Month: September 2024

Two icons of a bygone era, both victims of corporate America. The Custom House is now a Marriott, and Durgin-Park was run into the ground and closed in 2019 by corporate ownership that represented only 12 of the 190 years it had been open.

We visited the Museum of Science on this rainy Thursday, where we saw a Boston Dynamics Spot dog-like robot doing its thing.

We took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Wang Theater in Boston today. We heard some history, and got to see a bunch of places the general public doesn’t typically get a look at: everything backstage, of course. But also the Dress Circle seats, which are reserved at this theater for major donors. It’s a more intimate space in the largest of Boston’s major theaters, but I have to say the sight lines aren’t great.

In today’s bonus photo, I show you the ropes.

We visited the harbor seals outside the New England Aquarium today. Challenging lighting conditions, but here is one posing for us, framed by my shadow on the glass.

We’re back downtown for a re-do of our week in Boston, after Lis’s misfortune in June. Here’s a view from our apartment’s window.

My company’s Boston office is moving, and today was my last day in the old building. I will miss it: lovely spacious modern office, quite convenient location, tenant amenities to spoil us. But just too much square footage for the dozen or so of us who come in regularly.

As these things go, the new space isn’t ready yet so I will be work from home for up to a couple months starting tomorrow.

I guess it never crossed my mind before now that lobsters can be left-handed.

The mural on the side of the weird-looking vent building in Dewey Square is in the process of being replaced. I cannot even imagine the kind of planning that goes into this sort of thing.

This is the chicken who lives on my desk. She was part of the gag birthday gifts from my coworkers when I turned 40. (I have no idea why she’s holding a golden egg / football.) We’re moving offices, and I think she’ll fit into one of the boxes, as packing material if nothing else, and continue to be a quirky co-occupant of my space in the new office.