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“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” —Oscar Wilde
Top Ten Tiger Beat Stars, Redux
This one's for my girlfriends and all the 80s kids, my big-haired comrades-in-legwarmers, a delightfully shrill roving army on rollerskates. We wore neon and spandex and acid-washed baggy designer jeans, and we launched the careers of our Tiger Beat Star boyfriends. Oh yes, Rick Springfield, you're nothing without us! Same for you, Johnny Depp. You're welcome, John Stamos. And all of these dreamboats whose faces wallpapered our bedro…
You Guys, I Met Peter Sagal
I was recently at a marketing conference here in Boston, and to my utter delight I found out that Mr. Peter Sagal was going to deliver the final keynote. Peter has been hosting NPR's " Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me!" for about fifteen years or so. Every week the NPR listener-ship tunes in to this news-based radio gem with its rotating panel of players, call-in listener challenges and celebrity guests. Me 'n Joey never miss it. H…
Decaf, son.
Invited this guy to share my table at Panera, since it's a 4-top and has an outlet. Dude's been absentmindedly kicking the table leg for like two hours. Trying to write here, Kicky McJitters, how about switching to decaf, son? 🥤
Throwback Thursday: 1987
Bonus Throwback
This isn't the first time this photo set came around. Prob'ly will again, too. A nice side effect of staying in touch with the people you were stupid with in high school.
Naked Cake: Joe Eats Cake Naked at 3am
September 14, 2015 2:55am · Allston Rock City, MA
The last of the party guests had gone home, hopefully happy. Joey had done his part of knocking out eight or nine bottles of red wine. So I put my none-too-steady husband to bed, assuming he'd be asleep in minutes. Next I set about tidying up, putting away leftover cheeses, covering olives, closing bottles of tonic, organizing the empties...when I heard an exuberant voice from the living room …
Happy Birthday-ay-ay-ay-oh-oh-ooooo...hey, that's nice!, Mel Torme
That was a fun party.
We'd intended to prepare only legit retro party food, but we chickened out once we looked into it. As it happens, party food was gag-inducingly loathesome in the 60s and 70s. Pimento olives made far too much of a showing. Entirely too much ham and gelatin was involved, shaped into something truly diabolical. Everything was formed into a mold or a loaf of some kind.
Friends don't serve friends "molds."
As …
If anyone was going to buy cheese at Star Market in Brighton today...
...sorry, they're out. I bought it all.
Just returned from a shopping trip with a metric ton of various cheeses for Joe's locally famous Fondue-bee-doo-bee-doo.
Throwback Thursday: 2003
Throwback to 2003 AQM tour! A local photographer came and took great photos of the band. I missed the entire show. "Great set! Your tour manager is in surgery."
While AQM rocked Bikini Test, a great club in La Chaux de Fonds, I was downstairs in the green room where a Swiss woman whose name I never caught was holding my hand and feeding me tea. My gut was on fire. The band got off stage to find I had been rushed to the hospital for em…
#TheRentIsTooDamnHigh
Something's fucky in the rental market in this town.
I've read several articles over the past few weeks about "high end glut."All over Boston they're in the process of adding over 2000 new high-end rental units, which are NOT getting rented, meanwhile regular folks are struggling to make rent in ordinary family neighborhoods.
Anyone have $2360 to rent a 400 sq ft studio in The Continuum? That's the new "high end&q…
Throwback Thursday: 2001
Ha! I love this because it was the first day that I got the new webcam. In those days, the only way to get an image or video from a PC was to hook up a bulbous little camera. I don't even think it was USB at that point, but a webcam was some tech magic at the time!
I wasn't trying to get a shot here. I was futzing with my new webcam. Jeffrey called. When I posted this on Facebook in 2008, there was no such thing as Throwback Thursday. Re…
