Danny Hillis, Jeffrey Epstein, and the Failure of the Media
I know, I know. I said I would stop writing about this. But I have a couple of updates to share.
I know, I know. I said I would stop writing about this. But I have a couple of updates to share.
Like most Bostonians when he was mayor, I met Tom Menino a couple of times. (This isn’t an exaggeration. I saw a poll or something the last time he ran for re-election that said that over fifty percent of Bostonians had met Menino personally). He seemed affable, and his complete inability to do competent public speaking was strangely charming.
I don’t have any personal animus, is what I’m saying. People revere Menino largely because he seemed like a good guy. Which may be true. But he wasn’t good for Boston, and I think it’s really important to acknowledge this lest a present or future mayor repeat his mistakes.
The mayor of Boston, whoever they are, always faces a difficult choice: do you serve the people who live and vote in the city, or do you serve the people who use the city for work and entertainment?
Obviously the mayor needs to take the needs of the suburbanites who use the city into account, but their top priority should be the residents of the city who voted for them, and when the interests of residents and non-residents are different, the mayor should side with residents.
Sadly, this hasn’t really ever been the case since I’ve lived in Boston. St. Thomas of Menino was primarily interested in serving real estate developers, which is why the soulless, sterile Seaport is Menino’s baby and also probably why he illegally shredded a bunch of his official records before he left office.
I was an early adopter of Sirius XM Radio, back when you had to buy a special little box to play through the FM radio in your car. I discovered a lot of cool music in the early 2000s by listening to it, and I’ve subscribed a few times since then.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about which albums I return to again and again as full albums. Since streaming has made it trivially easy to only listen to songs you like, I think many of us listen to playlists rather than albums. I do listen to albums I’ve bought on Bandcamp as full albums, but otherwise, I mostly listen to Sirius radio or playlists.
But there are some albums I like to listen to in their complete form. So I thought I’d share them with you not to show how cool I am (I mean, sure, that too) , but also because I’m always interested in music recommendations from real people, so maybe you will be too.
Hey, so I’ve noticed that the definition of “one-hit wonder” seems to be shifting a little bit. Or maybe I’ve just misunderstood it all along. So I wanted to take a minute to address this crucially important issue.
I saw Supergirl during the last heat wave. (So like, 2 weeks ago?). I knew it didn’t do well with critics and that the box office had been underwhelming by blockbuster movie standards, but I liked it a lot.
I was as surprised as you that I got an invite! Here’s what happened: on arrival, we were ushered into what looked like a fairly traditional wedding chapel that had been custom built inside Madison Square Garden.
Today’s the third day of the heat emergency in Boston. It’s supposed to hit 96 today with a dewpoint of 70 degrees, which equates to: miserably hot.
Back in 2013, my elder daughter was in the improv group in her high school. The co-captain of the improv team was a girl named Ayo Edebiri.
So I’ve seen Ayo Edebiri perform live on stage many times, though, before Sunday, it was only in high school improv shows. I joked before we went to see Proof that the fact that we’d seen her in so many high school improv shows surely meant that Ayo should comp us some tickets to her broadway debut.
(I should point out that she and my daughter were friendly but not close, and I think Ms. Edebiri could probably pick my daughter out in a crowd but certainly not me or my wife.)
Anyway, so we were excited to see Proof, and I knew very little about it except that Ayo (because we’re all on a parasocial first name basis with her in our house) and Don Cheadle were in it.