Cambridge

Hey Boston, I’m judging Saturday’s @usairguitar Northeast Semifinal at @MidEastClub. It’ll be fun. You should come. ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEv…

Surrounded by file footage of George Steinbrenner on an eternal loop. Seriously, Boston, drink with me at Charlie’s before I start swinging.

This day demands to be ended with a lot of beer. Join me. — at Charlie's Kitchen gowal.la/r/wZTK

My neighborhood, once a safe haven from entitled college drama, has been very shrill lately. Makes me miss the crackheads in Philly.

New England may be imperfect, but its benevolence saw fit to give me the day off for whatever "Patriot's Day" is, and I'll take it.

Either Porter Square's T station escalators get too much maintenance or every other escalator in the world doesn't get enough.

Intentions of a productive night in were disrupted by friends, beer, and Improv Boston's final Rock Band night of the year. That'll do.

Melt-Banana didn’t play the Devo song you loudly demanded throughout the show, but my only disappointment is that you’re still breathing.

Baroness was really great tonight, but they would have been better if I hadn’t started drinking at 3pm. They should work on that.

Good conversation with @iamrumz and @jyllish. Good set from Besnard Lakes. Good night.

Cambridge streets have become no less craterous in the seven weeks I was too lazy to fix the flat on my bike.

Final Free Slurpee in Harvard Square: Mountain Dew Blue Shock.

Free Slurpees conquered in Cambridge: Sugar Free Wild Strawberry Crystal Light, Mountain Dew Voltage Freeze.

Remember those amazing scenes of a desolate, abandoned London in 28 Days Later? I'd like to see that in Harvard Square.

I owe Eric Pope a beer for convincing my tired ass to stick around for Peelander-Z. Holy hell, what a show.

90 minutes later, an MBTA lesson is well learned: If you live in Red Line territory, don't let your bike get a flat in Green Line territory.

Stabbing inertia in the face and pointing myself toward the dance party at TT's.

It's a comedy of errors tonight, the T and me.

Pretty bummed out by the number of people in Central Square willing to just walk past a kid crying on the sidewalk because he lost his mom.

Sitting with @beep and @meyerweb, looking forward to fleeing the Burren's, um, comedy show that started happening while we were here.

Does Cambridge even have storm drains? Precipitation turns this place into Venice.

This month, Cambridge and Philadelphia are my parallel universes. As part of the bargain, my desk chair in the latter is now made of cat.

Finally scored a Charlie card for cheaper MBTA fares. Almost starting to feel like a resident.

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For my first visit to central Boston, just last year, I approached from Logan International Airport, northeast of the city. The entire five-mile ride was underground, which wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow if I had been on a subway, but I was in a cab. I knew I was traveling through the results of the Big Dig, Boston’s impressive system of tunnels named after area politicians, civil rights leaders, and baseball players. But experiencing it… See more →