Red Sox Victory Rally

The parade started right outside the Boston Arts Academy. Good energy in Beantown.

Archbishop Desmond Tutu

Archbishop Desmond Tutu visited the Boston Arts Academy this morning. I grabbed a school camera and attended the event. He's a very charismatic and engaging person. A student asked him to describe his life in one word and he answered with "fun." Archbishop Tutu also gave an empowering talk to black students and reminded them that their ancestors survived the atrocities of slavery. The students were born of survivors. His last comment was funny. Archbishop Tutu said is was easy to win a Nobel Peace prize and a person only needed three things: a large nose, a funny name like Tutu, and sexy legs. The man enjoys a good laugh. He was accompanied by Justice Richard Goldstone, a famous South African judge. I stood right next to Tutu as he was leaving. Carlos, a Spanish teacher, got me on video with him.

The yelling has begun outside my window. The Red Sox fans are geared up for the parade. I'll post more pictures later.

A Spartan in Salem

The Brazilian has been eagerly anticipating Halloween. Inexplicably drawn to Salem, Massachusetts, the Brazilian has been awaiting that special night he can walk amongst his kind dressed as his favorite character, Spartan King Leonidas, from the film 300. Fierce cries of "This is Sparta!" greeted him as the Brazilian proudly walked through the cobbled streets last night. He was stopped numerous times for pictures and salutations. I was uncomfortable with the attention and deflected it by taking pictures, keeping a few paces away, and stuffing my face. Maybe one day, I will find my own 'kind.' Until that day, please enjoy these pictures of the Brazilian with his fellow costumed night crawlers.

The San Francisco Treat

Vincent DeDonmenico, the co-inventor of Rice-A-Roni, died at the age of 92. A true Italian American, he kept working until the day before he died. Chicken flavored Rice-A-Roni was a staple at the Larson table. We ate it consistently throughout my childhood. Throw in a can of string beans, kernel corn, and overcooked meat (fish, pork, chicken - it all tasted the same) and Viola! - the typical Larson dinner. God, I miss my mother's dry meals. Though Rice-A-Roni was usually the moistest food at the table (except on lasanga nights) you never had to worry about parasites or Trichinosis. Though Vincent DeDomenico was Sicilian and someone my Grandmother would have called a "Blackhand," I salute him and his chicken flavored masterpiece.

RICE, WHEAT FLOUR, SALT, SUGAR, AUTOLYZED YEAST EXTRACT*, HYDROLYZED (SOY PROTEIN AND CORN GLUTEN), ONIONS*, MONOSODIUM GLUTAMATE, NATURAL FLAVORS, PARSLEY*, GARLIC*, CHICKEN BROTH*, CHICKEN FAT, TURMERIC, NIACIN, DISODIUM GUANYLATE, DISODIUM INOSINATE, FERRIC ORTHOPHOSPHATE, FERROUS SULFATE, THIAMIN MONONITRATE, TURMERIC EXTRACT, FOLIC ACID, RIBOFLAVIN. *DRIED. CONTAINS WHEAT AND SOY INGREDIENTS.

The Podiatrist's Prescription for Pain Relief!

I had a 7:30 am appointment this morning in Somerville with an Orthopedic Specialist recommended by my twin brother. This same doctor had removed my twin brother's knee spur a few years earlier. I woke up early and set out to Somerville anticipating an early arrival. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I had to call my twin brother for directions because for the life of me I couldn't find Beech St. I don't know why I couldn't find it since it's conveniently located in the middle of Porter Square Shaw's parking lot. I arrived 15 minutes late. Even though I checked in before a stooped over Medicaid recipient in a plaid jacket, I had to wait while Stoopy walked to the head of the line. Receptionists are just petty people. When the doctor came in and asked me what was wrong with my foot, I stated that it hurt and that he (the Doctor) needed to cut off my heel spur. Well, that was the wrong answer because 80% of the population have heel spurs. What's the answer? Arch supports. I haven't run in a month because I thought my heel spur would keep growing and pop out of my foot like the alien from John's Hurt stomach in Spaceballs. "Water? Water my ass!" So I finally laced up my Asics Katanos again and went for a 3 mile run. God save the Queen, Stoopy, and my arch supports.

I want this dog!

It looks like a senile dachshund/chinese crested/skinned chinchilla hybrid. Me likey!

Retrieved!

I deleted my blog a couple months back. My friend, Kathleen, recently told me she missed reading my blog. Though I am sure she was just being polite, I started to think that maybe I should start writing since my boyfriend (I shall now refer to him as the Brazilian because we broke up two days ago and because giving them names gives them meaning) repeatedly encouraged me to find an outlet for my "wit." Every time I opened my mouth and hurled disparaging but wise quips toward humankind, the Brazilian would suggest an outlet or straight up marital arts devotion. I'm a little old to go in search of my Mr. Miyagi. I searched Blogger Google Groups for a way to retrieve my deleted blog. Most posts lamented of the shabby state of Blogger tech support. I found one email address and decided to give it a try. In less than three hours, my blog was back up. Thank you, Danish! I love me some Blogger tech support. I have one cheap bottle of Trader Joe's Merlot, the autumn colors are beautiful, I received a pic message of my sweet niece this morning, Heroes is on in twenty minutes, and I am minus one Brazilian. Life is good.