near massart

Amber and I went for a long overdue trip to the MFA the other day. Walking back to the car, we saw this liberally decorated mailbox:


I really like the Dali. I guess that's what the neighborhood gets for being right across the street from Mass Art...
omg a Massachusetts Gulf gas station where they didn't disable the freakin' handle clip, so you can let go of the damn thing. Living on the edge!
Amber has a new theory that the almost complete lack of "70s Classic Rock" in my collection might be a manisfestation of an indifference to string instruments in general.


Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.
George Orwell
(also this month's quote for