Hurricane Noel and the Red Sox
The remnants of Hurricane Noel are blowing through Cambridge, shaking the last of the leaves from the trees. Right now the rain feels cold and hard, and I can’t wait until after the Hurricane comes through and the warm tropical air takes over.
I’m deeply sorry for not having written a blog post for so long. It’s not that I haven’t been writing; I’ve actually been editing several scientific manuscripts I’m quite excited about. The problem of course, is that most of my friends won’t ever read my scientific writing, so it’s like it sort of doesn’t exist outside academia. Also, science writing is by definition incremental and limited, so different from a well-crafted essay.
Speaking of hurricanes, it felt like one hit the city, with all the excitement over the Red Sox. I kind of found the excitement fun and sweet, and ended up arguing with some leftist intellectuals at Harvard who seem to feel that if a lot of people like something it must be suspect. I can’t say I’m a huge baseball fan, but I like how it unifies people. I watched part of the games from in front of Cardullo’s, a store in Harvard Square that leaves a TV on in their window. The sidewalk become a cool mix of homeless folks, local Bostonians, cops, and Harvard profs, all hanging out and watching the game. It is, in truth, one of the more socioeconomically integrated spaces in Cambridge, a town that is often anything but integrated.
