Actually, just a day running around downtown Boston, which is surprisingly rare for someone living in Cambridge. I'm a little past feeling like that's too bad. I usually just constate it now.
Fenway park is pretty cool. I was there with A. for this afternoon's game against the Angels. We wandered down into the sun and snagged some seats we had scoped out. It's funny, because it's a relatively normal thing to do, and I'm an adult, but I still felt a bit naughty for it. And therefore, it was better.
The big jolt of the day was realizing that because I turned my VA license into the MA Motor Vehicle Registration to get a local driver's license, I now don't have an ID for the next week and a half. It's like 1932 all over again (this is a clumsy reference to the Prohibition, whose exact dates evade me, the archaeologist)(it's all about culture history)(sort of).
And so I'll listen to Ramble On, because what can be more true to life than departure.
...but now it's time for me to go...
24.4.08
A day at the races
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Fear of going to hell because of not having gone to Boston enough while you're in Cambridge = Hubo-inferno-phobia. Common. Among the visuals of this day you captured a brother. I often wonder what a life of a brother is like. And whether it only seems so desirable because it's (in the present condition of tout nous) unattainable and institutionally undesirable. How I wish that "running to stand still" had something to do with this day you're describing but I guess I am asking for too much!
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