tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34781817799758566922024-03-04T23:06:03.569-05:00Erika TempletonErika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-64982031022481193492009-04-21T15:55:00.000-04:002009-04-22T16:09:19.460-04:00The Less-Than-Serious Side of Marathon MondayMarathon Monday isn't all about intensive training, shin splints, and qualifying times. There's also a lot of silly costumes, goofy posters, and early morning keg stands. I spent Marathon Monday near the corner of Beacon and Park, in the throws of Boston University's upperclassmen housing, where the student body came out in full force to cheer on the runners. While the elite athletes received the loudest cheers of the day, these less serious characters were crowd pleasers too.... <br /><br /><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="420" height="368" id="soundslider"><param name="movie" value="http://jo540.bu.edu/etemp/Marathon%20Monday/soundslider.swf?size=1&format=xml&embed_width=420&embed_height=368" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="menu" value="false" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><embed src="http://jo540.bu.edu/etemp/Marathon%20Monday/soundslider.swf?size=1&format=xml&embed_width=420&embed_height=368" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="420" height="368" menu="false" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-75077967909632955532009-04-16T15:10:00.003-04:002009-04-16T15:20:40.324-04:00Is Love a Vandal?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uAMOnaCKL4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uAMOnaCKL4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-52035748051451357442009-04-06T17:52:00.002-04:002009-04-06T17:56:32.600-04:00Where Has All The Good Music Gone?<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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the lyrics go like this:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">Womanizer, woman-womanizer,<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">You’re a womanizer, oh<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">Womanizer, oh<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">You’re a womanizer baby<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wait it gets better…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">You, you, you are<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">You, you, you are<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">If you haven’t guessed by now, the song is “Womanizer” by Britney Spears, and its unabashed delivery of pre-fabricated, uninspired radio garbage is a slap in the face to people with ears everywhere.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">The saddest part is that, against the other Top 40 competition, Miley Cyrus’ “The Climb” starts to sound like the most genuine attempt at song craft available.<span style=""> </span>But while my roommate and I pretend to be giddy over Miley’s endless product line (we have a life-sized cut out and matching Hannah Montana lip gloss rings), it’s really just a nauseating joke to cover up my true disdain.<span style=""> </span>If Disney’s tween star is the best thing our modern, consumerist culture has to offer,<span style=""> </span>I’m officially leaving the planet.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Who decides the Top 40?<span style=""> </span>The vast majority of people I know share my loathing for what the list has to offer, and yet there it stands—a glaring monument of proof that those songs are full-blown, screaming fans popular.<span style=""> </span>Is this the case of some big wig exec milking the naiveté of the masses, recklessly pulling the reigns of the bandwagon and culturally blindfolding everyone who hops on?<span style=""> </span>In my mind, he also smokes cigars and has an evil mustache.<span style=""> </span>This is probably not the case.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">In reality, however, over 81% of the market is controlled by four major labels.<span style=""> </span>Warner, EMI, Sony-BMG, and Universal are sitting pretty in the warm comfort of oligopolistic control, and I’d bet two front row tickets to a Jonas Brothers concert their CEOs don’t listen to the stuff they produce.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">To be fair, the big four are so huge, they actually do manage to put out some good music by real artists, but those acts are flown so low under the radar few ever get noticed. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In a music forum at abovetopsecret.com, the user “Theneo” offered this pearl of wisdom:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">Music is now the preserve of people that have</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style=""> no talent but massive ambition.<span style=""> </span>They sing and</i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style=""> dance and model and parade around and are</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style=""> more famous for how they dress than their <o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="">so-called music.<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">It seems beauty trumps talent in the age of digitized everything and bona fide not- so-much.<span style=""> </span>The hair is fake, the tan is fake, the boobs are debatably fake; why not the music too?<span style=""> </span>New pitch correction technology makes it possible for good looking people to get into the music industry for that reason alone, and apparently a pretty face on an album cover is easier to sell than a mind-blowing guitar solo.<span style=""> </span>But, and it’s a big but, we’re the ones buying into it.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Some mornings, as I lay in bed, listening to my neighbor wail through our thin apartment walls to the cookie cutter sounds of Rhianna and Lady Gaga, I have to wonder: Is there really value in the music coming out of the Top 40 factory?<span style=""> </span>Do people genuinely like this stuff?<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Yes, I did own the Spice Girls’ first album, and I turned up the volume far louder than my mother could stand when Hanson’s “Mmmbop” came on the radio.<span style=""> </span>But that was when I was nine, not 15, and certainly not 20.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Up until that point practically everything I had been exposed to was spoon-fed to me by parents, teachers, or Saturday morning cartoons.<span style=""> </span>It only made sense to be spoon fed music by the pop demigods of major record labels and their PR deals with MTV (which my father devotedly refers to as “The Devil”).<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">But I also focused my attention on 90s gems like TLC’s <i style="">Crazy Sexy Cool</i>, The Cardigans’ <i style="">First band on the Moon</i>, and No Doubt’s <i style="">Tragic Kingdom</i>. (The first three albums<span style=""> </span>I ever bought, in order.)<span style=""> </span>While these aren’t exactly masterpieces, they did come from talented people with relatively meaningful messages to share—AIDS awareness, heartache, feminist anti-oppression.<span style=""> </span>It was pop, but I was learning something, man.<span style=""> </span>And, by the way, I still enjoy those entire albums today.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">If I was force fed what the music machine is doling out now, I’d grow up with a world view entirely devoted to big asses and expensive champagne, and I wouldn’t remember a drop of it by next week.<span style=""> </span>The product of music has become as expendable as Q-tips and paper clips, and just one more thing to throw on top of our heaping, socio-cultural pile of garbage.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Phew... that felt good.
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"></p>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-42147013337158203572009-03-23T11:42:00.003-04:002009-04-22T13:07:13.278-04:00Wally's, 62 Years and Still Kickin'<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="420" height="368" id="soundslider"><param name="movie" value="http://jo540.bu.edu/etemp/Wallys%20Jazz%20Club/soundslider.swf?size=0&format=xml" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="menu" value="false" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed src="http://jo540.bu.edu/etemp/Wallys%20Jazz%20Club/soundslider.swf?size=0&format=xml" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="420" height="368" menu="false" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-61965180722390020392009-03-02T13:37:00.009-05:002009-03-02T14:56:50.441-05:00We Want the Funk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkaRorajaa1J9PTiTp7FtocjijbxZU2iWIGWnTHIyC8viuRQYYq4_D9WQMaYhPqdo35iSOJ5p1YuNMTzoJenE-7L4R9oqeQ1kaxTg3p00AieFvcySvWlyEQhL-mHj54TOXdq5DZ0hPBk/s1600-h/IMG_8657a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkaRorajaa1J9PTiTp7FtocjijbxZU2iWIGWnTHIyC8viuRQYYq4_D9WQMaYhPqdo35iSOJ5p1YuNMTzoJenE-7L4R9oqeQ1kaxTg3p00AieFvcySvWlyEQhL-mHj54TOXdq5DZ0hPBk/s320/IMG_8657a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308675688375457810" border="0" /></a>George Clinton took over the newly dubbed <a href="http://www.hob.com/venues/clubvenues/boston/">House of Blues</a> (formerly the Avalon Ballroom) last Wednesday, and kept up his reputation for bringing the funk late into the night.<br /><br />I knew I was at the right place when I overheard a couple bathroom attendants joking about how good ol' Geroge was going to shut the place down. In a city that clams up by 2a.m. (Hey--was that a New England pun?), the late-running, 4+ hour set was a much needed slap in the face.<br /><br />I ventured in with visions of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110759/">PCU</a> dancing in my head-- the coolest/funkiest George Clinton has ever looked, I would argue. Fifteen years later, he's still a pretty funky guy. He may have gained a few wrinkles and pounds, but the rainbow colored hair is still as vibrant as ever. More importantly, Parliament can still perform the pants off of most funk outfits.<br /><br />As I shuffled my way through a sea of dancing people, I managed to snap a few shots. The House of Blues may have an atrocious coat line (and a $5 coat check fee!), but at least they are very lax about cameras, despite their claims otherwise.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDEaDev5wGa8oYY9GGZrog6unxLh5pWcQkyTbBmVs0VA9k4b-OQ5rfiJPavBe31BmYvFZBbOpMa9Rx2AU6QP9CERNL3OZnK3zpOzyb7YroFtM9FjLyYwprUYl5CNiGvTumr2Dfx037xQ/s1600-h/IMG_8648a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDEaDev5wGa8oYY9GGZrog6unxLh5pWcQkyTbBmVs0VA9k4b-OQ5rfiJPavBe31BmYvFZBbOpMa9Rx2AU6QP9CERNL3OZnK3zpOzyb7YroFtM9FjLyYwprUYl5CNiGvTumr2Dfx037xQ/s320/IMG_8648a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308674037920711394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, there was a man wearing a diaper. And we loved him. </span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZpsJ8kYkPj0Op3V86j1fFPZFH8OHCjnRKqlY9BIi4W7LObnY2g2ddaaVFG-AF6kce9QrmhcDk3Ik-KVsY2lSAmN7ZQxDciCARAhn0lqMwBNEvIJPQSYE84FoiIT2GBW8E7ZV0gHlh6U/s1600-h/IMG_8685a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZpsJ8kYkPj0Op3V86j1fFPZFH8OHCjnRKqlY9BIi4W7LObnY2g2ddaaVFG-AF6kce9QrmhcDk3Ik-KVsY2lSAmN7ZQxDciCARAhn0lqMwBNEvIJPQSYE84FoiIT2GBW8E7ZV0gHlh6U/s320/IMG_8685a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308674712168440146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Some of my fellow funk-aholics.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIroAwhXhIp-tIg1GbgxfSn898bo5VNibEvQx8v4alrt8oW3VmbnjkgHkGs_x4tIDfyAljppv4mCPI0evxDFZQeTkeowlP2HnyeErXZ9dNLRxDFU8POleN2ImVz7v-TLq6Q9Img-Nj1ZI/s1600-h/IMG_8654a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIroAwhXhIp-tIg1GbgxfSn898bo5VNibEvQx8v4alrt8oW3VmbnjkgHkGs_x4tIDfyAljppv4mCPI0evxDFZQeTkeowlP2HnyeErXZ9dNLRxDFU8POleN2ImVz7v-TLq6Q9Img-Nj1ZI/s320/IMG_8654a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308673792106005154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">The man himself.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfA1M2ectOOZOunyrsZjKFEEIJDVBNHpkjvrhcbL3rlJ8D-ataLf_bJMzD4i_CGiiUH5tCxd-P90D5FKZG2-3_kGFWu4nEzSaQQWoZpouyN0JSa9HLmTJBrAi4ZPvvXRKiKuGHuOBVG8/s1600-h/IMG_8707a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfA1M2ectOOZOunyrsZjKFEEIJDVBNHpkjvrhcbL3rlJ8D-ataLf_bJMzD4i_CGiiUH5tCxd-P90D5FKZG2-3_kGFWu4nEzSaQQWoZpouyN0JSa9HLmTJBrAi4ZPvvXRKiKuGHuOBVG8/s320/IMG_8707a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308674850681772066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-spuyfaZdg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-spuyfaZdg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.prefixmag.com/photos/george-clinton-p-funk-boston/"><br />Some pictures that are much better (a.k.a less blurry) than mine. </a>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-54859908965534090832009-02-17T20:44:00.004-05:002009-02-24T10:09:16.951-05:00Chisels and Chainsaws 2009<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >Check out the 5th annual ice sculpting competition held on President's Day at Christopher Columbus Park:</span><br /><br /><iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?set_id=72157614348667824" width="400" height="400" frameBorder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><center><small>Created with <a href="http://www.flickrslideshow.com">flickr slideshow</a>.</small></center><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">For more information, take a look at</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"> event coordinator </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.nicoleseisler.com/artistinfo/news.html">Nicole Seisler's website</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">. </span>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-68442974449056266942009-02-16T14:24:00.003-05:002009-02-18T19:26:05.808-05:00Boston University Wins 57th Beanpot<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >One week later, victory is just as sweet…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">So it happened last Monday, but I thought a quick mention of the Beanpot was still worthwhile. As a graduating senior, I felt obliged to attend my last possible Beanpot championship without being “that creepy alum” on the outskirts of the student section—slightly too old, possibly too drunk, and definitely trying too hard to maintain a sense of youthful insouciance. (Also trying too hard to avoid words like “insouciant.”)<br /><br />Caught up in the thrill of victory--and two goals within 30 seconds!--I lost all ability to capture the moment (expect nothing from the 3rd period). I did, however, capture the most crowded, sweltering T ride of my life. For 18 stops, I breathed in the re-ventilated breath of hundreds of cheering freshman and fist-pounding frat boys. Deep breath in… prolonged gag out. Worth it? Totally. </span><br /><br /><iframe align="center" src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?set_id=72157613989766777" width="400" height="400" frameBorder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><center><small>Created with <a href="http://www.flickrslideshow.com">flickr slideshow</a>.</small></center><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRzh-MXuOM4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRzh-MXuOM4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />For a better description of the game, check out <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/news/story?id=3895589">this story</a> from ESPN, or go to the <a href="http://www.beanpothockey.com/">Official Beanpot Site</a>.Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-55578909645683768272009-02-13T00:39:00.009-05:002009-02-18T19:30:29.464-05:00The International - Review<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILj3HlaoOCg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILj3HlaoOCg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >Suspense Sans Cliche -- Just How I Like It</span><br /><br />By some stroke of luck I found myself at <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/regal-fenway-stadium-13-boston">Regal Cinema</a> this evening, front and center for a free pre-screening of <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0963178/">The International</a>, starring Clive Owen and Naomi Watts. (And left just as undecided about who has the cooler star-worthy name.)<br /><br />It's a classic man-against-the-system journey, with bug taps buried deeper than corporate corruption. Louis Salinger (Clive Owen) is an Interpol officer with a history of dead witnesses and poorly managed anger. He crosses paths with Eleanor Whitman (Naomi Watts), an investigator for the New York District Attorney's Office, when the two share interest in a case involving an international bank brokering small arms deals with China and various Middle Eastern nations.<br /><br />Let me tell you something, it doesn't matter. By the time the film reached its climactic action + blood + guns + suspense peak (and reach it, it did), I could have cared less what deep-seeded crime was being busted. Director Tom Twyker did a fine job of balancing political-thriller gimmicks with well-timed humor and super-stretched (in a good way) moments of tension. <br /><br />Similar to its blend of tension and humor the movie also combines violent, sometimes gory, action with delicate attention to detail. (i.e. After the glass roof is blown off a building, and sent crashing down to crush its prey, snow falls through the opening left behind.)<br /><br />And thank you, thank you, thank you for saving us from the boy with a vengeance, girl on a mission lust-fest that has plagued the last 75 crime suspense films I've seen. It was one cliche the film definitely did well to avoid.<br /><br />Of course, there were downsides. As it took us from Germany to France to New York City, the script tended to veer a bit too far into the land of philosophical one liners a la "truth is stranger than fiction" and "justice is an illusion." There was also an unfortunate cut shot when a dying, blood-stained man was magically carried across 5th avenue to die quietly next to the <a href="http://www.centralpark.com/pages/attractions/reservoir.html">Jacqueline Onassis Reservoir</a>. Implausible.<br /><br />If The International is a film worth seeing, it was made even more so by the fact that I saw it for F-R-E-E, free. (Sorry, but I couldn't hold back from the brag.) For you unfortunate souls who have to dish out the ungodly wads of cash it takes to get into a theater, it's probably still worth it. You're likely to chuckle, cringe, and hang on the edge of your seat at least once. At worst, you won't be bored.</span>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-89476339708834183572009-02-08T20:24:00.010-05:002009-02-18T18:17:48.001-05:00The Jordan's Experience<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGDl6pu41gk_WXqZLRvYlAXCYtYCshO7xJUlSjnuDy2PMSXElPtFRs4gfmL3kad_MxtP4gNf_XPkIBm_5TkIF2vnX7liDkED-vHLLn88Czq6_8CPWtNniLlTy0NctSHGcJhIqsrCK38k/s1600-h/IMG_8349.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGDl6pu41gk_WXqZLRvYlAXCYtYCshO7xJUlSjnuDy2PMSXElPtFRs4gfmL3kad_MxtP4gNf_XPkIBm_5TkIF2vnX7liDkED-vHLLn88Czq6_8CPWtNniLlTy0NctSHGcJhIqsrCK38k/s320/IMG_8349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300722559330402658" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >It's Like a Furniture Store on Speed... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Despite my fully furnished apartment and dangerous oversupply of lamps (It's a problem, but I'm working on it.), Jordan's Furniture has been tempting me to check out its merchandise for ages.<br /><br />In 2004, the chain opened its largest store just outside the city, in Reading, Massachusetts. In addition to traditional furniture showrooms, the Reading location also offers a 3-D IMAX, Bose home theater store, ice cream vendor, and (get this) trapeze school. The gimmick seems to be working. According to the <a href="http://www.jordans.com/about/landing.asp">store's website</a>, Jordan's sells more furniture per square foot than any other US retailer. It's all pretty impressive, considering the business operated out of the back of a truck from 1918 to 1926.<br /><br />The megalithic home good chain first grabbed my attention during the 2007 World Series, when president Elliot Tatelman announced his new Boston-centric promotion: a total refund on all Jordan's purchases from March 7 to April 16 if the Red Sox won. My superficial interest in baseball intensified with every crack of the bat, and as I looked on while <a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601079&sid=aD2tVHoQ1Kmc&refer=home">the Red Sox did, in fact, win</a> the series, I couldn't help but snivel at what could have been a free La-Z-Boy recliner in my living room (or a swiveling, brass reading lamp for that matter).<br /><br />Tatelman tried it again in 2008, but was saved by the <a href="http://multimedia.boston.com/m/21247472/rays_beat_red_sox_to_take_alcs.htm?pageid=24692">Ray's ALCS victory</a>.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsauOH6S_5E&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NsauOH6S_5E&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Despite the failed promotion, my curiosity grew when I discovered that the Jordan's in Reading offers a plethora of amusements and activities. "Jordan's Furniture: Not Just a Store, an Experience," the catchy tagline called. Who knew. It turns out the place has even made it onto <a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/14167%5D,">Roadside America</a>, though they favored the location in <a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/story/11761">Natick</a>.<br /><br />Up until this weekend my lamp addiction and I had been able to refrain from the Jordan's "Experience," but when I read in February 4th's <a href="http://www.improper.com/">Improper Bostonian</a> that the Beatle's Revolution exhibit was rolling into town, I had to go. The display was set up in recognition of the legendary rock band's arrival to the United States 45 years ago, and "Yellow Submarine" director/animator Ron Campbell was schedule to appear. If I didn't see it, what would my <a href="http://www.moptops.com/mark.html">Beatlemania-member father say</a>?<br /><br />Fortunately, I got my hands on a car, and was saved from the treachery of a two hour ride on the MTA.<br /><br />At 2pm on a Sunday afternoon, the parking lot looked more like mid-morning on Black Friday. Apparently this was one experience I'd have to share with a crowd.<br /><br />With a chorus of Handel's "Messiah" blasting grom overhead speakers, I walked through the store's revolving doors (appropriately sized for the mattresses and sofas patrons were supposed to be lugging out with them, though not one person did), and entered a world of oversized jelly bean flowers, fountain light shows, and pre-pubescent trapeze artists. In that moment, I forgot lamps even existed. This is not your grandmother's furniture store.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGX3bztY6v62PXcWBt4Mjpi6bMbwfo66AiUQWOfLppMdY3NMv4iIIGhTQAGsdXrpYwJcjCNDRHLWAqczd821jdP19pCYzVany6Vj9F7KXTaq9EYTX7tKtQHdS_nt-oc0E9IzJdsblzGw/s1600-h/IMG_8351a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGX3bztY6v62PXcWBt4Mjpi6bMbwfo66AiUQWOfLppMdY3NMv4iIIGhTQAGsdXrpYwJcjCNDRHLWAqczd821jdP19pCYzVany6Vj9F7KXTaq9EYTX7tKtQHdS_nt-oc0E9IzJdsblzGw/s320/IMG_8351a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300722722363356514" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(Onlookers point their gaze to the ceiling as a student in the<br /><a href="http://boston.trapezeschool.com/">TSNY Boston trapeze school</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > swings high above a mural of Boston's <a href="http://www.bostonroads.com/crossings/zakim/">Zakim bridge</a>.)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />"It's like Vegas, but for furniture," said Jon Daly, a Boston-native who came to Jordan's with his girlfriend, Colleen Leary, just to see the Beatles exhibit.<br /><br />"We've bought stuff here before," she added, "but we usually just come to see the IMAX movies."<br /><br />The place was teeming with kids, most of which went from obnoxious to cute when their parents opted to cart them around in charming "Taxi" strollers provided by the store. A very large, very green, very pro-Red Sox monster loomed over the escalator leading to the "Area Rugs and Living Room" floor. A lifeless mannequin-turned-Yankee-player hung trapped in its clutches. Frank Sinatra's voice rang out over a brassy tune, perfectly synchronized to the flashing burst of lighted fountains, called Liquid Fireworks, in the distance. Patrons stopped dead in their tracks to gawk, like lost tourists in the heart of Manhattan.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumnBfILN7NIseCVCEqNcyyS1oNaZx_1nZ9Wbtp8wfWQePZ4TAgnmAiavWqlWsYvOtBS5yW_f1CkERL09V__jKZVlMMGjAiM4gKwxlX9i-eFfs7ABqXOiUFz90vk399ERUSNJSUmfsMUc/s1600-h/IMG_8347a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 5px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumnBfILN7NIseCVCEqNcyyS1oNaZx_1nZ9Wbtp8wfWQePZ4TAgnmAiavWqlWsYvOtBS5yW_f1CkERL09V__jKZVlMMGjAiM4gKwxlX9i-eFfs7ABqXOiUFz90vk399ERUSNJSUmfsMUc/s320/IMG_8347a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300726424695484418" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(A ridiculously cute toddler hops in a ridiculously cute<br />stroller and goes for a ride so ridiculously cute, it should be illegal.)</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Beatles Revolution exhibit was meek by comparison. Nestled between Fuddruckers tables and a Jelly Belly kiosk, it consisted of no more than a dozen metal display racks, set up Scholastic book fair style in a 20 by 20 amoeba of open space. Prints of art and photography by the Fab4 and their closest companions hung for sale. Prices ranged from $65 for commemorative plaques, to thousands of dollars for signed pieces of psychedelic art.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.beatlescartoon.com/rcampbell.html">Ron Campbell</a> sat unassumingly at a poorly defined "entrance" to the exhibit. A crowd had formed around the dark oak table in front of him (on sale, 3rd floor) while he painted to caricature of a man who hadn't yet been born when the Beatles took America by storm.</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHpbxHnPxrkgn4HGFDRe5mNWdggipdG0kSrO9Yzhg7XFAxC86mBLkt9xlXAWf0LxYGVRPISVz_i3gIv2eoPXn-x49MpaZRQGVtmKZdl_6Xf6alHP1AYjEZhMGBexAd6KW3HoI_DpY1Tw/s1600-h/IMG_8342b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHpbxHnPxrkgn4HGFDRe5mNWdggipdG0kSrO9Yzhg7XFAxC86mBLkt9xlXAWf0LxYGVRPISVz_i3gIv2eoPXn-x49MpaZRQGVtmKZdl_6Xf6alHP1AYjEZhMGBexAd6KW3HoI_DpY1Tw/s400/IMG_8342b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300728230386526898" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(Ron Campbell shows off his artistic talent, and one<br />young visitor to the exhibit gets the caricature of a lifetime.)</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A young boy ran through the crowd, excitedly informing his companion (and, by way of volume and projection, everyone else in the room) that he could afford to buy a photograph of John Lennon and Yoko Ono as they lay in their hotel bed, making sleepy statements about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bed-In">"Hair Peace" and "Bed Peace."</a> The price tag? $195. The 9-year-old officially has more expendable income than I do. Moving on.<br /><br />The store's IMAX was showing The Dark Night--not quite up to par with my hopes for a larger-than-life trek across the surface of Mars or the peaks of Everest--but the rest of the "Experience" was as one would expect. I ambled through room after room of discount furniture, testing out leather club chairs and Tempur-Pedic beds, and playing house with my boyfriend. I even got away without buying a lamp, though I did succumb to two giant scoops of frozen yogurt. (Worth it.)</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii62O3Iv-C7q4FcC2BHULJLjAuoe_IrtG8pJrDvtBK7Ot8RFoyzoFIAdgDhcczumcC5czOhCml7d3N0t8gSNbqI8I8vJmRsu4kgjSH_0i_sTHx27vHNsc9EtBzMyxTQJ987Wxaa4ZGyMM/s1600-h/IMG_8344a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii62O3Iv-C7q4FcC2BHULJLjAuoe_IrtG8pJrDvtBK7Ot8RFoyzoFIAdgDhcczumcC5czOhCml7d3N0t8gSNbqI8I8vJmRsu4kgjSH_0i_sTHx27vHNsc9EtBzMyxTQJ987Wxaa4ZGyMM/s400/IMG_8344a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300729878042306626" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(A photograph of Ringo Starr and one of his psychedelic designs hang<br />on display, while a giant green monster lives out every die-hard Sox fan's fantasy.)</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And so the experience was had. The curiosity is cured, and the cat's still kicking. While it is possible to enjoy a trip to Jordan's without a need for furniture, it may not be for everyone. I happen to be easily amused (and the whole lamp-obsession thing didn't hurt). It's certainly a babysitter's dream--amusement park-like distraction for the kids with none of the expense. But unless you live close by, have a car in the city, or are suffering from a deadly case of boredom, the journey might not be worth your while.<br /><br />PS- Today's warm weather was my snow-be-gone dream come true!</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EcUDOOlwE178h7zjI_YBI74pNSANpr7TSIdMWO7g8EynAi-ufHh_sIPeVbgmwCalFdkEp0nz4sicn8dvJVP8v3A8vZnMfYt4Q9SYS4xZq0u6MmTgFU9403B4Id11pzkaPNqAiSN12uI/s1600-h/IMG_8352a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-EcUDOOlwE178h7zjI_YBI74pNSANpr7TSIdMWO7g8EynAi-ufHh_sIPeVbgmwCalFdkEp0nz4sicn8dvJVP8v3A8vZnMfYt4Q9SYS4xZq0u6MmTgFU9403B4Id11pzkaPNqAiSN12uI/s400/IMG_8352a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300723725905436690" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(The sign in front of Jordan's Furniture in Reading, MA foreshadows<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >all the joy and oddity that awaits visitors inside. Note: grimy snow bank<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >still lingers in bottom right corner, fighting the day's near-50 degree temperatures.)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >Experience Jordan's for yourself, no money or furniture need required:</span><br /><br /><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&s=AARTsJq-tshzFfUeoWIKgKHOu73t3Dr6lA&msa=0&msid=110251319575375821394.0004627760a3e958bd5f4&ll=42.447781,-71.191406&spn=0.709338,1.167297&z=9&output=embed" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="350"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=110251319575375821394.0004627760a3e958bd5f4&ll=42.447781,-71.191406&spn=0.709338,1.167297&z=9&source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Watch </span></span></small><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Yellow Submarine, </span></span><small><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">the 1968 classic animated film from Ron Campbell and the Beatles: </span></span><br /></small><br /><br /><embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-1444637107417806305&hl=en&fs=true" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>Erika Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979896036893315262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478181779975856692.post-34011233609629863502009-02-04T13:10:00.006-05:002009-09-13T18:21:52.439-04:00Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Make it Stop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_MXgmRUWeLfUtIh9onKsHf91N7786VW-VQE2B-yV8lVgVd9czZxtkanJObZ6bHF2vdmyBaS_KLAVHndj30aoP9py3MIBVE2NAfMU6I2os1W_YJtSXPsZCAkc5ZY15p1ijyLpIgFcBnk/s1600-h/IMG_8277a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_MXgmRUWeLfUtIh9onKsHf91N7786VW-VQE2B-yV8lVgVd9czZxtkanJObZ6bHF2vdmyBaS_KLAVHndj30aoP9py3MIBVE2NAfMU6I2os1W_YJtSXPsZCAkc5ZY15p1ijyLpIgFcBnk/s400/IMG_8277a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299384035199939090" border="0" /></a>
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mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">An</span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">d you thought F</span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">ebruary would be warm…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">The news was hard to bear, especially comin</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">g from a groundhog, but our old friend, Punxsutawney Phil proved hi</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">s point this week as another Nor’Easter hit <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Boston</st1:place></st1:city> on Tuesday, February 2.</span>
<br /></p><div><iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/28975957#28975957" scrolling="no" width="425" frameborder="0" height="339"></iframe><p class="msnbcLinks">Visit msnbc.com for <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/">Breaking News</a>, <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507">World News</a>, and <a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072">News about the Economy</a></p></div>
<br /><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Umbrellas were out and hoods were pulled tight over redd</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ened, and often disgru</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ntled, faces as the blustery winds reached upwards of 40 mph and the lingering, grimy snow drifts of yester-storm g</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ained three new inches of powdery fluff. As day tur</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ned to night, Mother Nature showed no signs of stopping.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">“I hate snow in Allston because it’s so dirty,” said Steve</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> Mattson, 23, as he slumped his shoulders over a Brubaker’s beer at local Allston hangout, Our House West. <span style=""> </span>What’s his f</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">avorite thing about snowy weather?<span style=""> </span>“Throwing snowballs at cars.<span style=""> </span>I did that yesterday.”</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7LmLwOCfyhNNirBZMmj-rHge8sYgpp61gd4RvghyDwSo2TJ6B5BxY7bfbuW5xmL-sAjF4-sKM5PQjRa_E3JmW4PVqROanNYAcfGm2DtJuokEhZrRYlryGuNW8jty4ZInLTSlXIs8kbQ/s1600-h/IMG_8288.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF7LmLwOCfyhNNirBZMmj-rHge8sYgpp61gd4RvghyDwSo2TJ6B5BxY7bfbuW5xmL-sAjF4-sKM5PQjRa_E3JmW4PVqROanNYAcfGm2DtJuokEhZrRYlryGuNW8jty4ZInLTSlXIs8kbQ/s320/IMG_8288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299392950134210658" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">(Note to self: Add “risk of snowball attack”</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> to </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">list of reasons why snow in Allston does</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">, in fact, suck.)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">J</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ust when you thought it was going to end; that the puddles of ice and slush lurking ambiguously at every corner would melt off, dry up and disappear; that birds would sing, and suns would shine and $20 would magically appear in your—Wait, that’s going too far.<span style=""> </span>But seriously man, this snow sucks.</span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" >(CommAve. snow bank, rising in tandem with your
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" >odds of getting a snowball in the face.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" >
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">For all the Negative Nancies, Hawaiians, and miscellaneous frozen precipitation haters out there, I present:
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">10 Things I Hate About Snow* </span></span></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">1</span></span></b><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">. That guy with that snow covered backpack on the T.</span><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"> </span> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Do you <span style="font-style: italic;">see</span> yourself?</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span>Look at your reflection in the window, guy.<span style=""> </span>That is your voluminous textbook-stack-turned-camel-hump pressing its soggy, icy and altogether un-</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">soft surface into my face at every stop. Something has to change here.<span style=""> </span>Fast.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SB1n6ZiWicJoSqCpwbhxbEP7-apZlGpl03KWH0ZnrWrbLOhOfAgEdlg5QzYYNeaYoajr6C_OuzC5NlMwmh3nM8IvmjTcFyrPUVPKzrkAGLcquQtzriCoZf4cMLMa1QqrBnMpWMj9D7c/s1600-h/IMG_8271a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SB1n6ZiWicJoSqCpwbhxbEP7-apZlGpl03KWH0ZnrWrbLOhOfAgEdlg5QzYYNeaYoajr6C_OuzC5NlMwmh3nM8IvmjTcFyrPUVPKzrkAGLcquQtzriCoZf4cMLMa1QqrBnMpWMj9D7c/s320/IMG_8271a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299395861378320482" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">2. Everybody else on the T.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Who <i style="">are</i> all you people?<span style=""> </span>You’re so dispersed out there on the street, but jam everyone into a two-by-four <span style=""> </span>T car on</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> a snowy day, and it’s a small world after all.<span style=""> </span>On the bright side, I now know that Dentyne gum, does in fact make for minty </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">fresh breath.<span style=""> </span>(Oh, and by the way, I like that scarf you’re wearing, ma’am.<span style=""> </span>I got a good glimpse of the fabric as it lurched, full force into my eyes while I clung for dear life to the stairway handrail.)</span>
<br /><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">3. That mysterious substance</span></span></b><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"> on my shoe.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">It’s part white, part gray, part boring a hole through the suede of my boot.<span style=""> </span>And it will never come off.<span style=""> </span>Ever.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<br /></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">(An icy bicycle seat contributes to the </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">overcrowded T problem.)</span></span>
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<br /></span><b style=""><span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">mysterious substance on my shoe </span></span></span></b><b style=""><span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">can't seem to combat.</span></span></span></b></span>
<br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">What is the “salt” even for?<span style=""> </span>It’s more like seasoning for pigeon scraps than it is a storm preparation.<span style=""> </span>Is the city in debt because of liability insurance?<span style=""> </span>Young, vibra</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">nt 20-something athletes wielding power bars and lucky rabbit’s feet wipe out on these streets.<span style=""> </span>(Note to self:<span style=""> </span>Add “dangerous, icy sidewalk maelstrom” to list of reasons why I’m glad I’m still decades away from </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">becoming infirm.)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx_BVDZSXUMUOPxSQtUwiiW3-kcI7SW-8ycj75qoJav2Xaj6WK5aU7R3WFI0ZsdS1D8agAH46vGUtQlOh0z80OwBqElw0RHrpjmBYwdMpfBTvcJPGtqNvCA1TP_epiD-PX5PADAGojTY/s1600-h/IMG_8266a2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 0px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbx_BVDZSXUMUOPxSQtUwiiW3-kcI7SW-8ycj75qoJav2Xaj6WK5aU7R3WFI0ZsdS1D8agAH46vGUtQlOh0z80OwBqElw0RHrpjmBYwdMpfBTvcJPGtqNvCA1TP_epiD-PX5PADAGojTY/s320/IMG_8266a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299401944493404322" border="0" /></a><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">5. That piece of snow that just went in my eye.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Will you <i style="">stop</i>?!<span style=""> </span>I’m trying to <i style="">walk</i> for Christ’s sake.<span style=""> </span>On the bright side, I feel inspired to start wearing ski masks.<span style=""> </span>Maybe the Allston hipsters will embrace my new nonconformist fash</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ion statement.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">6. The questionable surfaces </span></span></b><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">at e</span></span></b><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">very street corner.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">To </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">step, or not to step?<span style=""> </span>That is the question.<span style=""> </span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Allston City Councilor Mark </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Ciommo should give out cash </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">prizes </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">to anyone who can guess whether they’re walking onto a sheet of ice, or a four inch slush puddle/death trap for the foot.<span style=""> </span>Seriously, my left foot died twice yesterday. I'm running out of socks.</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">(Another snow-in-eye victim, also in desperate </span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">need of winter head gear.) </span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">7. My seriously inhibited jay-walking skills.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><i style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;">So… many… snow banks.<span style=""> </span>Must… go… to corner.<span style=""> </span>Will…miss… T.</span></i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span>I can’t wait till the spring when I can illegally frolic across any street whenever I damn well please, and not have to worry about trekking over a mini-Everest to get to the other side.<span style=""> </span>[insert chicken crossing road joke here]</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RkmCg6hxM_PQWiV4d9hOTkk93dcu7L6LsGgVc8hEPqwh7CjzxovmorXuQr5fhybKGeGg4TRrTmtY-mktYechePt6N8zYauwf7KFid75VPf5Wfd-rA98pHaQd387_BxD5qairEYCbJ60/s1600-h/IMG_8274a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RkmCg6hxM_PQWiV4d9hOTkk93dcu7L6LsGgVc8hEPqwh7CjzxovmorXuQr5fhybKGeGg4TRrTmtY-mktYechePt6N8zYauwf7KFid75VPf5Wfd-rA98pHaQd387_BxD5qairEYCbJ60/s320/IMG_8274a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402839588626914" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Even as they rise, snow banks reach new low, now prohibiting courtyard jaywalking too.)</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">8. That car that’s double parked over an ice bank in front of my driveway.</span><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"> </span> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Dude, the cops.<span style=""> </span>The cops actually came to my door to complain about you.<span style=""> </span>Where are you?<span style=""> </span>And why must you insist on denying the conditions out there?<span style=""> </span>Park on a street that gets plowed, man.<span style=""> </span>You’re never getting out, and now neither am I.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">9. Cabin Fever.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Within the 48 hours surrounding the storm, I consumed approximately 6,000 calories (none of which derived from either the fruit or the vegetable section of the food pyramid), watched eight episodes of </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Arrested Development, and took part in three Mario Parties and two Stratego battles.<span style=""> </span>I skipped one class, took two naps, and went to the gym exactly zero times.<span style=""> </span>If this doesn’t end soon</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUw7E2QaE-1DZoOsWUCoStZGztSWaAoUBeLMvH3F8HGJaW0NLXxVnICewYwL7Yz4pJFC8nKTsI3Rlb-zujfnIBSF15O1JJDkiVJr6pOBAB3ZlQVBTiTw85EHJl_PJRFgYocwo6BUlDvk/s1600-h/IMG_8270a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUw7E2QaE-1DZoOsWUCoStZGztSWaAoUBeLMvH3F8HGJaW0NLXxVnICewYwL7Yz4pJFC8nKTsI3Rlb-zujfnIBSF15O1JJDkiVJr6pOBAB3ZlQVBTiTw85EHJl_PJRFgYocwo6BUlDvk/s320/IMG_8270a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299408066230893506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Georgia;">, I’ll wind up on a bad reality TV show.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"><b style=""><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">10. Snow ≠ Spring.</span><span style=""> </span></span></b><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Remember that time when you could go outside for more than five minutes, and still feel your fingers?<span style=""> </span>Me neither.<span style=""> </span>There are many dresses in my closet that are just as upset about this as I am.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGXKiZuJB_gsenYoY0tq1J9398iFCPxjlfRRV-S5zLzXT8FL5Q3F2_fagU5Nt79MnzfD1dxfNuv0ft6BlfAWdvyaJ1lEyEd12bRKENAq6VAI2ULa65s4VjgEmHk10Sm22d5qOhFwS8TM/s1600-h/IMG_8284a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGXKiZuJB_gsenYoY0tq1J9398iFCPxjlfRRV-S5zLzXT8FL5Q3F2_fagU5Nt79MnzfD1dxfNuv0ft6BlfAWdvyaJ1lEyEd12bRKENAq6VAI2ULa65s4VjgEmHk10Sm22d5qOhFwS8TM/s320/IMG_8284a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299409943169006322" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">
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<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">(Above: An innocent pedestrian feebly attempts to block the </span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">wind and snow with her bare hands; doesn't stand a </span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:85%;">chance. Left: Icy sidewalk maelstrom. Below: The underappreciated Building and Ground team on Boston University campus is the only thing keeping me sane. Shovel away, savior. )</span></span>
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<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Phew, that felt good.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes you just have to rant.<span style=""> </span>Go ahead… <a href="http://erikatempleton.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-make-it-stop.html#comments">try it</a>.<span style=""> </span>And hey, all that said, at least we’re not in <a href="http://www.upi.com/Top_News/2009/02/02/Kentucky_residents_struggle_after_storm/UPI-15891233587045/"><st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Kentucky</st1:place></st1:state></a>.</span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVneqftRRKxcYParqqcjfc9lyJhSblQCRiqW9gIbUpxDAhGvukoMLqZz6hqVyyh9mnWSUas17HUuEwGezvczNiKxilGIgScw-Rh2qzs9skTXZ87kybtHLeWcAus5dWtioRMZkMYNgVdw/s1600-h/IMG_8263a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVneqftRRKxcYParqqcjfc9lyJhSblQCRiqW9gIbUpxDAhGvukoMLqZz6hqVyyh9mnWSUas17HUuEwGezvczNiKxilGIgScw-Rh2qzs9skTXZ87kybtHLeWcAus5dWtioRMZkMYNgVdw/s400/IMG_8263a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299410876240657282" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Trick of the trade: pictures in sepia hide grimy street snow, create winter wonderland effect, and subsequently, false hope.)</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p></p></span>
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