Media-crity

Manny Manny Manny. End of an era. I’m relieved, depressed, dejected, nostalgic, and absolutely sure that this was the right decision. My feelings are scattered around and my head refuses to accept it. It’s gonna hurt the first time I see him in Dodger blue. On a baseball-level I absolutely support this.

On an emotionally-involved fan level, this sucks. A lot.

I’ve spent the day interpreting Maroon 5 lyrics to apply to the situation. Thus, to sum up my feelings, I give you this:

I never knew perfection til
I heard you speak, and now it kills me
Just to hear you say the simple things
Now waking up is hard to do
And sleeping is impossible too
Everything is reminding me of you
What can I do?

I’m not fine, I’m in pain
It’s harder everyday
Maybe we’re better off this way?
It’s better that we break, baby

And also this from MLB.com:

By nightfall, Epstein and Boston had to deal with an exit poll. The Red Sox were off Thursday. When they file into their Fenway Park locker room on Friday night for a series opener against Oakland, Ramirez won’t be there for the first time since Sept. 24, 2000.

But whatever they say, they’ll look more comfortable. It isn’t easy walking on eggshells for weeks. Now that their feet are firmly back on the ground, they have the traction to run down some renegade Rays.

Damnit.

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I just deleted all my 6+ month old tweets and put a box on the sidebar. I like twitter because I can send little updates about weird things I see in the street and want to blog about but always forget about by the time I get home.

Now I don’t have to take a picture and send it via flickr!

Dear 104:

After a couple of months of early departures, it’s nice to not have to get to the bus stop 10 minutes early. However, at least that was *A* schedule. Now you’ve given up and show up whenever. I’m convinced that they start new buses at Malden to mess with me. It sucks to get to the stop early, but to arrive at work as though I’d slept in an extra half hour.

To put it another way, I LOVE the new Hold Steady. Have it on endless repeat. But it should not be possible for me to listen to it twice on my morning commute.

No love,

The girl on the corner who refuses to thank you

Dear Male Commuters:

That’s a very pretty necklace! Now will you button your shirt please?

Gross,

A Fellow Passenger

Dear Cranky Lady on the Red Line:

Nuh uh. You do NOT get to shove through the mob exiting the train, flop into a seat, and SIGH as though we decided to play Red Rover and not let you in. You wait or you suffer the consequences.

Enjoy your trip you rude wench,

The girl who glared at you

I went out to return some pants and shop a bit. Then I thought it’d be a super idea to wander down Quincy Market way to find some cheesy Boston souvenirs someone. FAIL. I nearly killed 3 people, plus I still feel like crap so the walking from downtown to there was clearly too much for me and I was getting dizzy and weak.

So instead I sat down by the Holocaust Memorial because it’s my favorite place to hang out/people watch/find some peace in chaos. It’s a little removed from the touristmania of Quincy Market/Faneiul Hall but close enough that you can hear the crowd noise and street performers, and that people do come by, but far enough away that you’re not stepped on and/or in 1500 pictures.

In the half hour or so that I spent there, I witnessed:

–4 or 5 kids with balloon-animal swords and … sword holsters? around their waists. Much jousting to be had.
–A man try to explain the Holocaust to his 6-year-old son. I don’t remember what he said but it was kind of touching.
–A woman crying silently and praying
–A homeless man dividing his bottle of Popov between three water bottles and two separate families reacting in a horrified manner before dragging their children away
–A man ask his mother what bestiality was. The whole family then debated the proper pronunciation.
–A homeless man ask another homeless man to tie his bandana for him.

Then I headed to Haymarket caught the train home. I’m spent.

Wow it’s been a little while.

I did indeed finish the Corporate Challenge. I walked it with two coworkers and had a lot of fun. I did it in 51 real time (1:02, minus the 00:06 start and the 5 minute bathroom break for one of the girls I was with).

Been quite social this past week, doing the CC, going to the infamous 90s Night at Common Ground in Allston, going to a wedding, and tonight going to the fireworks. I’ve been doing these things with some local friends via a local message board. So the internet is pretty cool.

Now I gotta run and throw myself into the middle of the insanity. We’re going to watch them from Memorial Drive, yipes.