- Jenna Malone
- The Westway theme song
- Slice-of-life stories
- Making do
- Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me
Scorn a man who says
Only what you want to hear
And now Doctor Phil
So let me get this straight. Now I get to watch…
- Shitty commercials
- Shitty commercials that look like they were made by amateurs
- Shitty commercials that were made by amateurs
If you want to show your class, next time a Presidential debate ends, don’t talk. Don’t say anything. Just give us an hour of lovely American music — Sousa, Copeland, Gershwin — and allow us to think, discuss, and form an opinion. Is consideration no longer encouraged by the people of CNN? Every person you cut to after the debate walked into your studios with an opinion they wanted to deliver before the American people on prime time tv. That’s the candidates’ job.
Issue 147, for the week of
From the Boston Metro Weekend Edition, Oct. 22-24, 2004, page 29:
“NEW PAD ON NEWBURY”
WHEN CHRISTINA Capone moved from her digs in New York she had a bit of anxiety about abandoning the hustle and bustle of “the city.” She was ready to head back to her hometown of Boston, but didn’t want to trade off on her urban lifestyle. “I was nervous when I looked at places in Beacon Hill because there was nobody on the streets,” said Capone, 26, who works in the media department at Hill, Holliday, Connors, Cosmopulos Inc. The solution — a modern, two-bedroom, door-man building on Newbury Street. Needless to say, she hasn’t missed a beat. “The constant motion is so important to me,” said Capone, while gazing down from her third-floor apartment at the consistent flow of shoppers passing Niketown and the oh-so-cosmopolitan diners heading into Armani Cafe. The floor-to-ceiling windows in her spacious abode help to absorb the energy of the city’s most fashionable street. The glass coffee table, khaki-colored couch peppered with primary-colored pillows and modern art on the walls pulsate urban sophistication. “The inside reflects the outside and the energy of the city,” she said. Although a posh place on Newbury can be a bit of a drain on your wallet, the convenience makes up for all the cash you’d be dumping into a car, said Capone. “My mentality is that there is no reason to drive. Everything should be in walking distance,” said Capone. Whether it’s a fresh salad from Scuzzi a block away, or a pasta dish from Piattini Wine Cafe across the street, everything is right at your fingertips. And, although Capone admits she does have a weakness for the trendiest purses at Luna, which she stores nicely in her walk-in closet, the rest of the swanky shops don’t tempt her. “I’m lucky that I don’t have a shopping problem,” said Capone.
FACTS: Name: Christina Capone – Age: 26 – Occupation: Media relations at Hill, Holiday, Connors, Cosmopulos Inc. – Rent/Own: Rent – Size: Two-bedroom – Where: Newbury Street
– CHRISTINA WALLACE
Sent to the Boston Metro October 24, 2004:
Thank you for this weekend’s Home section profile of Christina Capone’s “New Pad on Newbury.” Might I, however, submit a somewhat different profile?
After five months of post-college job seeking, animator Matthew Rasmussen, 24, settled into an hourly-wage position selling tickets at a local museum. He now rents (not owns) a room in a four bedroom Inman Square apartment, which features a living room, a porch with peeling paint, and a mostly-functional kitchen. Rasmussen’s bedroom is tastefully appointed with a desk of his own construction, an oak futon, and a prefab bookshelf. A geranium by the window, perched jauntily atop a milkcrate, quietly pulsates urban sophistication when it needs to be watered.
Reader Lindsay LeClair adds:
Lindsay B. LeClair lives in an apartment with floors so uneven that even the
shelves are falling over, but it’s otherwise cozy and sunny, with a kitchen to
beat the band. She is cohabiting with her boyfriend of nearly five years,
which is terribly convenient — she would not be able to afford living in
Boston if she didn’t share a bedroom. It’s too bad, really, that this
convenient apartment is nowhere near a grocery store. The young couple was
really counting on Lindsay’s beater car to make up for that. All jokes aside,
the apartment is beautiful, convenient to the T barring, if convenience
includes strolling through an industrial, lifeless bioengineering square where
you’re pretty sure they’re actually TRYING to make the undead… or at least
that’s what it smells like. In spite of all that, Lindsay is very happy in
their new apartment.