Head of the Charles

Yesterday we walked down to the river (not around the corner) to watch the boat races. 300,000 people and seemingly about as many boats. It was a choppy 3 mile run up the Charles into a headwind. A beautiful classic event.

Church to homes

We went on a home tour today. One of the stops was an old church they are turning into large (4000 sq ft) condos. One includes the bell tower. Parking under ground. They expect to be done next spring.

Saturday morning

The Boston book festival is going on this weekend. We are attending a free talk just around the corner.

Brave New World

Not sure if you remember the bar scene in the movie Star Wars, but today I experienced a similar alien environment. Today I went to get my hair cut at a hair salon on Newbury St. Upon entering I knew something was up when I asked if I wanted a cappuccino or perhaps sparking water. At my barber they sell fishing lures, so I was caught off guard a bit. Uh no I'm good. 

Women were dressed in open toe boots. Yep, wearing boots, but open toes, perhaps they had extracted the piece of metal protection found in some boots, you know if a concrete block falls on your foot, at least the cut will be clean. Interesting tattoos, in interesting places. Apparently on their home planet its ok to have a open stomach blouse to show your blossom tattoo centered on your belly button.

I adapted, but couldn't help but wonder what planet the clients were from: 

(Real conversation, but made up names)

Stylist: So Higgs what can we do for you today?

Higgs: I think my hair needs more dimensions, I am tired of uh this, pointing to her head.

Stylist: Yes I know exactly what mean, more dimension is the newest thing.

Taylor's Thoughts: Lady, we all get 3 dimension, no more, no less, well at least in my universe.

Stylist: So Lisa how do you want your hair?

Lisa: I want it short but to look long.

Stylist: Perfect

Taylor's Thoughts: Hmm, perhaps in her universe you can look different than you actually are.  Ah a new application for google glasses, you can program them so that when someone looks at you, you appear different, hey and each person could see a different version of you. 

I did have a good conversation with the person cutting my hair. We talked about robots, since I was sure he had robots on his home planet. I told him I was worried that robots would soon take over, but I was pretty sure a hair stylist would not succumb to the robot uprising anytime soon. His work was like a sculptor and required finesse and an imagination. He cocked his head as if was processing this. Yikes maybe he was a robot. 

I just closed my eyes and wondered what was going on at work. Work all of sudden made sense.

Go Sox

Thanks to Stan Grossfeld and the Globe for the memory!

Sunday stroll

Pretty view from the storrow lagoon, along the Charles river

Reading the Sunday news....

And breaking house rules. Life is good.