Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The redcoats are coming!

Well, the redcoats were coming, but they got distracted by Chinatown. Appropriate really. This particular gate is conveniently located right next to the Boston bus stop, a portal to a steaming plate of dim sim.

Uh huh... Rock gets up close and personal with the local wildlife. Which is really the kind of thing best confined to that paddock behind Ag Hort.

The cool thing about Boston is there's history at every turn. The cool thing about this blog is you can hit the back button when the captions go downhill. That was your queue folks.

There's a lot of churches in Boston. In fact, it's a wonder they actually managed to spot those fabled latterns at all. One lattern or two? Uhm ok, but which steeple was it again?


Give me liberty or give me lobster! Mei puts Paul Revere's night ride to shame as she spots a steamed lobster in the distance.

This is where Patriots forged the foundations of this nation, long before they forged the foundations of the greatest choke in history when they blew the chance to go 17-0 and lift the Superbowl undefeated.



Come on chief. It's not that hard. You see that red line on the ground? It's called the Freedom Trail. All you have to do is put one foot in front of another and eventually you'll end up at Guantanamo Bay. Freedom mate, ya can't beat it.


Stand back ye! Don't make me remind you what I did to the last shipment from your part of the world. That's right honey, try the bottom of the harbor!


Ye shall raise one Starbucks if they approach by land, and two if they come by sea!


You did say they're coming by sea didn't you? Sorry mate, the line at Dunkin Donuts was pretty long eh. I think I missed the signal. Hey, have you tried those new hash browns? Pretty good eh? Now, where were we with those redcoats?

Somehow I don't think using Starbucks Iced Tea is an authentic recreation of the Boston Tea Party.

Veritas! Need I say more? Well actually yeah, you do, given your readership base is probably using Harvard Crimson to keep a steaming heap of Fishtown chips warm.

Harvard Business School. What other business school claim such financial luminaries as John Thain (Merrill Lynch, -$58.1 billion) and Richard Wagoner (GM, -$82 billion). No wonder they say a Harvard MBA puts you in a class of your own.

But by golly they have a nice campus. Must be nice to kick up the feet in front of the roaring fire in the great hall on a cold Boston day with some fellow alumni and swap war stories from out there in the real world. "I tell ya Dick, bit of a stressful day today. The golf club mixed up my booking and I had to wait 15 minutes for my tee time! Can you believe it? Do they know who I am? And to top it all off, they tell me I can't take the Jetstream to Maui tomorrow! Something about some kind of crisis or something? But at least things got better from there. The CFO tells me we only lost like 40 billion this quarter, so the ol' bonus should be in the bank. But don't let me bore you with my life, how much did you lose?"

Don't let the sunnies fool you - they're there to keep the biting frigid wind from freezing your eyeballs in their sockets.

Don't let this caption fool you - it doens't actually say anything.

Alan Shore! Now let me just craft a perfectly timed closing argument that will sway the jury to its implausible conclusion, so that I can go and kick back on the balcony and share a scotch and a flamingo suit with Captain Kirk.


Hey, where can I get the collector's edition White Light Sabre?

See what I mean about the churches?

Top of the Pru. This is the one time Rock can actually look down on MIT. Hur hur hur.

Fenway Park. Home of the World Champion Red Sox. Funny how the world only extends as far as you can drive your Hummer.


The churches versus Dunkin Donuts count is running neck and neck.

Beacon Hill, one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the country. John Hancock lived here. So did Robert Frost. Apparently John Kerry does too. Sometimes. He's still deciding.