I will try to explain The Big Dig in the simplest of terms. Officially beginning in 1982, the Big Dig buried the six-lane, elevated portion of I-93 that ran directly through downtown Boston and replaced it with a park system. There was once a tangle of steel, cars and smoke and now there are flowers and merry-go-rounds . . . seriously.
A discussion about The Big Dig and Continue reading
The NFL closed the door on its regular season this past Sunday, with the New York Giants defeating the Dallas Cowboys on national television to secure the last available playoff spot. It was a wild season that saw the revival of football in places like Cincinnati and Detroit. We saw the meteoric rise and inevitable unraveling of Tim Tebow in a span of eight games. Carson Palmer is on the Raiders now. Santonio Holmes hates Mark Sanchez. Ndamukong Suh decided to Nstomp a guy on Thanksgiving. The Packers almost went unbeaten, and the Colts almost lost them all. (Not to mention both streaks ended the same week.) This was the first full season without either Terrell Owens or Randy Moss since 1995. What the hell is going on? Instead of giving awards based on the normal guard (MVP, Rookie of the Year, Coach of the Year, etc) I am going to make some of my own up, and award them as I see fit. I would like to also accept all of these awards on behalf of whoever I decide to give them to. Thank you so much, me.
Most Times Responsible for a Play Ending in My Audible Laughter – Mark Sanchez, QB (NYJ)
Let me be the first to tell you, I do not like the Jets. I would never allow that to cloud my journalistic integrity though, and simply want to let you know I find the way Sanchez plays quarterback hilarious. It’s like he’s blindfolded, or at least not wearing his contacts. He throws a football like how Jackson Pollack threw paint, which is to say completely reckless. He is on the cutting edge Continue reading
When I was younger, my father, who was (and still is) a Hudson River painting collector/dealer, tried desperately to expose me to as many different things as possible and is probably the main reason that I am the collector/hoarder that I am today. I do greatly enjoy and respect the luminescent pastorals that the Hudson River School had to offer and hung from time to time in my house, but at the same time, they were not the types of paintings that I saw myself owning and hanging in my own house.
One evening, my father, as he was wont to do, asked me to review a Sotheby’s catalog with him in our living room at home. There were a number of Hudson River School paintings of interest that were up for auction, but as he continued to flip through, something caught my eye. It was a lithograph of Bellows’ “Preliminaries (to the Big Bout)” (1916).
The subject matter coupled with the close attention to figures and Continue reading