Mass Transit is one of those special blog entries that I had always planned to use as the basis for a short story. Here I crossed paths with a stranger on a bus, and I’ve never stopped thinking about this man. Mass Transit (October 04, 2001) An articulate male voice spoke softly. It said, “That is one interesting outfit.” Sighing, I looked up to see the owner of the voice. I just knew that one of these guys was going to start talking to me. That’s w…
Oblix Plans to Open in the Former Strega Italiano/Strip by Strega Space in
Boston's Park Plaza Area
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It looks like an upscale restaurant in London is going to be expanding to
Boston.
According to an article in The Boston Sun, Oblix is planning to open in...
2 hours ago
Part
of me wants to Friend every person in New England with a variant of my
last name. For all I know, we're related. Does anyone in the family know
how to spell our last name? Because it looks like we're all just
winging it. At least we're all capitalizing the P, I guess.👈
Not that I've been on it much lately, so me deleting my account won't mean anything to Pinterest. I created my Pinterest account when we first moved from Comm Ave to Lower Allston, as a kind of Look Book for home decor ideas.I also had some pins of 19th Century dinner rings--I had one once and thought I'd get another some day. But now it seems Pinterest is already chock-a-block with AI slop. Why? What are they thinking? That was a pu…
Dear Former Bloggers, Why did you stop? I myself had some major mental health challenges, a lot of which I blogged about, but there came a time when the effort was just too much. I stopped in November 2020. Five years ago. I started back up again last week. Diary of a Low Budget Superhero was launched in 1999. It had a different name then: Jungle Sweet Jungle. I named it that as a reference to the book Welcome to the Jungle: The Why Behind "G…
In my experience, older ladies (retired, grannies) are the ones who lose their minds when you use the word "cunt." Men and younger women (practical, busy surviving) don't even blink. So this one is for the ladies. My message is simply this: cunt happens. It just does, I'm sorry if you're offended, but what should offend you, ipso facto , is cunts—not the word used to talk about cunts. If I am talking about a cunt and I use …
"We finished discussing Bastille Day, and the teacher moved on to Easter,
which was represented in our textbook by a black-and-white photograph
of a chocolate bell lying upon a bed of palm fronds. "And what does one do on Easter? Would anyone like to tell us?" The
Italian nanny was attempting to answer the question when the Moroccan
student interrupted, shouting, "Excuse me, but what's an Easter?"
Read all of “Jes…
Content, Technically Speaking
By today's definition, content is any purposeful online communication,
in any format, intended to reach people, convey your message, spark
interest, or coax some kind of response from your audience, such as a
click, a share, or a purchase. Content rules the lives of professionals at digital agencies and company
marketing departments. These are tech-savvy creatives & creative
data scientists. Marketers c…
Because this is gonna require coffee.
I'm at the Honan-Allston Library again today, doing research for a possible new client. One of my favorite things about freelance work, even if it's only writing a simple Artist Statement for a graphic illustrator, is the prep work. Freelancers learn a lot about a wide range of subjects. That's why we're all such strange people. That's my theory, anyway. 🤓
You guys, Rose Marie died. I admit that I shed a tear or two tonight. I was way too young to "get" the Dick Van Dyke show when it was in re-runs on TV. But years later I found a connection with it, when I went off to college in New Rochelle. I loved Sally, and I guess she was my first glimpse into "a TV writer," and she was a WOMAN. YES! Man, she was cool. So yeah, I got a little emotional when I heard of this fine funny lady…
You don't extract revenge. You exact revenge. RELATED: A friendsent me a lead on a job: Editor of a thing. I'm a great Editor, of lots of different kinds of things. Rate of pay? $12.50/hour. Do you want everyone to make fun of your content? Because that's what's gonna happen if you think making it better is only worth $12.50 an hour.
Just...whatever, at this point.
I'm going to Five Guys.
Ya know, if I had like, $7000, my whole entire life would be different. I wonder what it was like centuries ago when there were patrons supporting artists. Should I finish The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer? I keep thinking magical thoughts. Like, "Maybe seven thousand people will give me a dollar." That's how it works, right, Amanda? I only read the first part. Okay, I only read the cover. At the bookstore and I didn't buy the…
" OH DEAR GOD. Never Google yourself."
That's what I wrote under "Write a Review" on an archive site I discovered this week. On this site, someone had posted the Spring 1990 issue of our college Honors newsletter, a quarterly called Femmes d'esprit . Spring '90 was the second issue after I became the Editor. The previous editor, Stacy, had gone off to Europe on a semester abroad. While I was envious of all the girl…
“Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.” —Steve Martin