Massachusetts property crisis

Crystal posts a link to a Boston Globe story about property prices in Massachusetts. Houses here cost so much because there are too few of them for all the people who have been drawn to Boston because it’s such a great place for great minds to do great things. But that reputation, which has kept Boston competitive all these years, is beginning to buckle under the weight of absurd home prices.

Austin thoughts

We spent a week in the city, staying with the gracious Gavin. Here are some ways in which Austin is a better place than Cambridge/Somerville: People are friendly. Example: We were looking at some new houses, and suddenly found ourselves talking to one of the builders—a native Texan—about how he got into the trade after his time in the military, how they constructed the houses, why they did things the way they did, trade-offs of different kinds of construction, and so on.

Found in Davis Square

So as I walked through Davis Square today, I looked down and noticed a small ziplock bag filled with powder. On closer look, the crystals appeared to be slightly larger than regular sugar, perhaps similar in size to Demerara brown sugar. The color was off-white, with a touch of yellow, maybe the merest hint of brown. The bag was about 6cm by 4cm and packed fairly full. I considered what it might be.

Crystal Evans

Met Crystal in Davis Square. Gave her some spare glove/mittens and a polarfleece hood. The gloves were great, but they made my wrists itch, and the hood just didn’t work for me somehow. We sat in the Someday and chatted. She’s very talkative, and has quite the story to tell.

Ten wallpaper images I’ve transferred to my T68i

The DARPA Total Information Awareness Office logo Bad Badtz-maru The International Rescue logo The Designers Republic Angryman The giant spoon and cherry in Minneapolis The words DON’T PANIC from the front of the Hitchhiker’s Guide The Davis Square cow weathervane The Red Bull logo The Yellow Submarine A set of color TV test bands


This is the Rosebud diner in Davis Square. Diners are something uniquely American, and I find it hard to resist the chance to visit them. There’s something about the whole experience, even if the food’s not that great. Which is not to say that there’s anything wrong with the food at the Rosebud. On the contrary! The only problem with the place is that it’s usually really full at weekends.

Tourette’s Syndrome

Coming home, I was sat next to the guy with Tourette’s Syndrome. At least, that’s what I assume it is; I’m no expert. He’s often travelling either to or from Davis Square. He sits and basically babbles whatever enters his head. Sometimes he tries to read a book or magazine, and you hear bits of the text incorporated into his vocalizations. Tonight it was mostly unintelligible; if it was a foreign language, it wasn’t one I recognize.