As the weather grows warmer, Bostonist often finds ourselves rather damp after riding to work on our bicycle, as the unique pleasure of bicycle commuting can be marred by the sweaty condition of our clothes and body upon arrival. This is especially problematic if Bostonist is, on that particular morning, burdened with the insane tragedy of the Nine O’Clock Meeting. To combat this problem, we have taken to carrying our work clothes in our bag...
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Last night Bostonist found ourselves at the Massachusetts College of Art Senior Show, an art opening featuring pieces from graduating seniors. The idea of spending a few hours in a room with a group of undergraduate art students had us a bit apprehensive, but we were a bit disappointed by the distinct lack of existential angst emanating from those present. In general, the crowd consisted of very nice students who seemed entirely relieved to be done with it all. By far, the most dramatic figures at the show were the professors.
No one likes bike-related head injuries less than Bostonist. Last fall we had an unfortunate run-in with the unused trolley tracks on Centre Street in Jamaica Plain. Riding at a too-shallow angle to the tracks, our front tire jammed in the groove and we were rudely and rapidly sent over the handlebars and onto our head. Banged up but generally intact, we were helped to our feet by kindly passersby, and, after a brief self-inspection, got back on our bicycle and continued on our way. Almost immediately, however, it became clear that we did not know our destination, our current location, our place of employment, or for that matter, anything else.
