What a great place to start a First Friday! I went to Galatea Gallery on an invite by one of my wonderful roommates. They told me I had to meet the Director of Galatea Gallery, Marjorie Kaye, because she was a pretty cool person. Who doesn’t want to bump into more pretty cool people in the day-to-day life?
On my usual weekend adventure, I discovered something that I should have concluded a long time ago. I was sitting on a bench after a nice walk along the Charles River this weekend enjoying the beautiful weather and some time alone. It’s a great place to gather your thoughts and come to a conclusion or two about your life (if you let it happen). I sat for a while watching various couplings of people boating by. Some where in single person kayaks, others were in small speed boats, and then there were a few in canoes. One particular family of 5 (two little ones included) in one canoe struggled for 5 or more minutes to coordinate their efforts to move. Just move. What neither of them realized was that none of their paddles where in the water. They were going nowhere fast. What I realized is: there are some moments in life when you have [the people], the boat, the paddle, and the water; but the paddle’s not in the water, so you’re not going anywhere.
How many times have we felt like we have all the necessary tools in life but we’re just not getting anywhere? Let’s make moves people! If you’ve got all the necessary tools at your disposal. What are you waiting for?
“Get things done!”
One of my favorite recurring moments in Boston is riding on the Redline between Downtown Boston and the Hahhhvad Yahhd. I love experiencing the skyline on different days, in different lights, and under varying weather conditions. I always take a few moments to check out the skyline right before the Charles MGH stop on the Redline. On a day like this, 70 degrees, mostly sunny with a light breeze, it’s beautiful! Unlike the NY, NY skyline which I’m pretty familiar with as a native New Yorker, it’s quaint and just right. With the Charles River in the foreground it’s a pretty sweet site to behold. What’s your favorite spot to check out the Boston skyline from?
Just a little something I stumbled across that I had to share out of pure biased love of mosaics. There’s a few of them embedded into the sidewalk. It’s part of a project that Mike Mandel contributed to improve Brookline Street in Cambridge. There are 12 in total in about a half mile radius. To find out more about here. The cool thing about the pieces in his series is that the representative of the history of the area. The guy in this photo is famous for developing some of the technology used in some of the largest refracting telescopes. Interested in meandering the rest of the route? Check out the other mosaics you can visit. One down 11 more to go.
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This sweet spot recently opened up on March 3rd. It’s current exhibit, Sound on Sight, features photographs taken by local musicians. The photographs are both intriguing and mindful. Not only does Aviary have exhibit space, but they also sell local artists work and host live performance. Definitely a place you should check out!
Located at: 48 South Street, Jamaica Plain, MA
(I wrote this the summer before I went to College)
College is supposed to b where I grab an education.
But who would think I would b going into a land so far away its tucked behind the devil’s asshole.
In the bushlands of Central PA I will no longer b one of many negro in my class, I will b the onli negro.
I wont b able to hear the screech of the buses that need new brakes
I’ll miss the YO MA’s and the HEY BEAUTIFUL’s
I wont c condoms hangin out under the park bench or hookers working their shit on the corner.
The smell of curry when I go to little Guyana will no longer b there
Neither will the smell of fish when I head into China Town.
The dark haired Italians will no longer b flipping pizzas in the corner pizza shop
My Puerto Rican pappis will no longer b playin dominos while sitting on crates, singing bachata songs and smoking Cuban cigars.
No longer will I pass the hustlers on the corner TRYINA MAKE A DOLLA OUTTA 15 CENTES.
I’ll miss the sistahs on the corner that duke it out ova some bullshit
I miss the phone wires that are draped in sneakers that carry the flags of gang that mark their territory.
Or the n***s that stand on the corner and hug the block with all their n****s. The ones dat are out there through rain, sleet, snow, n any weather.
Or the dudes that ride around on bikes that are 5 sizes to small for their tall asses
I’ll miss the sitting in a venue for a poetry slam listing to the flavor of the souls of the people of my city.
The people that talk about tuff love, the hate, the greed, the anger, the fury and the envy.
The ones that flow about their first loves, the ones they love, or the ones they hope to love.
I wont hear the accents of the different ppl that make up my city, NEW YORK CITY.
Da Punjab that asks u where 2, or the china man dat asks u if u want pork fried rice wit that.
The Jamaican who tells u to Scooby Doo or the Dominican who hooks you up and makes ur hair looks nice.
Where Im going, is not my comfort zone… this is a place where WAT UP MY N***A will become offensive
And the closest thing I will have to the city is a small town that gets excited over a new Walmart.
The latest fashions will no longer b brought on Jamaica Avenue for half the price.
They will b bought in malls where white ppl roam the aisles.
My hair won’t b done by the Dominican, they will b done by a roommate (hopefully someone wit skills).
No one will care about the types of exclusive sneakers I’ll b rocking or the sexy cut in the new jeans I got, or how PHAT MY ASS LOOKS IN DEM JEANS.
I will b in a world so utterly different I will b lost hopefully to b found again. Because There will b no signs to point me in the right direction and tell me its time to move on and explore, to grow, and mature.
As long as I listen to 2pac, Im sure I’ll b just fine,
“IVE GOTTA KEEP MY HEAD UP, LEGS CLOSED , AND EYES OPEN .. N I’LL B JUST FINE”