maybe even black cats. None of these things are supernatural. Neither, dear Blair Witch apologists, are the woods, the dark, or the sight of a guy standing in the corner. Fifteen years and a whole bunch of copycats later, I still say that it's a miracle we ever heard of The Blair Witch Project. That being said, if you haven't seen it, go ahead and give it a shot, if only because it's an early bringer of the popular "found footage" motif, and for that it deserves a a nod.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

It Girl #1

"It Girl #1"
Pastels on paper
(Photo by Joe Kowalski)


Saturday, February 2, 2013

Archive: Jury Duty

2006

Follow me, boys

Another Bullshit Night In Suck City

"Joe thinks the reason I didn't get selected was because of the title of the book I brought to the jury pool. Though Nick Flynn's Another Bullshit Night in Suck City does make for a colorful book jacket, that's not why."

_____________

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Moving Papers Around

See, THIS is the kind of thing that makes me want to just burn all my stuff and walk around the planet with my "desert island" backpack containing five things. Bar of soap, towel, toothbrush, change of clothes and...my ipad.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

I Hate Writing

I had this boyfriend in college. I was 19 and he was 40. I know, I know -- but every college-aged guy I met was a giant brainless douchebag, and this guy was smart and funny and really cool. And a talented singer and guitar player. English dude. I met him at the Irish pub on Division Street, the one that let us in without ID. Though he could play the heck out of that guitar, when he was at home practicing and trying to work out a part, he'd get frustrated and yell "Argh! I HATE guitars!"

Well, I hate writing. And yes, with a somber nod to Ms. Parker, I hate writing, but alas, I love having written.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

"Boston. Because F--k You!"

Navigating in and around Boston takes more than a mere map. Outsiders marvel at the high percentage of super-charged conversations between residents that focus entirely on driving, traffic and parking. It's as though the Dunks-torqued citizenry is collectively compiling an epic saga entitled How I Survived My Commute Today, and a handbook series with titles such as, Nobody In History Has Ever Parked A Car Anywhere Near Harvard Yard, Asshole. 

Each September, God help the parents at the wheel of packed-to-the-nuts SUVs delivering freshmen to one dorm or another. Those people will sooner sprout wings and take flight before they get where they're going on the first (or 10th) try, and they are in the way. If it's your first traffic circle, get ready to see a synchronized middle finger ballet with a resounding fugue of angry horns. If you hesitate for one nothingth of a second at a left green arrow, call your loved ones. The LA freeways may have popularized the term "road rage," but Boston drivers want blood.

Maybe "just pave over those cow paths" wasn't the best strategy for city planning.

You Can't Get There From Anywhere


My personal story goes like this. My then-boyfriend and I moved to Boston in the early 90s after college. Flummoxed by the seemingly inexplicable one way streets, traffic circles, scant signs and dead ends, we mounted a self-imposed seminar on Getting Around Boston. 

We would get our maps (which is a very old-school way to start a sentence) and set up destination-based challenges. We'd simulate the gauntlet for a variety of trips. These were practical recon excursions. "OK," we'd say. "Right now we are at home (Inman Square in Somerville). How do we get to the Prudential Center."  And so forth.

Our skills would be put to the test in the real world, but only at quiet times. During the day it's too chaotic. So we'd wake pre-dawn, and get out there when the only other cars on the road are bread trucks and cabs.


"There's Big Ben, kids! Parliament!"


"Is this Comm Ave? I think this is Mass Ave! Wait, was that our right turn? You can only go left here, WHAT THE F....?" 

Do you know they change the name of the road you're on sometimes here? Sometimes it changes back after a few miles. Or not.

Did you know that it's possible to have a dead-end, one-way street? Nod to Steven Wright...and no wonder...he lives here.

Did you know that the compass points -- North, South, East and West -- can exist in some sort of hazy in-between space like those random thoughts you have when you're half awake or half asleep and don't know what day it even is?

Death grip on the wheel at 10 & 2. One way streets, traffic circles, dead ends. Blink, and you miss a vitally important sign the size of a greeting card, and now you have to drive out to the airport in order to get back to downtown.

One night I swear I turned right at three Dunkin Donuts' in a row and ended up at the corner of Tremont and Tremont.

Lest you think, oh, but that was before GPS technology got really good. Sure. It's a theory. Try it out. Have fun!



Parking Wars


Even if you reach your destination, my friend, you still have to park. The question, "where did you park?" never even comes up in other places, but here that's an ice breaker. Some years ago, I wrote a poem about giving up and just going home. 

Ode to Star Market



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