Monday, February 09, 2009

5.43 am

Last night I read nearly half of David Sedaris's Me Talk Pretty One Day. Literary junk food. Uproariously funny. Occasionally the sarcasm becomes wearisome, as in the chapter about performance art and drug use (although it's good to be sarcastic about performance art, I suppose), but oftener than not I'm laughing out loud, whether it's guitar lessons or speech therapy or his vulgar-mouthed younger brother he's writing about.

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The Boston mayor's race is getting crowded. The sixty-something thick-tongued incumbent, Thomas Menino, may run for a fifth term. But there's a moderately progressive former city council president, 39-year-old Michael Flaherty, and an ultraprogressive city councilor at large, thirty-something Sam Yoon, who'll be opposing the mayor. I say good on both of them. Although Menino is still fairly popular and (depending on who you talk to) effective, I'm not sure a twenty-year mayoralty is something desirable for anyone other than the mayor. Menino's immediate predecessor, Ray Flynn, served nearly ten years, and Kevin White, before Flynn, served sixteen. So Boston has had only three mayors since 1967, when Lyndon Johnson was president.

If I were still living within the city limits of Boston, I'd probably vote for Flaherty.

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There was a crane collapse near the beloved Brattle Book Shop. One man was killed. The crane landed in the discount book lot next to the bookstore, the $1 to $5 shelves. Customers were browsing the outdoor shelves at the time (I think), but no one on the ground was injured. A lot of inexpensive books were destroyed, but of course, that's of no consequence compared to the loss of a human life.

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My favorite morning news reporter is back from vacation! Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum! A half-hour ago she wasn't wearing a hat. Now she is.

It's 28 degrees in Boston, a bit of a cooldown after yesterday's relative warmth. It hit fifty but stayed quite breezy, so there was something of a wind chill. The wind made one's eyes water as one was walking from the church to the pharmacy.

But the point is, I don't blame her for putting the hat on.

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I've never met a Methodist I didn't like. (More on this later, maybe.)

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Dentist tomorrow to get a filling "re-done." They never give me enough Novocaine; I always feel the drill. This time, I will be politely emphatic in my request for enough Novocaine.

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Time to start the coffee, methinks.