the food in the pictures from yesterday was from parish cafe on boylston street. its menu is comprised mostly of sandwiches, each one created by a different local and acclaimed chefs.
my brother and i ordered corn cakes to begin. and from there i got the portobello sandwich and well, i can't remember what he got, but i'm pretty sure he liked it.
it was there on saturday afternoon that my brother explained his theory that all females are crazy (i do not disagree) and how a man's tolerance for said crazy is related to her level of attractiveness (though they are not directly proportional because the correlative line curves {or something like that...remember it's been a really long time since i've taken a math class--i don't remember how to talk about it all}).
that top line reads: meg's uncertainty zone. from there connor's broken the chart into three sections: (1) too crazy (2) good and (3) marry now (or as he said, lock it down). i do think my brother has overestimated my level of crazy, but live and let live...who knows, maybe he's right.
my christmas gift to my brother (and to myself...just a little bit).
in ahhh music
just two days before this last christmas my family collected in new york where we spent our first night at the new leaf cafe (arguably, my favorite place in all of the city). there we talked and drank and ate and somewhere in the conversation i mentioned this indie band from seattle i had taken a liking to and my brother said something along the lines of oh yeah, i've heard them. i really like them.
that night when i got home inspiration struck. i looked up tour dates, found a concert in boston (where my brother now lives, and where i had yet to visit him) and booked us two tickets.
(there are times when procrastination pays).
on christmas morning i passed him the gift, which he unraveled to the tune of: who are these people?
me: but we just talked about them two days ago. you said you liked them.
him: oh. did i?
such is life. the good news is that the thought was not lost and in two months time i'd take a trip up north for a little quality time.
on this saturday night we hopped in cab to the paradise rock club and stood in line where we were met by the smell of herbal such-and-suchs and a group of people far grungier than ourselves.
i could have cared less. the whole thing was bliss. and my brother having boned up on his the head and the heart knowledge since december was well prepared.
there's nothing like live music is there? the communion between artist and audience. the feel of the drums in the body. the dimensions and layering that few recordings can really illuminate.
they were so good.
they were so, so good.
in this age of over-processed music where artists can rarely match what we hear on their cds--they were brilliant.
when they finished their set my brother turned to me and said: yeah, that was a good christmas gift.
(my brother wouldn't let me take a full video of the band, but in this age of instant media, i pulled one off of youtube from the very night we were there. and since it's connor's favorite song...)
ps: when we were leaving i totally recognized two members of the band just outside the door and in a moment of rare (really rare) social prowess i turned to them and told them just how brilliant we thought they were. and since we were a little star-struck (and crushing on just about every member of the band) just getting to talk to them for a moment was surreal. it was only later that we kicked ourselves for missing out on the photo opportunity. oh well, next time.
if you can get yourselves to a head and the heart concert do it. by all means. run to one.
and my favorite song? rivers and roads. heaven. absolute heaven.
weekend in boston.
i apologize for the dearth of posting around here. i've hit the winter-has-gone-on-far-too-long-funk.
that's it.
that's the whole of the explanation i can offer up.
but this weekend i've been in boston visiting my brother and attempting to overcome the winter blues. and i must say what a difference it has made...it certainly doesn't hurt that we saw a brilliant concert by my personal favorite, the head and the heart and then drove to new hampshire sunday morning for a day of skiing.
my camera powered off about two minutes into sunday, but for now i'll leave you with these.
i've been thinking a lot about this lately...
in quotes
all changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another
anatole frances
intelligence. mine ended long before the download.
does anyone remember the ill-fated honesty box on facebook?
it was one of those silly and absurd applications that sounds oh-so-intriguing at the time.
people could "deposit" little notes in your box about what they really thought of you.
tickled by the premise, i posted it to my profile: fantastic, bring it on!
oh, dear. i should have known.
and that's when it happened. someone left a little note saying something along the lines of: just because you're prettier than everyone else doesn't make you better.
awesome.
and because the honesty box was really classy, you could actually respond.
so i accessed my inner-snark and wrote back: if you knew me at all, you'd know that i don't think i'm better than people because of what i look like, but because i'm smarter than everyone else.
yes, the high-road. obvs.
(i know, i know. not. my finest hour. and yet...not a response i regret).
my honesty box stayed around just long enough for someone to say something cruel enough that i left facebook all together for a time.
i don't know if the honesty box still even exists. or if its been relegated to the same place that all those facebook-stalker-revealer-applications eventually end up. because let's be honest--no one wants a facebook application that will let us see who's been viewing our page--(aka: lets others know we've been viewing their page. a lot. too much. way too. much, even).
coming across the above image reminded me of the story.
and because it's late and i'm tired and why not? i thought i'd share.