Ten Day
Obviously, today is Ten Day, 10/10/10. In an hour and18 minutes it will be 10:10:10 on 10/10/10. I’ll listen for the celebration.
Long day yesterday. Had to go down to Cambridgeport to return a hard drive that didn’t work. Six-mile bicycle ride, more than half in traffic. Got there just after eight and found it didn’t open till ten. But that was okay; there was a mostly deserted café a couple of blocks away with decent coffee, and I wrote a couple of pages waiting. Then pedaled on to MIT, another couple of miles, and wrote a page there.
Called Gay and biked to meet her at Davis Square - beautiful cool clear day for biking, incidentally - where we had lunch at the Foundry, new to us, good sandwiches, and then were entertained by HONK! “The Activist Festival of Street Bands.” Um . . . don’t know much about them, except they are a bunch of oom-pah and Dixieland-type bands organized, if that’s the word, around leftist and libertarian causes. No leaflets evident or contributions requested, just fun old-fashioned music and outlandish outfits.
We biked back home, about fourteen miles for me, and rested for an hour, and then Ethan and Anne picked us up to drive out to Newburyport for an afternoon and evening at that fun little seaside port town. We wandered for a couple of hours windowshopping, and actually buying bits here and there. I got some ginger-flavored tea and a badger-bristle shaving brush to replace one I left in New York last week. Had a nice dinner at the Brown Cow, a waterfront place.
Joe
Long day yesterday. Had to go down to Cambridgeport to return a hard drive that didn’t work. Six-mile bicycle ride, more than half in traffic. Got there just after eight and found it didn’t open till ten. But that was okay; there was a mostly deserted café a couple of blocks away with decent coffee, and I wrote a couple of pages waiting. Then pedaled on to MIT, another couple of miles, and wrote a page there.
Called Gay and biked to meet her at Davis Square - beautiful cool clear day for biking, incidentally - where we had lunch at the Foundry, new to us, good sandwiches, and then were entertained by HONK! “The Activist Festival of Street Bands.” Um . . . don’t know much about them, except they are a bunch of oom-pah and Dixieland-type bands organized, if that’s the word, around leftist and libertarian causes. No leaflets evident or contributions requested, just fun old-fashioned music and outlandish outfits.
We biked back home, about fourteen miles for me, and rested for an hour, and then Ethan and Anne picked us up to drive out to Newburyport for an afternoon and evening at that fun little seaside port town. We wandered for a couple of hours windowshopping, and actually buying bits here and there. I got some ginger-flavored tea and a badger-bristle shaving brush to replace one I left in New York last week. Had a nice dinner at the Brown Cow, a waterfront place.
Joe