This is it -- I've found him!Just kidding. The title actually refers to a freaking bus. However, this freaking bus is pretty useful. But back to the beginning...
My friend J. has been out of town for the last three weeks in Bolivia for a research field experience (how cool is that?). Incidentally, he was with my former adviser at MIT and another lab member who was there for nearly all of my tenure in the lab. They are doing some very cool work on number in cultures who a) are isolated and b) speak languages with pretty unique properties (or absence of properties). The work basically began in Piraha villages in Brazil, but they wanted a control group where the language wasn't so different, but where the culture was isolated and kids were matched for (lack of) education, that sort of thing. Pretty darn cool stuff. They needed a Spanish translator, and that's where J. comes in. So it's basically double translation -- from the local language to (poor) Spanish relayed to J., to English. Sweet gig, eh?
So J. is back, and I somehow managed to convince him to come with me to a party in the South End (K.'s house). First we had MoS veggie burgers with another friend who opted to stay back in Cambridge. Then we were griping about having to take the T... (well at least I was gripey about it) and realized that the 1 would save us. It's pretty much the only bus in Cambridge that I will agree to ride on a somewhat regular basis. Mostly because figuring out bus schedules is a pain -- although riding on a bus is typically not as much of a pain as my brain conceives it to be, and honestly, the 1 might be the most pain-in-the-ass bus route in the area (mostly 'coz it's freaking. packed. always. with. crazies -- but that's why we love Cambridge :)).
At any rate, the 1 took us into Boston toward the South End [see goofy picture of us above], and we left just early enough to catch it back into Cambridge. In between, we chatted with the most business-y of my friends, admired their red, white, and blue, attire, and drank patriotic Budweisers (the KING of beer!).
1 is the loneliest number that you'll ever do... 2 can be as bad as 1, it's the loneliest number since the number 1, hey...
