A trivial exercise

Cavatica is organizing a trivia night at Doyle's on Washington Street in J.P. this Wednesday:

... If you're not doing anything this Wednesday, why not come on down for a fun-filled battle of wits and beer? (That's "battle of wits", along with beer. There will be no beer battling. At least as far as I know.) It promises to be good, dorky fun for everyone involved. It looks like about 10 people are in for sure so far, but the more we have, the better it will be. And if you have no idea what the answer is, you can always shout "Bill Clinton."

They're not in Kansas, anymore, Toto

Lynne reports from the anti-Westboro Baptist Church rally in Dracut, which the gay-hating, anti-American Kansans decided to infest after Lexington:

Once the Phelps people were finished with their little demonstration, the police escorted them back down the middle of the empty street (so why did they have to come in via the school grounds, again?) and we all turned our back on them and sang, "na-na-na na, na-na-na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!" A little impromptu farewell to Kansas, in the hope they stay the hell away from the Lowell area from now on.

On the Silver Line, quality is job 2

Marc takes the Silver Line out of Logan at some godawful hour like 6 a.m.:

The signs explaining bus service at Logan International Airport show the usual care and exactitude of the Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority.

Outside terminal C, where JetBlue flies, "Commuter rail" is twice misspelled "commnuter"; MBTA police have the unique and impossible "6117" area code; riders are told "exact change [is] required" but not what the ride costs; and there's no posted schedule. ...

Urban vitality

Chris discusses a trio of recent Globe articles, on Providence vs. Worcester, the development of Boston's subway system and re-development along the Mystic:

... We still don't know what makes cities function well and what makes certain downtowns work. But at least we're getting more consensus that policy needs to be directed to encourage the social and market forces that cohere in the city and that are in turn given expression by the city

The T's fixation with newspapers

Ellen wonders why the announcer on the Red Line never asks you to take your empty Big Gulp cups or used tissues:

The announcer on the Red Line really wants you to take your newspaper with you and throw it out when you leave the train. He said so at Davis. And Porter. And Harvard. And Kendall. And Charles/MGH. By the time you get to Park Street, he is sobbing over the PA system: "Please...I beg you, for the love of God, TAKE YOUR NEWSPAPERS WITH YOU AND THROW THEM OUT. Good God; have you no mercy? Can't you see how I am suffering!?" ...