Waiting for the Next Big Parade

One of my favorite local areas, Davis Square in Somerville, was crawling with people, police and press all day today as some unknown band called U2 was preparing to do an invite-only show/Q&A at the Somerville Theater. Of course, even with all the hype U2 has cranked up for their new album (playing Letterman all last week, showing up on Good Morning America, doing these Q&A shows), the album still "only" sold 484,000 copies last week, about half the total of their last album's debut. I'll be in Davis Square on Saturday for a much more important event: My every-so-often chowfest at Redbones with the old Webnoize crew. Before we hit Redbones, I'll be meeting up with OJ to record some jibba-jabbin' for the podcast.



Beforehand, I plan to get my long run in. Yeah, I'm back to running again. At least, I got 5 miles in today on the treadmill and felt no pain in my shin. I hadn't run since last Tuesday when I did an abbreviated 3; since then, I've been massaging and icing the area and most importantly, resting. So far, so good. I'm going to shoot to do 13 on Saturday, so wish me luck.


After months of slacking off, I finally updated my Flickr page with photos through the end of 2008, so check 'em out if you choose.


And now for something completely different...

• Apparently, it's crazy lone gunman week. Two mass murder sprees took place yesterday, one in Alabama and one in a German school. Let's hope there aren't any copycats.
• The NHL general managers met this week and came up with some proposed rules designed to cut down on fighting but not ban it outright. The real target appears to be fights that are pre-planned and start right after the whistle, presumably to fire up a team. As opposed to ones that start in the heat of the game. I have no problem saying I enjoy a good scrap, but the fake ones are just stupid. Get rid of them. That said, I dug this tussle last night between ex-Leaf Wade Belak and Caps goon supreme Donald Brashear, in which Belak drops the feared Brashear with a well-placed wallop.
• Times are tough, that we know. So tough that they're even laying off folks on Sesame Street. Dayamn.