I have always lived in cities—in reverse chronological order and, interestingly, order of size: Brooklyn (NY), Boston (MA), and Worcester (MA). Every time I move to a bigger city, some people inevitably ask me about surviving in these places, as if millions of people are merely surviving in them. By “surviving,” they don’t mean how expensive it is to live in a city or any other kind of jokey definition of surviving. These people mean surviving in the literal sense. The following are two real examples of this happening to me…
Tag: Boston
That’s the Trash
Last weekend I was in Boston and I was able to spot one of my sworn enemies: the litterer. He came disguised as an otherwise environmentally friendly figure: the cyclist. The man was walking his bike down the sidewalk and I was walking a few steps behind him. He was holding on to a Dunkin’… Continue reading That’s the Trash
Black Mass Excitement
Here are a few of my favorite things: the city of Boston, strong ensemble casts, gangster movies, and fresh Johnny Depp characters. I’m so so so excited for Black Mass, the biopic of Whitney Bulger starring Johnny Depp which comes out this Friday.
My First New York Anniversary
I’ve lived in New York City for a year now (my anniversary was a couple of days ago)! Kind of ridiculous, really. This has not felt like a whole year but too bad, it has been. Now, what have I learned? For starters, I’m glad I moved specifically to Brooklyn and not Manhattan. I’m not… Continue reading My First New York Anniversary
A Very Boston Conversation
One morning I walking to work from the subway in Boston’s Financial District. As I arrived at one particular intersection, I saw a lean business man who was wearing sunglasses and looked rather tense. He started crossing the street as a car made a slow creep through the traffic light (which I couldn’t tell the… Continue reading A Very Boston Conversation
Happy Fourth of July!
No matter how old and jaded I get, I’ll always enjoy fireworks. Happy Fourth of July!
Stick a fork in it
The first sketch group I was ever a part of, Dictator’s Time Machine, is no more.