Things continue out here in our fine city, Cambridge. Although the weekend proved to be unproductive. My neighbors, by planting their tulips and other spring foliage, are making me look bad; not to mention feel kind of guilty because my lawn is all dirt, and I've been a bit to lazy to find a shovel to plant the roses I should have done.

Anyhow otherwise I had a decent weekend, and reminder of why Cambridge is the unique place it is. And why I live here. Took an old friend (and my old boss) plus his girlfriend, and my housemate, his girlfriend and her housemate (that's six people, including me), sailing this Sat.

Sunday, for the most part I slept in till noon, then made a bit of breakfast, which my housemate and his girlfriend were kind enough to show up just as I had pulled the eggs out of the oven, so I made another plate and we called it brunch. Afterwards I surfed the web and read the paper, took a nap, looked at the clock, looked out the window, decided I might have wanted to go sailing (even though it looked like it might rain) and then broke down and decided to go to a church vision setting meeting. So I packed up headed to the gym, to take a quick shower and perhaps get a few laps in the pool. Before you get any strange ideas that I'm this heath and exercise nut, I will clarify that I think I swam for a good total of 10 minutes, and even then showed up 15 minutes late to the church meeting, they still hadn't started.

Went to a concert after church, at paradoxically 9PM on a Sunday night. The Lowell House "Last Minute Orchestra" presented the Brahms Requiem, at of course, the Lowell House dining commons. An impromptu classical concert put on by Harvard affiliated folk (some alum, some undergrads, and others) complete with brownies and "for-the-most-part-hot" coffee provided by the Harvard dining services as part of the midnight brain food, because they're in the middle of exams and papers.

The concert was relaxing, it's always kind of neat to listen to live music,

Live concerts are also a reminder of the first things that brought me into Boston even though I was living in that fabulously happening city of Marlborough MA. I used to come into town for all the most random reasons.

So I guess it's kind of a strange to reminisce, about how I think some random Saturday in August of 1996, I drove out to the Woodland T-stop on the green line, then hopped on the train into Boston. I met a bunch of BU freshman and their RA on the subway. So, deciding that the museum of science might be an interesting thing to do, I tagged along with them, the RA bought me a ticket to the museum of science, and the Omni theatre. It was a pretty neat afternoon, I thought there was a magic to the city, besides it seemed like BU had a whole lot of money to spend on freshman events, of which not that many of the students participated in.

So as a result I found out about free stuff to do in Boston. Free classical music at the New England Conservatory, chamber music on Wed nights, soloists tues and thurs, and once a month an orchestra, choir, or both would perform.

I'd drive into Harvard square on Friday nights, to see the performers, and wonder just where Tufts University was, and what all the students from there were doing in the square (it was only months later that I leered that Tufts is practically within Boston as well.

Anyhow I'm rambling. I should get to sleep.