Clear vision, shaky lens
As is not often the case, Boston is in the eye of the storm, a nor'easter named Nemo. My Twitterverse exploded with warnings, regulations and advice as Nemo loomed large. And then, the crazy thing is that Twitter was right, Nemo was/is actually quite devastating. The only non-devastating news is the name Nemo itself. Why... Continue Reading →
Dear Future Anonymous Reader, Hello, stranger. My name is Mike Miller (not the basketball player); nice to meet you. If you are reading this, well, that means the worst has happened. I am either trapped in my electricity-less apartment with no hope of escape or I have passed away and no one knows yet. Either... Continue Reading →
Lena Dunham is smarter than I am. Every awkward thought, encounter and quirk that she has makes her money. Every one of my own do not. Where she creates, writes, produces and directs her daily forays into mid-20s city life, I merely blog about it. I think it is fairly clear who the winner in... Continue Reading →
It's impossibly hot outside and the heat shows no signs of abating. Mercilessly, the temperature keeps crawling, degree by degree in the wrong direction. Dripping with unstoppable sweat, you press on, each step more difficult than the last. Your only desire is cold. Anything cold. An hour earlier, encouraged by memories of the 'Taste the... Continue Reading →
*UPDATE! Welcome to Boston, Where Smiles Barely Exist, an article written by Steve Annear of Bostinno, is based on this blog post so make sure to check it out! "I guess God made Boston on a wet Sunday." Raymond Charles Most really mean people are actually really nice, and so are those who reside in... Continue Reading →
Isn't it funny how the past, once it is behind us, looks so very rosy? It's crazy how events that came before tend to be remembered like a fleeting dream, destined to be seen in a stream of exuberant flashes. For me, 2012 is that dream. Though over, I will remember 2012 quite fondly. It... Continue Reading →
A light snow began to fall, covering the ground in a pure white. The innocent beauty of the fluttering flurries flowing freely from the open sky were appreciated by all, except her. She had been standing on the platform for over ten minutes impatiently waiting for the T to arrive. Even the purity of the... Continue Reading →
As she sat ever so quietly on an empty metro seat in a nearly empty metro car, the game began. Needing only to make it 5 stops without opening the box, the game was hers to lose. Looking around her she noticed happy, thin people talking and having fun. Alone in her seat in the... Continue Reading →
I like to hate on Steven Tyler as much as the next guy but after today, and perhaps forever, I will cease and desist. Why? Well, today Tyler and company, a.k.a. Aerosmith, are playing a free, pre-election concert on the streets of Boston. Lucky for me, they are playing in front of their old stomping... Continue Reading →
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