Some blog posts I just dash off in one sitting because they need to go out in a timely manner to make sense. Others I poke at for a long time before they are ready. Always there are at least a few blog posts in progress in my draft folder to work on as I find time. Which means sometimes things go out back to back that were conceived during very different frames of mind.
So if anyone found my thoughts about the value of online friendship and social media to be somewhat in conflict with the post that immediately followed about our family's relative lack of electronic devices, you were correct. They were two sides of the same coin that I flip around regularly, and I started those posts at different times and for different reasons. (The second one I didn't even plan to talk about smartphones, that just kind of happened.)
In any case, this is one of those timely manner posts that needs to be dashed off before it gets away from me, and it relates directly to my post about virtual friendships.
I got to meet writer/blogger Jane Roper in real life on my recent trip to Boston.
My own space apart from the babble of the internet
Showing posts with label marathon bombing. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 25, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Boston Unvarnished
Just got back from my trip to Boston Sunday night. Could I have picked a weirder week to be in Boston? No I could not.
I was actually staying in Waltham and attending a violin varnishing workshop in Concord. There is a lot to say about everything I learned, but there is also a lot to say about having been in Boston at this time. So I think I need two separate posts. The next one will be about the varnish workshop. This one will be a hodgepodge of everything else.
Where to even begin? I thought things were off to an inauspicious start when I arrived at the Boston airport and was unable to rent a car. I figured how hard could that be? Fly into a major American city and just, you know, get a rental car? However, I was informed again and again that I was out of luck because of Marathon Monday and Patriot Day. I had been unaware of the impending marathon, and I'd never heard of Patriot Day. There turned out to be a car rental place next door to where I was staying and I was able to pick one up later, but the only thing they had was a Prius which took some getting used to. (I never got comfortable with the idea that you didn't need a key to start the car and was constantly in a panic about remembering to lock the doors which is something I don't normally do.)
A friend from my college days was kind enough to let me sleep in her artist studio on Moody St in Waltham. It was nice to spend some time with her, and I liked that I didn't feel as if I were imposing on her in her actual home which is in Watertown. There wound up being other reasons it was good not to be staying in Watertown.
I was actually staying in Waltham and attending a violin varnishing workshop in Concord. There is a lot to say about everything I learned, but there is also a lot to say about having been in Boston at this time. So I think I need two separate posts. The next one will be about the varnish workshop. This one will be a hodgepodge of everything else.
Where to even begin? I thought things were off to an inauspicious start when I arrived at the Boston airport and was unable to rent a car. I figured how hard could that be? Fly into a major American city and just, you know, get a rental car? However, I was informed again and again that I was out of luck because of Marathon Monday and Patriot Day. I had been unaware of the impending marathon, and I'd never heard of Patriot Day. There turned out to be a car rental place next door to where I was staying and I was able to pick one up later, but the only thing they had was a Prius which took some getting used to. (I never got comfortable with the idea that you didn't need a key to start the car and was constantly in a panic about remembering to lock the doors which is something I don't normally do.)
A friend from my college days was kind enough to let me sleep in her artist studio on Moody St in Waltham. It was nice to spend some time with her, and I liked that I didn't feel as if I were imposing on her in her actual home which is in Watertown. There wound up being other reasons it was good not to be staying in Watertown.
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