Upon realizing that large chunks of Boston neighborhoods were left unmapped by Google Street View, Bostonist e-mailed Google HQ to find out why. We received a fairly standard response that the neglected areas would be mapped soon:
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A phalanx of U-Haul vans driven by college students has descended upon the city. Eventually, one of these vans will get stuck under an overpass on Storrow Drive. That's when you know fall is here. So Bostonist's writers have compiled a list of tips so both students and year-round residents can learn to coexist. 1. If you plan on attending the Sox game on Labor Day weekend, brace yourself. Some nitwit set up the schedule...
So Bostonist was intrigued to see the article in Slate this morning in which Tyler Cowen proposes that there's nothing that special about indie bookstores apart from their customer service and cozy atmosphere. (Um, duh?) Cowen is an econ professor and thereby most likely does not have feelings, so we have to take his “I'm-a-capitalist-hear-me-roar” piece with a grain of salt, but he comes uncomfortably close to the nail's head when he points out that indie bookstores are just as profit-driven (and sometimes cutthroat) as their superstore neighbors. Harvard Book Store, after all, has the Frequent Buyer Card, which fits nicely in your wallet next to your CVS card, Stop&Shop card, and other mass consumer cards. And Brookline Booksmith is giving away a plasma tv at an author event this week, albeit due to a publisher's mandate. Perhaps Cowen is right, and even indie bookstores are shamelessly out for your money, or perhaps these poor noble enterprises are just trying to survive. Either way, perhaps you should take your halo down a notch when you walk into an indie.
The Red Sox are facing the Yankees tonight for the first time in this 2006 season and of course there is the usual hype. (See the Herald's tribute on the left. Please note unfriendly photo of Mrs. Damon.) But tonight's game has nothing to really do with baseball itself, but what the spectators will do when Johnny “I’m an Idiot” Damon steps to the plate for the first time as a Yankee. Since joining the...
So Bostonist was sitting on a stoop on Newbury Street yesterday afternoon, waiting for some coworkers who foolishly thought they could get to Upper Crust from Government Center faster on the T than we could on our bike. As we soaked in the sun and enjoyed the parade of shopping-bag-laden, wealthy foreigners, we had the additional pleasure of witnessing a drama with three distinctly Bostonian elements: Parking, profanity, and difficult race relations. Allow us to...
So Bostonist has never claimed to be the most intellectual of the bunch, especially when it comes to television. We’ve been tuning in these past couple weeks to Fox’s harshest reality television show (no, not Skating With Celebrities) to see just how mean the judges on American Idol can get. As we’ve seen in the last few seasons of this spinoff of the British show, Pop Idol, the best part of Idol is the...
When Bostonist thinks of legendary bands from the U.K., Newcastle doesn’t immediately spring to mind as a hotbed of activity. Oh sure, the town produced Eric Burdon and the Animals, but it wasn’t really a player in the post-punk heyday of the early 1980s. So perhaps its no surprise that none of the hot new British bands to emerge in the past several years hailed from Newcastle. Until about a year ago that is, when Maxïmo Park hit the scene.
When her fancy vacation home is featured in the New York Times, and she's pilloried on Slate.com for having the gumption to show off that home, of course. Susan Orlean, New Yorker regular and a Boston resident since 1982 (and former Globe and Phoenix staffer), lately had her upstate New York weekend pad featured in the Times's impossibly bourgie "House Proud" section (in which people much richer than Bostonist demurely share details about their palatial abodes). OK, whatever - a Boston writer had the good fortune to gain wide acclaim (bringing considerable riches, we imagine) and marry a rich guy to boot - big deal. This would have eluded our notice were it not for the fact that Timothy Noah at Slate thinks there is something terribly untoward about journalists (even softer-side-of, human-interest-book-writin' journalists) showing off their riches.
For once, Governor Romney has a squabble with the legislature that appears not to be motivated by presidential posturing: Yesterday he proposed amendments to "Melanie's Law," the much-discussed legislation that might (or might not) impose stiffer sentences for repeat drunk drivers and for people who refuse to take a breathalyzer test. One central issue underlying what has become a major debate (not just between Mitt and lawmakers, but among the the lawmakers themselves) is a provision that would allow prosecutors to prove that a person is a repeat offender by introducing court records, instead of calling a police officer or records clerk to testify that the person was convicted before. Proponents say this is just a common-sense way to remove a needless, cumbersome procedural step that lets repeat offenders get off easy when their prior convictions are really old. Opponents (some of whom, the proponents hasten to point out, are lawyers who defend drunk drivers) say it might be unconstitutional. So what gives?
While Americans are always searching for the biggest of everything, from super-sized meals to SUVs, Bostonist has come to appreciate the little things in life (perhaps that’s what happens when you start living in a tiny apartment). This way of thinking has led Bostonist to appreciate the smallest watering hole in the city, aptly named The Littlest Bar. On St. Patty's day, we told you all to hit up this Irish pub since it's one of our favorites. Located in Downtown Crossing on Province Street, this bar truly is tiny, with a maximum capacity of 38 patrons, and has been serving drinks for 60 years. So Bostonist was very sad to read in the Globe this morning that it'll be closing its doors forever. The Abbey Group, a real estate developer who revitalized the Landmark Center in Fenway, will be taking over the pub’s space to build 150 condominiums; the bar will most likely be closed by this December. According to the Globe article, the Abbey Group claims they might be “preserving some semblance of The Littlest Bar." (We aren't going to hold our breath on this one.) Since the place opens at 8:30am and stays open until 1:30am, there is plenty of time to stop in and pay your respects.
Well, it's official. "Boston Rob," as CBS execs like to call him, got hitched to fellow Survivor castaway, Amber, in a two-hour mind-numbing adventure cleverly titled, "Rob and Amber Get Married." Bostonist was not planning its night to include this wedding show fiasco, but perhaps it was the Nor'easter or the high one gets off watching American Idol (with only two contestants left! Can you stand it?!), which caused a temporary lapse in judgement. Not much good can be said about the Canton-bred boy, Rob, and his wedding planning with Amber. His focus was on two things: the wedding food, which he demanded surf and turf (much to the horror of the wedding planner), and getting their Florida home furnished and decorated a la Rob-style with the help of his construction buddies (obviously the house was a surprise for Amber! Duh!) Bostonist did find delight in a few things in the special. After purchasing a huge Red Sox painting (also a surprise of course) for Rob, she heads to a store on Salem Street, telling the man behind the counter that she'd like the painting shipped down to Sox Spring Training by tomorrow. The North End resident's look of "are you kidding me, lady?" was classic. It was also amusing to see Sox players pass her by as she pleaded for them to sign the painting. Big Papi was having none of that.
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