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Bostonist just left the 2007 Boston Music Awards, and while we'll have ruminations on the awards ceremony for your Sunday reading pleasure, you can find below the crop of winners from the 20th anniversary ceremony, presented here in chronological order: Outstanding Funk/Jam Band of the Year: Westbound Train Outstanding Blues/Soul Act of the Year: Eli "Paperboy" Reed & the True Loves Outstanding DJ/Dance Act of the Year: DJ BC Outstanding Rock Band of the Year:...

If what they say is true, and Curt Schilling truly pitched his last game as a member of the Boston Red Sox last night... Let there be no mistake. The dividing line between the Sox' Era of Perpetual Failure and the current Golden Years can easily be geotagged; it's somewhere between Theo Epstein's Thanksgiving dinner in Arizona and the first time Curt posted on the SOSH message board. Somewhere in that stretch, the Red Sox...

--A deadly car crash happened early this morning on Blue Hill Avenue. One person died, and three people, including a child and a baby, went to the hospital in critical condition. The baby was in a car seat, but it was thrown from the car. Road rage allegedly caused the crash, and police have arrested 28-year-old Jason Bailey. He is being charged with "Leaving the Scene Personal Injury, Leaving Scene resulting in One Death, Operating...

Web 2.0 has been established as a way of life for many users of the vast network of tubes internets. From social networking sites, wikis, to tools of collaborative authoring, the web has become a different beast than it once was. Perhaps a better web than it once was. Personal relationships in that thing called "real life" or unwired relationships are touched by email, MySpace, Flickr, instant messaging, among others. So what happens when you're crossed by a lover? You get dumped, or need to dump someone? Or the break-up has happened and you need to implement a necessary no-contact period?

Bostonist went down to one of our favorite haunts to meet up with a couple of friends. You may know some of them; others were in from out of town. We got the announcement then that within 24 hours there would be at least one Somerville apartment whose living room would contain a stack of Somerville Madonna 2007 Calendars ready for delivery. Yeah, you read right. Somerville Madonna Calendars - and postcards, greeting cards, and magnets. All of it just in time for all your Christmas gifting needs.

Much to the dismay of those hoping to keep up with non-fatal shootings, non-fatal stabbings, and bachelorette parties "gone wrong," BPD News, the Boston police department's online blotter, has fallen prey to individuals who claim to be Turkish hackers. "hacked by metlak / Ownz here / F*&k papa." originally replaced the site's content. Metlak, is that meant to be an insult of Big Papi? Metlak and company have left their fingerprints on Massachusetts news websites...

Bostonist already mentioned to you that the Diabolical Biz Markie will be playing at Axis this evening, but damn, we really need to exhort you to go. Part of it is that people need to realize that the Biz is so much more than just "Just a Friend." He's given the world many other hip hop hits, among which we must mention "The Vapors," the whimsical (but so true) "Pickin' Boogers," and "Nobody Beats the Biz," which is meta-awesome for having a refrain that was inspired by a TV commercial, which was inspired by a musical, which was inspired by the Wizard of Oz. Also, as hip hop ages, it's harder and harder to see some of the early greats on stage, so when one comes to town, everyone with sense ought to jump.

During the off-season, Fenway Park underwent some drastic changes, including the removal of the glass from the .406 Club and the creation of the EMC Club, as well as the Home Plate Pavilion just above it. Last night, Bostonist had the good fortune to sit in the new EMC Club, for the first home game against the Yankees, no less, and we thought we'd gloat share. We arrived early enough to take in what might...

The last helping of gefilte fish and horseradish has been consumed; three boxes of Peeps lay empty on the floor; by the time the alarm goes off tomorrow morning a battle will have been reenacted on the Lexington green – So we’re thinking about tomorrow and where we’ll be. We know that not everyone enjoys the benefits of a state holiday so some folks will actually be working as thousands travel the 26.2 from Hopkinton to Boston. We know, from experience, that Marathon Monday can be a good use of a vacation day. How will Bostonist watch the marathon? Read on…

When our friend from N.Y.C. visited a few weeks ago, she told us about a shocking problem that plagues Manhattan every spring season: a lack of Cadbury Creme Eggs. Now, we scoffed at our friend and told her she must be mistaken, especially since the Creme Egg is synonomous with Easter nowadays. But she insisted that she has her cousin in the Midwest ship them out to her so she too can celebrate with an Egg here and there. Bostonist forgot all about this Creme Egg problem until we read our snark of the day over at Gawker and saw that a reader wrote them looking for answers about the disappearing Cadbury Creme Eggs:

Bostonist spent a long weekend with our friends at Seattlest in their fair city. It was our first trip out to the Pacific Northwest’s very own city of neighborhoods. We were looking for similarities with Boston when we were there. The obvious similarity hangs high above their downtown: we’ve got the Citgo Sign, they’ve got the Pepsi Sign. Unlike our Citgo, their Pepsi changes the neon every time the Pepsi logo changes, we were told it’s not always big neon. We took in the sights and hopped on the Monorail. Ok, we didn’t. And just when we thought the T was bad we learn that the two historic cement tracks tracing a short length from Seattle Center to the heart of Downtown haven’t been carrying the monorail since they met collided at the “pinch point.” Progress has since been hampered on the monorail expansion project.

Saturday was the third anniversary of the war in Iraq and was marked, as you might expect, by marches and vigils in the more liberal corners of our liberal Commonwealth. Today, the Globe reports that "a small but crucial number" of Guantanamo detainees - many of whom have been there since before the Iraq war began, make up a "hard-core group of firebrands" who have "called down the wrath of God on U.S. officials." And on Friday, Bostonist heard a story on NPR about how the U.S. is being forced to defend its treatment of the Guantanamo detainees, including force-feeding them to keep them alive.

Bostonist is moving into a new office. We’re not changing jobs, but the building we’re in is soon to be inhabited by other tenants and we’ll be moving across the street into newly renovated space. Fortunately, we aren’t without input. We have had the opportunity to help select the furniture and configuration of the new space. This – deep breath – will be our first cubicle experience. Good fortune has thus far landed Bostonist in actual rooms with both a door and window. We’re soon to be the proud new tenant of a cube. But wait, we’re not supposed to call it a cubicle. There are too many negative connotations to that term. The office furniture industry has begun calling the modular cloth-covered walls “Systems Furniture.” After the two month process of 15 minute meetings now and again to approve steps along the way we have fully accepted the phrase. That is until today. The last in our series of meetings held today to cross the Ts and dot the Is. To our surprise and horror the euphemism had been dropped, systems furniture had reverted to cubicle in the lexicon. The one term we thought to be the remaining euphemism in the discussion was Task Chair. As we have been before, we may have been too quick with the assumption. A Task Chair is not a clever disguise but merely a chair with wheels. Maybe it's time to go to see the “Task Shoe Derby” girls.

Bostonist was feeling a little down this morning: We were up very late last night doing work and didn't get enough sleep. Then when we woke up, we remembered that Mrs. Bostonist was going away to a conference over the weekend, leaving us sad and alone. Then we went outside to ride our bicycle to work and it was cold, and we had not had any coffee, and we had forgotten to charge up our iPod so that the dulcet sounds of early 90s hip-hop could distract us from our malaise, and we generally felt crappy.

Temperatures below freezing for a week shouldn’t be something surprising for a New England February, but it seems to have gotten Bostonist stuck in the doldrums. Our emails and IM conversations have been lackluster today and we needed something to make us feel better. We offer this simple Google search to liven your day: Unfortunately.

Owing to our general stinginess, our frequent use of a bicycle, and the fact that having a small child means we don't often find ourselves out of the house after the T stops running, (this) Bostonist doesn't take taxis very much anymore. On Saturday night, however, we had occasion to do so and were reminded that we love cabbies because they say interesting things at unexpected moments, frequently with cool accents.

One thing Bostonist needs more of is money - with $130,000 in law school debt and a day job that, while we love it, doesn't pay as well as we'd like (stupid public sector!), we're always looking for ways to make a quick buck. As luck would have it, we've also always been something of an insomniac. We're forever filled with envy by people who fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, and can't help but wonder "why not us?" And living in the center of a bustling city just doesn't help - the jackhammers, delivery trucks with that annoying back-up beeping, and constant buzzing sound just outside our window aren't nearly as soothing as quietude of our Western Mass. childhood. So when we saw an ad on Craigslist for one of those ubiquitous sleep studies, we were quick to call for details. For $200 a night, all we would have to do was ingest a trial sleep drug, stay at a quiet sleep center in beautiful Newton for 10 hours, have a few electrodes attached to our head, and try not to mind the camera that would be just above our head all night. Get paid to take drugs, sleep in someone else's bed, and not have to put out, all while getting to be on TV? Bostonist was ready to get on board.

With the holidays behind us and the doldrums of winter officially underway (to say nothing of the dreaded return to the workaday life), now is a time when the seasonal affective disorder can set in kinda hard. So let Bostonist forestall that sorry fate, if only for a little while, by regaling you with the tale of the how our Russian Jewish immigrant family celebrates the birth of Christ: This year, December 25 marked two...

Well, Christmas is behind us (unless you are a serious twelve-days celebrator or from a country or culture that puts more emphasis on Kings Day (is that how you say it in English? Bostonist knows it as Día de Reyes from our days as BuenosAiresist)). (Also, if (like this Bostonist) you're not Christian, Christmas is, technically, behind you, but you don't care at all.) Now the portion of the year begins where cold weather progressively...

The other day, Bostonist was walking with a friend, discussing Thanksgiving plans. Bostonist said we expected forty or fifty people at our mother’s house. Our friend’s jaw dropped to the ground.

We just adore English translations on the many packages of Asian products. Since our fair city sorely lacks stores that carry such sincere messaging, Bostonist decided to take what we could get locally and indulge in a little epidermal action at Skin Care Adventure in Chinatown.

Craigslist continues to provide bostonist with a wealth of Christmas lights, comfy chairs and assorted junk. It also serves to find apartments, jobs, and some very unique groups. Recently this post was spied on the list: