The only thing I’ve lost on public transit to date was my notebook/sketchbook/scrapbook/journal that I left on a red line train after entering at Davis Square c. 2002-3. Oh, that and my Swatch watch c. 2006, but on the green line.
I just tried City Bakery’s hot chocolate for the first time last month. It was out-of-this-world good. So-sweet-and-decadent-I-couldn’t-finish-it good. I just checked out the flavors for this month’s festival, and DAMN they sound good (malted milk hot chocolate? banana peel hot chocolate? ginger hot chocolate? earl grey hot chocolate? yes, yes, yes and hells yes). My advice, bring a friend to share, and check out Ian’s iCal of flavors:
Today marks the start of City Bakery’s 17th Annual Hot Chocolate Festival, which runs throughout the month. Fearing that I would miss my favorites again this year (cinnamon, bourbon, and lemon), I created an iCal filled with the days’ flavors. They’re kicking off the month, and SuperBowl Sunday, with beer hot chocolate! Take a peek or subscribe!
“There is no part of yourself that you leave behind. You can’t remove any part of yourself. You can only manage the different parts of yourself. There’s a car. It’s filled with people. The 12-year old kid’s in the back, so is the 22-year old, so is the 40-year old guy that likes to screw up, so is the 30-year old guy who wants to get his hands on the wheel and puts the pedal to the metal and drive you into a tree. All these people are in the car. That’s ok, that’s never gonna change. Nobody’s leaving. The doors are shut locked and sealed until you go into your box. But, who’s driving makes a really big difference.”—Bruce Springsteen (via soupsoup)
“But there’s a wide range of definitions of “home” among Americans who have lived in at least one place besides their original hometown: 26% say it’s where they were born or raised; 22% say it’s where they live now; 18% say it’s where they have lived the longest; 15% say it’s where their family comes from; and 4% say it’s where they went to high school.”—
Pew Research Study on Movers and Stayers via modcult
(they didn’t ask how many people think it’s where the heart is)
After seeing “Once” um, more than once, I thought this was one of the sweetest love stories: movie loosely based on a theme, mostly improvised and ad libbed around a few songs, actors fall in love in real life during filming, we see it all on screen, blah blah. Then I found out that Glen Hansard, 37 (then, when Marketa was 19), was married when they met. Now they broke up. Circle of life/love?