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I saw an ad today for ahealthyme.com – that’s “a-healthy-me-dot-com” – and read it first as “a-heal-thyme-dot-com”. Actually visiting the site makes me wonder if choosing a health insurance provider that publishes a horoscope was a wise idea.
Thanks go to my mom for pointing out this great piece on Peter Mulvey on NPR.
I got to hear Rachel McCartney in the T this morning; I’m a fan. It’s a shame she won’t be playing with the rest of the Davis Square T Station Artists and Peter Mulvey in October at his CD release concert. Where do I lodge my formal complaint?
At Mary Chung’s, the local chinese restaurant, sliced chicken with broccoli is $5.50, while diced chicken with broccoli is $5.95. What gives?
There are a couple of upcoming performances in the Boston area you shouldn’t miss.
First, the Hot Club of Cowtown makes their return to Johnny D’s on October 8th. These guys are great – they play wonderful country/swing music and put on a fantastic show. Don’t miss ’em!
Next, definitely check out Snappy Dance during their week plus stint at the Copley Theatre (Oct. 3 thru 12). They definitely live up to their name, and are seriously funny performers. There’s been a special running on WGBH Greater Boston Arts featuring Snappy Dance, which should give you some idea of what they’re like.
Just call me the handyman.
My friend Rif called me yesterday afternoon ’cause his bike lock was jammed. He had been hanging out in Copley Square (a big, open plaza in downtown Boston) at a swing dance, so there was power (for the DJ) available; after trying some other avenues – the police said to call the locksmith, the locksmith wanted 150 bucks just to show up – I strapped my circular saw with cutoff wheel to the back of my bike and headed on down.
Understand that cutting through a half inch of steel in a Kryptonite lock is not a subtle or quiet effort. The saw spits sparks a good five feet into the air, and it’s quite loud. Nonetheless, there we were, in broad daylight, in the plaza cutting the lock off a bike and not a single soul said a word to us (granted we got one or two strange looks). Astounding. No prizes for guessing how quickly the police would’ve arrived had we been black…