I don’t usually go on and on about where I actually live.  I prefer to think my readers think I live in a castle.  Or that I am just some kind of mysterious person who makes these entries from some kind of secret location.

Alas, nothing so glamourous.  I like in Allston.  Allston is a neighborhood of Boston that features college students, bad public transportation, Brazilian (you name it) and really a lot of CVSs.  Just like central Boston.

What I love about Boston is that it just doesn’t care if you like it.  Seriously.  Absolutely this is a city that does not care whatsoever that you like it.  Which makes me like it.  I mean this is a place full of people in costumes doing bad magic tricks and telling corny jokes about root canals.

But within Boston, Allston is an even more special case.  Whereas Boston keeps it hidden that it does not care if you like it, Allston advertises its badness.  I like that too.  It refers to itself as “Allston rat city” because we have mice and rats here the size of dogs.  There is Allston-mas where people put out old furniture on the street just to take.  Lots of funny little ways it celebrates its badness.

So, when I saw this sign recently, which is not an ad campaign for Allston, but might as well be, I found it very fitting:

1. Beatles reunion, featuring the reanimated corpses of the two dearly departed members.

2. The following dynamic pair of headliners: Tim Gunn and Swatch Sauma

3. Michael Phelps in all forms.

4. Tickets to any Olympic event

5. Muhammed Ali title fight against George Foreman, Zaire, 1974.

Things I will not camp out for:

Ephemeral technological doohickeys.  Like an iPhone.  Sorry, iPhone 5.  LOVE my Mac, but a phone is a device that sends texts, goes on the internet and makes phone calls.  I don’t need it to play music, help me build my photographic portfolio, help me run my small business, comb my hair and rejuvenate my pores.  I made up that last part.  But I bet someone in Cupertino is coming up with those as we speak.

These people couldn’t agree with me less.  They were camped out in front of the Boston Mac store, awaiting the second coming.  I mean their phones.  Nope, don’t know why the cut out of the big face:

 

 

I thought I had nothing, but it this photo I think turned out really great.  Straight out of one of those back of the airline seat magazines, right??:

On Saturday I visited the Boston Food and Wine festival.  I sampled much delicious food as one would do at such an event.  I also met and saw cook a chef called Andy Husbands, world champion of the barbecue.  No, there is such a title.  He spoke, I took photos, and so on:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the end of the whole cooking thing, we were all presented with plates of the man’s food.  And let me tell you.  He should be known at the Eternal Crown Prince of the Barbecue because what was on that plate was delicious.  Sorry I ever doubted your championship title.  You deserve it!!!

And like all style stars, he looks great.  Boot and all:

 

 

 

Funny t-shirt, headgear and pajama edition.

First, those shirts:

 

Headgear:

 

And believe it or not, pajamas:

Says Vermin Supreme:

 

Lady and the Ermine: