Showing posts with label Charles River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles River. Show all posts
Monday, September 3, 2012
Day 138: Night-time picnic on the Charles
In the spirit of yesterday, and since today was technically a holiday (happy Labor Day, everyone), I decided to spend the majority of the morning at Dado, a tea shop on Mass Ave., catching up on writing and (mostly) making a plan for pictures for this blog (meta, right?). D. joined me for a bit, having just come from Harvard Square, and his eagle eyes didn't miss a thing. Two abandoned salads somehow made their way over to our table. After he left, I ended up ordering one myself, and I must say that I was pretty impressed -- I don't know when Dado branched out into fancy lunches, but they did a good job of it.
After Dado, I biked around Cambridge and Somerville by myself for a bit, taking of a bunch of shots of Central/Harvard/Inman in a sort of loop. It took quite a while, and by the time I was done, it was nearly time to get ready for the dinner D. and I had decided to invite folks to, by the Charles. Quick trip to Trader Joe's for some picnic essentials, including Sangria ingredients, and then back to prep.
But first, we had a bit of a piano jam session with a friend who is also leaving town soon (though in a slightly more drastic manner -- he's moving to Thailand indefinitely!). After, he drove us to the river, and under the lights of the Harvard footbridge (by the business school), we had a drop-by-and-say-hi style picnic. Several people came actually, which was nice. An amalgamation of groups, of sorts. The evening ended with D. and one of his friends deciding it was still warm enough outside to jump into the Charles, and that the footbridge was a safe enough place to do it from (there is also photographic evidence of that, but it was slightly too obscene to post here :)). Gotta love the Muddy Charles.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Day 113: Biking along the Charles
For Day 3 of biking to work, I took the path not through Central and Harvard but rather through Cambridgeport and along the water. The Charles River has always been my favorite part about the city I live in (I speak loosely hear of course -- I suppose I just mean in gross geographical terms, or something), and I will darn well attempt to see it a lot over the next month. One time my first summer here I managed to make it out by the MIT sailing dock in time for sunrise -- just gorgeous.
After work, I met E. in our "old place", Thelonius Monkfish in Central, for some sushi -- this time, veggie sushi for me. (I have never, ever ordered vegetarian sushi before. What is becoming of me?)
Capitalizing on the nice summer air some more, there was a later venture out to Harvard to the beer garden at Charlie's, and later to a friend's house in Somerville who has something that almost qualifies as a roof deck. It's definitely a... well a roof.
Boston must be a city with some of the best and most diverse views, honestly. For having so few really interesting geographic features, to boot -- the river winding through really makes it.
After work, I met E. in our "old place", Thelonius Monkfish in Central, for some sushi -- this time, veggie sushi for me. (I have never, ever ordered vegetarian sushi before. What is becoming of me?)
Capitalizing on the nice summer air some more, there was a later venture out to Harvard to the beer garden at Charlie's, and later to a friend's house in Somerville who has something that almost qualifies as a roof deck. It's definitely a... well a roof.
Boston must be a city with some of the best and most diverse views, honestly. For having so few really interesting geographic features, to boot -- the river winding through really makes it.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Day 88: Hatch Shell
Going to see the Boston Landmark Orchestra play Aaron Copland at the hatch shell near the Charles (Boston side) was just great. Apart from one cranky audience member who freaking stole my hot pretzel. (Seriously: "Oh, ma'am, I've been waiting about 10 minutes. I think that's--" "Oh, what a pity. [walks away]")
Gorgeous evening! Hatch shell! Who cares I had to wait a few more minutes for the next pretzel! Plus Appalachian Spring and other Copland for free. Unfortunately, I had to leave early - a friend from choir was part of the All-Boston chorus singing some of the folk songs, but it was in the second half so I missed it. According to M., who invited me, the folk songs were a bit strange because they sounded so "formal" -- not at all like sing-song-y folk stuff. There are free concerts every Wednesday for the rest of the summer at the hatch shell -- everyone should go!
OK. That was the most salient point I had to make for today. Other great things about today:
1. Got to have dinner with K&L like old times at Oleana! (YUMMY food, AMAZING baked Alaska, and tasty muscat and other wine...)
2. Got to walk across Longfellow from the Hatch Shell to Oleana. Love doing this at a moderate pace when it's nice out. Beautiful.
3. Z IS BACK! From London.
4. After chatting with Z I ended up grabbing a quick drink with a friend I hadn't seen in a while at Brick and Mortar. Good good evening.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Day 83: Fireworks on the Charles

Happy Fourth. To celebrate, I skimmed about three hours off my work day, attended a Neil-Simon-themed bbq (which involved quite a bit more rehearsing than I had anticipated), and then moved on to the night's entertainment -- watching fireworks drunk.
First stop was All-Asia -- on the way to this fine drinking establishment, I happened to run into a woman I hadn't spoken to since freshman year of college, when she lived across the hall from me in my honors-college-floor freshman dorm. Nuts. She's apparently doing a music PhD in NYC and is in town for the summer to accompany the Boston Ballet School. Pretty sweet, eh? More on that later.
Upon arrival at AA (ironic), there was no live music of yet (always a plus for All Asia), but by the time T. arrived to join Bnap and me, they had arrived in full ska-terrible form. Such terrible form that it caused a) Bnap and I to become rather drunk and b) T. to leave. No matter! B and I headed to a friend's house (she's a graduate student RA for the MIT undergrad dorms, lives right on the river), played with a really cute baby, and then eventually rejoined with T. in time to watch the lightning-storm-esque fireworks from Mem Drive. Brilliant.
After, I was coerced (my words, not theirs) by both Bnap and M. to walk down to the hotel down the street to sit outside and chat about life. Which ended up being mostly chatting about abortion and psychiatric disorders. Go figure. Yay America, Yay Boston, Yay fireworks. EOM.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Day 60: Commencement
Lesson learned today: sleeping through alarms and phone calls due to karaoke-induced exhaustion and therefore arriving three hours late to your MIT graduation does not mean you cannot walk. It did, for me, mean that people were worried, but also that I got to stand in the shade with friends for 60 minutes rather than sit in the beating hot sun with people I barely knew for three hours and then slip into the line to walk across the stage to receive my diploma.
It was a beautiful day until about 3pm, well after graduation was finished. Commencement at MIT is held in Killian Court, the lawn in front of the dome on Memorial Drive, on the Charles River. Absolute perfection for a graduation ceremony in which everyone, undergrads included, gets to walk, so there is a lot of watching and waiting.
After graduation, I did a brief stroll around campus with the friends who came (E., T., and two of my roomies), which was lovely and resulted in many pictures. Then to BCS, for a brief reception, and back home for some rest. Z. cooked one of my favorites, mac and cheese, for dinner, which was great, and then we all met up with some folks from my choir for the monthly karaoke sesh at Charles Playhouse. Great end to a somewhat stressful day.
Cheers to MIT for being organized enough to remember to call the name of the girl who overslept by about three hours.
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Saturday, May 19, 2012
Day 40: 80 Photos in Boston -- Part 3.
Phase 15: The return
to the Common.
We thought we were
returning to the common life. We really did. But then I noticed that when L had
asked me for the clue list in the Beantown Pub, she had marked each remaining
clue (over 20, still) with the location (e.g. “BC” for Boston Common, “F” for
Fenway, etc.) – and suddenly I realized, she wanted to finish this at least as
much as I did. A slight glance at
her and I saw she was raring to go.
We had already decided we might head back to the Common to get a couple
of shots we wished we’d gotten when we started out, but that we hadn’t quite
decoded yet. So we ventured back to the common… and onto the second “big” Phase-with-a-capital-P
of the day. For we were really just beginning (though without a crucial team
member – making it even more epically difficult!).
#47: Two Princes having a Semi-Charmed Life. This
is another clue that marked a break-through moment for us. Near the time I figured out that “cold”
meant really, really “cold”, M and I also had a brain-storming session about
what “Two Princes” could me – and we realized that Frog Princes almost have a
charmed life. We also realized that M had, just for fun, taken a picture of me
posing there – but only with one.
So the rest of the crew (at this point, just “Jamel-toes”) returned to the
princes, and took the shot.
#13: Gangway for goslings. So catchy, and somehow so close to “Make way for ducklings”, that we
could only assume they were analogous!
#65: This ugly duckboat grew up. I cannot remember which team member made this break-through,
but someone (perhaps L?) recognized that ugly ducklings might grow up to be
swans—and reside on very different boats than their duck compatriots. Also,
going back to the Public Garden made me realize how very, very beautiful it is
(even if swan boats seem super cliché).
Phase 16: From
Boston proper to the west!
So far, all of our
ventures had been very close to the tiny radius comprising Boston’s downtown.
No clues, in fact, had much to do with the slightly sprawling Back Bay which I
am much more familiar with, and Fenway had just seemed so, so far. But I’m glad we made the venture. And
our first “destination” was on Mass Ave.
#5: A really long kick line. Though we failed at finding a kickline at the Boston Opera House, we
happened upon an organic version (albeit a 3-person-long version) on the way to
our next destination, coming out of the Public Garden. Three ladies swinging
their toes in line.
#43: A hidden village in the middle of the city. I was lost on this one, and it definitely
took some smartphone action to figure it out. Apparently Bay Village, in the
epicenter (ish) of Boston, has a population of barely over 1,000. So, there we hiked!
#28: Reflect upon this church. This was obvious to us – and we were happy to get to the beautiful
Christian Science Center’s reflection pool. None of us really knew the beauty
that awaited us! You have to walk
behind a building or two to find it, but it’s glorious, and there is also a
great view of the Prudential and a certain building with a crown. We took the
scenic route through some parks in the South End (an area I know because E.
dog-sits there several weeks a year), and everyone was the happier for it.
#36: An artsy photo (no Instagrams/filters!). Originally we had planned to use this shot for #28,
but L rightly remarked that it was definitely the artsiest we had (with a close
second from a beautiful shot that J took in the common). A reflection of a
reflection – where it’s unclear what is real and what is an image of something
else, the city behind both us and behind the reflection pool.
#52: A building with a crown. There were so many opportunities to photograph this building on the
way back from the South End, but this one (next to the Pru, in front of the
reflecting pool) really struck me.
Phase 16: On to
Fenway.
Perhaps one of the
first locations to come to mind when thinking of Boston, we made it to Fenway
pretty late in the game, with several clues on our list in our minds to check
off. We wasted no time in getting to Bleacher Bar, where we’d planned to have
dinner, but it was a bit too packed.
Not to worry, these scavengers had no problem finding food at the nearby
Mexican place down the road.
#21: Holding up theCitgo sign. Perhaps not the best job, but we captured this time the first time
we had anywhere near a decent angle to do so. Props to L for holding up
something that heavy, and to S for finding the right angle.
#26: At Fenway (bonus points for being in the stadium, super bonus points for being on the field). L’s idea was to be at Bleacher Bar, where a mere mesh net separates the
bar from the field. Perhaps we get bonus points because she found a little hole
at the bottom of the net and got her fingers to touch Fenway dirt!
#16: Most Bostonian person. We toyed with the idea of faux Sam Adams, but today’s Most Bostonian
person clearly needed to be a Red Sox fan in Bleacher Bar near Fenway watching
the away Red Sox game. Clearly.
#78: The Sacred Cod.
So we looked this up. It was in the State House. The State House was closed. We
took a picture. I couldn’t find the picture, and it wasn’t of a cod anyway. We
had been pervaded by cod. Codzilla, crazy monkfish-labeled-as-a-cod, etc. So .
. . we decided that instead of a sacred cod, we’d submit a sacred Mexican
wrestly. Because WHO puts photos of Lucha Libre in the bathroom? Well, that random Mexican place on
Lansdowne (or nearby?) – that’s who.
#22: Most Red Sox paraphernalia.
The guy from #16 was also a contender, but S was able to snag this shot of the
Red Sox official store.
Phase 17: Smoots.
One of the best
clues, in my opinion, was simply labeled, “A Smoot!” Exclamation necessary,
explanation not. The so-called “Harvard Bridge” (far from Harvard, close to
MIT) is labeled with “Smoots”, a length of measurement which is the actual
length of a specific individual, and in which is measured the length of the
bridge linking Cambridge’s Mass Ave. to Boston’s Mass Ave. Halfway across from
Boston to Cantabrigia is “Halfway to Hell.”
#53: The worst statue. On the way we found this statue. It was pretty horrible
#79: A Smoot!. And
there you have L, posing next to one of the many markings on the bridge (we’re
on the left-hand side going from Boston to Cambridge, technically the “wrong
way”).
Phase 18: Using the
“T” for real.
We were tired. We
were going back to the
North End to rally for one of the hardest photos on the list. And we were in
Fenway. The only thing for us was the (shudder) Green Line.
#66c: Photos of your team on all 5 MBTA lines – the Green Line. This time, the whole team got on at Hynes station and we
captured L on the Green Line – with her team joining her for once.
#11: Highest person-to-space ratio (e.g. a lot of people in a small space). There were other contenders – at some
point we thought about the choir M was going to see standing on the stage, the
chaos that is Haymarket, etc. – but eventually we decided that the
quintessential terribly-packed scene in Boston is the ever-hated Green Line.
#34: A tourist carrying both Mike's and Modern boxes. We caved and pseudo-staged it, I’m not going to
lie. But we also had the experience of waiting in line at Mike’s for some
pastries (which were so delicious I almost forgot that our primary goal was the
box), talking in Boston accents about the Kardashians with some randos in line,
and asking a Modern Pastry box holder to take pics with our Mike’s box – and
being responded “Oh no, that’s the Antichrist!” The perfect response.
Phase 19: One of the
first clues we figured out.
Early in the game we
recognized a clever clue as pointing us to Post Office Square – a location
quite near to us, as we were still in our starting point at Boston Common.
However, the excitement got to us and we ventured on to bigger and better
things, forgetting to stop there. But never fret! We made it back, near on
11pm.
#29: A short 4-photo panel comic. First, we stopped for some tomfoolery near Government Center. We
had debated what to do for this clue – it seemed something that could be done
anywhere, at any time. My initial interpretation was that we were supposed to
find a comic to photograph. Other interpretations involved drawing comics
(something we wanted to recruit E. for, but my phone was dead). Finally we
realized we could just stage our own photo-comic – and that we finally did,
once inspired by the insane statue featured at the end. Note: make sure to
click through all four pics if viewing from the link here.
#17: USPS * USPS. Obviously:
Post Office Square. They don’t call us MIT students for nothing.
Phase 20: The last
hurrah.
One more pretty
quick trip on the Green Line took us home-ward, and also toward the last few
stops on our list. We thought we only had two more items to check off – turns
out, it was three.
#6: Reptilian guard of the place where lightning is made. Others on my team figured out this one
early on, but it was hard to get to – the closest (well, almost) clue to
Cambridge. The raptor guarding the
Science Museum was also guarding some school-age kids who were having a lock-in
there!
#54: The Charles River locks. I’d originally
thought a “lock” was a physical object projecting into/out of a river, but in
fact it makes more sense – “locks” are small enclosed bodies of water within a
larger body of water. We had our closest encounter with the po-po while trying
to trespass (though there were no signs) down to get a better view/picture.
#7: You’ll know it when you see it. And our LAST
photo of the night was impromptu/serendipitous – as it absolutely should have
been. We originally took some
shots of the strip clubs / porn stores in Boston in Chinatown (you know.. you
get it), but we KNEW when we saw disco bikers that they were what we knew when
we saw (‘em). DISCO BIKERS!
Phase The-Last-One:
Cambridge.
We thought we were
done. But then – we took the long way Atwood’s, a pub where my friends were
meeting… turns out they were meeting from about 5-7 pm. Eventually this became
clear, and after walking for nearly an hour, S. picked us up and brought us
more inbound to Cambridge, where, S, L and I (J had already departed
MIT-/home-ward) enjoyed some frost libations before the (SO SHORT) prance home.
What. A. Day.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Day 23: Muddy Charles
Anyplace that claims it's a decent university has to have an on-campus pub.
MIT actually has two. One attempts to be social, but never has a good feel. It's in a dorm, so it's mostly first-years and dorm hangers-on.
The other does not attempt to be anything other than a room in an old, old building across the Charles River from Boston (and right across from the MIT sailing pavilion), and it accomplishes that quite well.
Both have cheap beer, but the Muddy boasts free food (Wednesday is wings night) -- and you can bring your own. I am never going to be able to portray the atmosphere right -- it's got a couple TVs, but it's got more wood than TVs. You can get a pitcher of Rapscallion for $12. Down the hall is an enormous ballroom where there is often ballroom dancing being practiced. Upstairs there is a climbing gym. You can get up onto the roof on warm summer nights (and I have). There are enormous pillars outside, in the entrance, above the stone steps leading down to Memorial Drive.
It's a pretty great place to go after sailing, or softball practice, or just a long day in lab. Here's to you, Muddy Charles, for having such a great name and for being there.
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