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I got back to Broad Canal this afternoon.
The Kendall Cogeneration Station glimpsed—briefly, before I had to step aside for a truck—through the Canal District. I take back none of the Ballard comparisons I made in 2020.
Salt on the boardwalk, snow on the canal.
You could step from one to other, except you couldn't.
I love the colors of the power station against the stratospheric blue.
The sodium light, still burning.
The geometries frame themselves.
The drawbridges in the slice of the sun. Next time, I will check on the mercury vapor. I miss walking the Charles.
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rushthatspeaks came over and we had our traditional assortment from Mamaleh's and he showed me Jon Bois' "Rat Poison and Brandy: The 1904 St. Louis Olympic Marathon" and "Troy State 253, DeVry 141," which reminded me suddenly of Thomas Woodrooffe's "The fleet's lit up!" I really think it is the complete failure of object permanence that makes that broadcast the cultural treasure that it is. Also, "I'm sorry, I was telling some people to shut up talking."
The Kendall Cogeneration Station glimpsed—briefly, before I had to step aside for a truck—through the Canal District. I take back none of the Ballard comparisons I made in 2020.
Salt on the boardwalk, snow on the canal.
You could step from one to other, except you couldn't.
I love the colors of the power station against the stratospheric blue.
The sodium light, still burning.
The geometries frame themselves.
The drawbridges in the slice of the sun. Next time, I will check on the mercury vapor. I miss walking the Charles.
For Valentine's Day Observed,
rushthatspeaks came over and we had our traditional assortment from Mamaleh's and he showed me Jon Bois' "Rat Poison and Brandy: The 1904 St. Louis Olympic Marathon" and "Troy State 253, DeVry 141," which reminded me suddenly of Thomas Woodrooffe's "The fleet's lit up!" I really think it is the complete failure of object permanence that makes that broadcast the cultural treasure that it is. Also, "I'm sorry, I was telling some people to shut up talking."
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I had missed this little stretch of industrial water so much. I can't believe I was an adult in this city for so many years without knowing about it. I knew the old locks under the science museum. I spent plenty of time on the banks of the Charles and in Kendall Square. And here it was all the time, as if it had suddenly appeared.