dr_lizardo

@BOSTON

Lately when I can I head out of town on Sundays for a day to various places that attract me with the allurements of free parking, museums, beautiful women and good places to get lunch.

I am pretty partial to Boston and so I did Boston yesterday. Boston, or at least my perspective on it, can be nutshelled with two images.

History



and girl watching



The Battle of Bunker hill actually happened on Breed's hill and I don't know why they called it the Battle of Bunker Hill but anyway now there is a towering obelisk on Breed's hill in Charlestown which you can basically point your nose toward and when You get there you can observe beautiful women in bikinis sunbathing on the grass while you are also observing a guy in revolitionary era getup demonstrating how to shoot a brown bess musket, these occurrences being no more than 100 feet apart.

Because I am a truly colossal dork I actually watched the entire musket firing demonstration even though I knew approximately 100% of the procedure of firing said musket. And because I am of the gun nut subspecies of colossal dork I'd really like to have a brown bess of my own. But I'm a little ambivalent about actually getting one because I hardly ever do any shooting any more because while I still do like guns they just aren't relevant to the things that concern me at this point in my life.

Boston has a distinct personality from other cities in this regard to the sightseeing. There are beautiful women lying out in the sun in the grassy medians between stretches of roadway and in the grass around the charles river with its decorative flotilla of sailboats on on the grass surrounding any number of historic monuments. I haven't seen anything like that in such parts of NYC or Philadelphia as I've been to, though I cannot believe there isn't some appreciable bikini viewing in central park or along the banks of the Schuylkill if you're there in the right season. It's just that in boston there is a lot of grass in alot of places that attractive women sunbathe on in a way that has no real equivalent, that I've seen, in other cities.

I do hope that they are wearing their sunscreen. Sunbathing is a good thing in that it puts a lot of female skin on display, but I don't want them damaging themselves for the sake of it.

I do wish that I could trade my understanding of brown bess muskets for some understanding of how to be that guy who's lying next to the creamy white female skin on the grass on breed's hill.

I generally despise the interests of average people. "How about those Sox!" and all their worthless chatter about television and dead celebrites and how many headlights were in a 1974 chevy nova, but as an outsider I understand that underneath the worthless subject matter there is the survival value in just having shit to talk about that integrates you in your social group. It's functionally equivalent to ants communicating chemically with the pheromones the sense on one another's antennae. Just knowing some things to say can put you on the grass next to some milky white skin.

My dad has a pretty fair sized library, but it consists entirely of books on hunting and fishing. I read a good portion of those books and grew up wanting for that stuff that I had read to be what was interesting to talk about and what would integrate my into my social group, but mostly that stuff is only interesting to men who drive pickup trucks and can't pronounce the names of foreign gun companies.

The upside of not being integrated into social groups is an open space where you can have an occasional original thought if you're up to it, but there's not many people to share such a thought with.

Whatever. I'm reconstructing my thoughts from ones the computer sent into cyber oblivion.

Boston also has sailboats and one Prudential Center.



Also worth noting, are the USS Cassin Young and a bunch of old cannons lying on the ground in front of her next to a 170 year old maple log for dorks to count the rings on.



I do not know why there is a 170 year old maple log lying on the ground next to a pile of cannons out in front of an old destroyer moored in boston. Not doubt the answer is not in the least bit interesting. But dorks have trouble avoiding at least a little speculation on such matters while reflecting on all the history that happened while the tree was alive. Not that I know precisely when it was cut down.

Back to work tomorrow. I know that bracing for an impact makes the impact worse, but still the feeling is like walking under steel grey clouds that are about to start thunderstorming at any moment. But time turns and turns and turns and Friday comes again, so control your emotions and survive.