Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Ohio State is currently beating Oklahoma State 33-0 in the Alamo Bowl, so I'm refusing to watch it on principle. I couldn't really care less about Oklahoma, but any team facing the Buckeyes is a team I will root for. I know no one else cares (the Alamo Bowl? Honestly), but it would have been nice to see the Nuts lose one more this season. Oh well.
As my mother astutely pointed it, it's OSU versus OSU, and I can just imagine the confusion that this is causing in the sports announcer world. Oh, who am I kidding, Berman is probably crowing with glee at the thought of the clever lines he can use to talk about it. The ESPN gamecast solved the problem by referring to them as OKST and OHST, which is no fun at all.
Vacation is proceeding nicely. Last night we ended up at Dave's house to watch Shaun of the Dead and old James Bonds movies (they were on TV and we were not inclined to go out and, you know, actually do stuff). I hadn't seen SotD yet. It was funny, but not as good as it had been hyped up to be. It definitely did have its moments and was a pretty solid film, but I'm kind of glad I didn't see it in the theaters. It seemed to be more a quality rental movie than something you'd brave the lines and prices at Loews for. I swear to god I just typed that as 'Lowe's' 5 or 6 times before I got it right. For the sake of the Sox I hope he just signs with someone else already. For the sake of the Tigers I hope that, if they do sign him, it's for a reasonable price.
This afternoon I ended up in the South End with my parents. Apparently there's a burgeoning artists' community there, and I hadn't seen it at all. This is mostly because I haven't, erm, actually really been in the South End before today. I know, I know, I live in Massachusetts. I get into the city about a billion times each year, sometimes commuting in daily during the summer for art classes (thank you Massachusetts College of Art). And I'd never been to the South End. I am a horrible Massachuesettian. In my defense, I'm not at all sure that the T (subway, for you nonMAians-- like it's the L in Chicago, see?) runs out thataway. I don't really drive in the city, so if something isn't on the subway line or within relatively easy walking distance from a T stop, I'm not likely to end up there.
So today we went to the South End to see what there was to see. An organization calling itself the Boston Center for the Arts is there, and this is where we ended up. They have some snazzy theaters and a very old performance space called the Cyclorama, which has the most amazing ancient beaded light fixtures I may ever see. They also have a little gallery for more 'traditional' art (i.e. not performance) that's perhaps a little smaller than the first floor of the WORK gallery in Ann Arbor. Above this gallery is a building with a bunch of artists' studios in it. We checked out the Cyclorama thing and the Miller Gallery. It was kind of neat to see this little artist community growing up in Boston. Hmm. I wonder how one goes about getting one of those studios...
Tomorrow I think I'm waking up early to head up to Plum Island and see if there are any birds around (my mother and I went birding in Nahant a couple of days ago and saw tons of stuff... all manner of fancy ducks and loons), and then we're possibly venturing out to the DeCordova in Lincoln later that day. Yes. Birding and modern art museum. There's probably a special word for the particular dork niche that I occupy, but I can't think of one.
I've got a rant blog that's been conking around in my head for a while now, so when I get a good time to sit down, collect some links and bang it out I will. Should be a good one, as it's been fermenting for ages. The topic will be RantBlog: Why do the Red Sox seem to have about 300 times more high and mid-quality blogs than any other major league team, and possibly any other sports team? I'll try to make it interesting for those of you who aren't into sports or sports blogging (mostly by bashing a lot of other websites, which is always fun for all readers). Just a little something for you lot to be on the lookout for.