Let me be the first to say that I think the Republicans have made a bad strategic move with the ultra-conservative female Governor from Alaska. Isn't this a time when
1) We are all thinking about how we can better unify and unite the parties?
2) Put a lot of effort and energy into saving the environment and decreasing global warming?
This woman is suing the Federal government because she says the polar bears are getting in the way of oil drilling in Alaska!
The Democrats must be doing a dance behind closed doors right now and I am very excited for a VP debate. I think it's going to be a circus!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The high life
...on the 2nd floor.
I have officially moved offices and I suppose I should feel as though I'm moving up vocationally because I have an office with big windows and lots of quiet. See?
Clearly I need to update my space with some flare. A bulletin board would really be helpful. I am definitely considering bringing in my disco ball tomorrow. Though not 'totally' professional (ok not at all) this is the kind of organization where it would be ok and I'm the kind of character who could pull it off.
Big windows are great for all this real light. I will need some oxygen friends too...perhaps a visit to the big orange construction store this weekend to pick up some end-of-seasons. Any suggestions for stuff that would thrive inside here?
My view...well on a weekend when there aren't 1000 cars parked downtown ti could be quite nice. I definitely can see the ocean through the cars and the, uh, crane:
So it goes. It is scary quiet down here. Just as I expected, none of the hub bub and commotion of my old floor. And of course just as I start to learn the new job, tutoring has heated up out of control (though a lot of it is just short-term and I need to just get through it) and the 2nd round of the Liberia stuff I was doing came in today and it is a document with 19 pages of questions we need to answer.
The run-down cough and sore throat I have are not good signs leading into all of this. I hope I can figure all of this out.
I have officially moved offices and I suppose I should feel as though I'm moving up vocationally because I have an office with big windows and lots of quiet. See?
Clearly I need to update my space with some flare. A bulletin board would really be helpful. I am definitely considering bringing in my disco ball tomorrow. Though not 'totally' professional (ok not at all) this is the kind of organization where it would be ok and I'm the kind of character who could pull it off.
Big windows are great for all this real light. I will need some oxygen friends too...perhaps a visit to the big orange construction store this weekend to pick up some end-of-seasons. Any suggestions for stuff that would thrive inside here?
My view...well on a weekend when there aren't 1000 cars parked downtown ti could be quite nice. I definitely can see the ocean through the cars and the, uh, crane:
So it goes. It is scary quiet down here. Just as I expected, none of the hub bub and commotion of my old floor. And of course just as I start to learn the new job, tutoring has heated up out of control (though a lot of it is just short-term and I need to just get through it) and the 2nd round of the Liberia stuff I was doing came in today and it is a document with 19 pages of questions we need to answer.
The run-down cough and sore throat I have are not good signs leading into all of this. I hope I can figure all of this out.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Bullets
* I debated calling this post 'Hillary! Hillary!'. The Hillsage made a great speech last night. Critics are saying she was talking about her agenda too much, but I think she was talking about the democratic agenda. Savory Man and I had an energetic conversation about race (there's always room for a conversation about race on the 3rd floor!), the type of people who will vote for McCain, and how the Democrats need to sell their platform (I suggest 'Do you really want another 4 years of this bullshit?' I think it will look nice on t-shirts) to get Obama elected. We talked about how ridiculous it was that Nadar took away so many votes in the last election and that yes, we will always be voting for the lesser of two evils, no candidate will ever be perfect, but at least this time we can feel like we're voting for progress and not stagnation, or in the case of this ridiculous presidency - regression.
* We are having fall-like weather and sadly it is still summer. The tv said it was 44 in North Adams when I left for work this morning. It's probably 65 here but still!
* I was driving around looking for a parking space this morning with a headache. God I hate morning headaches. It just seems so unfair that you haven't done anything yet to warrant a headache and you a socked with one so early in the day. Anyhow, I had to park at a meter and as I was filling the meter for 4 hours, the woman who opens them up to take out the quarters arrived. She pulled a little magic and made one of my quarters turn into $2.50 worth of parking. Thank you meter lady! You made my headache go away.
* I want to say that in the late summer sun, my shadow looked damn good. If only the sun would do that to my real body too.
* Lots of goings-ons on work. It's the end of the road for yet another receptionist. I shed no tears - it's more of a 'nice knowin' ya' kind of thing. Yesterday I was in a discussion with someone in my office and she kept calling, and I kept not answering. Finally I answer, concerned that it's something too urgent to ignore, and she says, 'why you ain't answer your phone'? I said, because I'm in here talking to J - meanwhile, J, her boss, is shaking her head. Some people just don't get it.
I'm also relocating to another floor. I'm pretty sad about the move as I currently sit in the hub of all organizational activity. I fear for limited social connections in my new space. I'm moving though because I took a new job and I am sorely needed in my new department. I like being needed. Maybe it will all work out.
* My manicure is still ok from the wedding. I feel very fancy at work.
* Secretly I'm excited to get the fleece and hooded sweatshirts out. What can I say - I'm a native New Englander.
* We are having fall-like weather and sadly it is still summer. The tv said it was 44 in North Adams when I left for work this morning. It's probably 65 here but still!
* I was driving around looking for a parking space this morning with a headache. God I hate morning headaches. It just seems so unfair that you haven't done anything yet to warrant a headache and you a socked with one so early in the day. Anyhow, I had to park at a meter and as I was filling the meter for 4 hours, the woman who opens them up to take out the quarters arrived. She pulled a little magic and made one of my quarters turn into $2.50 worth of parking. Thank you meter lady! You made my headache go away.
* I want to say that in the late summer sun, my shadow looked damn good. If only the sun would do that to my real body too.
* Lots of goings-ons on work. It's the end of the road for yet another receptionist. I shed no tears - it's more of a 'nice knowin' ya' kind of thing. Yesterday I was in a discussion with someone in my office and she kept calling, and I kept not answering. Finally I answer, concerned that it's something too urgent to ignore, and she says, 'why you ain't answer your phone'? I said, because I'm in here talking to J - meanwhile, J, her boss, is shaking her head. Some people just don't get it.
I'm also relocating to another floor. I'm pretty sad about the move as I currently sit in the hub of all organizational activity. I fear for limited social connections in my new space. I'm moving though because I took a new job and I am sorely needed in my new department. I like being needed. Maybe it will all work out.
* My manicure is still ok from the wedding. I feel very fancy at work.
* Secretly I'm excited to get the fleece and hooded sweatshirts out. What can I say - I'm a native New Englander.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Universal Healthcare in Massachusetts
I immediately feel bad for anyone Googling Universal healthcare that has stumbled upon my meandering blog and this post which really won't have a lot of depth to it. Apologies in advance all you Googlers.
Massachusetts, under Governor Mitt Romney (we cross our fingers and toes that he won't be chosen as a VP under McCain)instituted laws that made it mandatory for all citizens of the People's Republic of Massachusetts to have healthcare. Hooray for progress! The idea, spurred by think tanks and government policy groups, was twofold. Working for a healthcare consulting company, I have to agree that this is a definitive step in helping to achieve their goals: 1) Lessen the amount of trips and the cost to the state of the uninsured going to the hospital and health centers for routine care; and, 2)Make the general population healthier, thereby making communities healthier and more productive, and saving costs of reactive healthcare in the future.
An article out today says that it's working. Part of the incentive for people to sign up was a levy the state was going to put on taxes. According to the article, this was enough of an incentive. The article points to data that says that the plan is working and costs of treating the uninsured in emergency rooms has fallen dramatically and the pool of funds set aside by the state every year is quite in tact.
The other side of this of course is that business and insurance companies are picking up these former costs. I don't have a scientific opinion formulated on this topic yet and am looking for your ideas. I do, however, believe that it is the cost of doing business to provide insurance for your employees. The healthier they are, the more they'll work and the better they'll work (all other variables aside). You'll be less likely to pay for workman's comp and lose production time because an employee didn't have preventative healthcare and couldn't get to work for extended times.
What are your thoughts?
Massachusetts, under Governor Mitt Romney (we cross our fingers and toes that he won't be chosen as a VP under McCain)instituted laws that made it mandatory for all citizens of the People's Republic of Massachusetts to have healthcare. Hooray for progress! The idea, spurred by think tanks and government policy groups, was twofold. Working for a healthcare consulting company, I have to agree that this is a definitive step in helping to achieve their goals: 1) Lessen the amount of trips and the cost to the state of the uninsured going to the hospital and health centers for routine care; and, 2)Make the general population healthier, thereby making communities healthier and more productive, and saving costs of reactive healthcare in the future.
An article out today says that it's working. Part of the incentive for people to sign up was a levy the state was going to put on taxes. According to the article, this was enough of an incentive. The article points to data that says that the plan is working and costs of treating the uninsured in emergency rooms has fallen dramatically and the pool of funds set aside by the state every year is quite in tact.
The other side of this of course is that business and insurance companies are picking up these former costs. I don't have a scientific opinion formulated on this topic yet and am looking for your ideas. I do, however, believe that it is the cost of doing business to provide insurance for your employees. The healthier they are, the more they'll work and the better they'll work (all other variables aside). You'll be less likely to pay for workman's comp and lose production time because an employee didn't have preventative healthcare and couldn't get to work for extended times.
What are your thoughts?
Monday, August 18, 2008
Weekend with the Rents
The rents were in town this weekend after visiting friends in Maine last week. I was glad to know that schedules of the past which involved seeing and experiencing as much as humanly possible within the confines of our 24 hour days together are now a thing of the past. The rents wanted to relax and rest. So we did a couple of things each day but spent a lot of time hanging out on the third floor napping, reading, playing Scrabble, and watching the Olympics.
We did get a chance to visit the store where my sister is selling some of her stuff in Boston. It's called Oak Boston and is on the corner of Gloucester and Newbury. Some of the stuff in there was a little esoteric, but the owner says business has been good and my sister's stuff is selling well. Here is what the display of my sister's stuff looked like. The owner sells goods made from probably hundreds of different crafty people.
We also ate at 2 vegetarian restaurants so my mother could see what is offered in restaurants that offer solely vegetarian or vegan food. These pictures are from the Grasshopper. It was Asian vegan cuisine. It made me realize that if I were a vegetarian I would just eat vegetables and would probably stay a distance away from the fake meat whose consistency and flavor (or lack thereof) did absolutely nothing for me. Otherwise the overflowing dishes were very similar to having non-greasy and not as starchy Chinese food. The dishes were HUGE and none of us really finished anything. Though these are not the most flattering pictures of Jungle Bob and Safari Cyn, you can at least get an idea of how much food there was for 3 people. We realized a little too late in the game that we should have ordered 1 dish and split it. (*p.s. isn't it cute how Safari Cyn and Jungle Bob live up to their names with their outfits?*)
The food on this dish was a combination of fake barbecued pork (the red stuff) and 'regular' vegan pork (the brown rectangles) along with a menagerie of noodles and spring roll. My father is serving tempura in the picture above and he had a plate full of skinned eggplant (which looked like squid? ewww), spinach, and other sundry vegetables in a gravy sauce. We had some lackluster bean cakes and dumplings as appetizers.
Jungle Bob helped put up new shelving and artwork in the newly painted bedroom. The rents and Savory Man got along just lovely and the men had sports to talk about and Savory Man got his fill of why my mother thinks we should all be vegetarian and where eggs come from. A dinner out on Friday night with my extended family who lives in the area REALLY gave Savory Man a taste of what this family is about. And he's still breathing and able to relate to their visit!
Of course no weekend is complete without a sunset picture. Last night was another incredible night for sunset appreciation from the 3rd floor windows.
We did get a chance to visit the store where my sister is selling some of her stuff in Boston. It's called Oak Boston and is on the corner of Gloucester and Newbury. Some of the stuff in there was a little esoteric, but the owner says business has been good and my sister's stuff is selling well. Here is what the display of my sister's stuff looked like. The owner sells goods made from probably hundreds of different crafty people.
We also ate at 2 vegetarian restaurants so my mother could see what is offered in restaurants that offer solely vegetarian or vegan food. These pictures are from the Grasshopper. It was Asian vegan cuisine. It made me realize that if I were a vegetarian I would just eat vegetables and would probably stay a distance away from the fake meat whose consistency and flavor (or lack thereof) did absolutely nothing for me. Otherwise the overflowing dishes were very similar to having non-greasy and not as starchy Chinese food. The dishes were HUGE and none of us really finished anything. Though these are not the most flattering pictures of Jungle Bob and Safari Cyn, you can at least get an idea of how much food there was for 3 people. We realized a little too late in the game that we should have ordered 1 dish and split it. (*p.s. isn't it cute how Safari Cyn and Jungle Bob live up to their names with their outfits?*)
The food on this dish was a combination of fake barbecued pork (the red stuff) and 'regular' vegan pork (the brown rectangles) along with a menagerie of noodles and spring roll. My father is serving tempura in the picture above and he had a plate full of skinned eggplant (which looked like squid? ewww), spinach, and other sundry vegetables in a gravy sauce. We had some lackluster bean cakes and dumplings as appetizers.
Jungle Bob helped put up new shelving and artwork in the newly painted bedroom. The rents and Savory Man got along just lovely and the men had sports to talk about and Savory Man got his fill of why my mother thinks we should all be vegetarian and where eggs come from. A dinner out on Friday night with my extended family who lives in the area REALLY gave Savory Man a taste of what this family is about. And he's still breathing and able to relate to their visit!
Of course no weekend is complete without a sunset picture. Last night was another incredible night for sunset appreciation from the 3rd floor windows.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Man for Hire
Savory Man spent a couple of days this week painting and fretting about a color he thought I'd be disappointed with in the bedroom. I might have told you this before, but he is meticulous. I, on the other hand, tend to go with the 'it's good enough' attitude. Good thing I didn't paint the bedroom.
Two coats of primer and two coats of 'popcorn kernel' yellow later, the warm and inviting bedroom is finished and I couldn't be happier.
I also am excited to change up the mood a little and spent a small fortune getting some original artwork that I bought in Liberia framed. They're awesome pictures. The one on the left was called something like 'The negotiator' or something and if you can't tell, is a picture of three women speaking ( I assume) heatedly. The second is a woman doing some sort of wash.
Two coats of primer and two coats of 'popcorn kernel' yellow later, the warm and inviting bedroom is finished and I couldn't be happier.
I also am excited to change up the mood a little and spent a small fortune getting some original artwork that I bought in Liberia framed. They're awesome pictures. The one on the left was called something like 'The negotiator' or something and if you can't tell, is a picture of three women speaking ( I assume) heatedly. The second is a woman doing some sort of wash.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Body Image
So I grew up in a household with a strong, Feminist mother who got her leanings from the Feminist movement of the 60s and 70s. The most recent copy of Ms. magazine was always on the coffee table and my mother had all sorts of books about the feminine mystique and books that spoke to the dynamics of the time and place in evolutionary process the movement was at that time. They were books that spoke directly to equal rights, a woman's right to do what she wanted with her body, a woman's right to power and a woman's right to have a voice against subservience and ingrained cultural paradigms about gender roles. Since my dad was a liberal hippie with long hair and a a fuzzy beard, he agreed and rolled with it.
So I was always taught that I could reach the stars, that nothing should be out of grasp for me in my life and if I wanted it, I could get it. I grew up opinionated and strong in voice and body. I grew up fiercely independent. When I got to college and finally found my social shoes, I made friends quickly but remember being told by multiple people during drunken, sloppy nights of conversation and introspection that I was someone you didn't mess with. It was Kristen's way and that's just how it was. I was someone who knew right from wrong (even when right was full of cloudy, grey area and was certainly only right for me) and that's just how it was. I was someone who could take care of myself and take care of everyone around me. I had control over life and didn't let life control me.
It wasn't until the past few years that I have realized that that fierce independence left me not enough of the other stuff. The stuff where you are vulnerable and let life do a little of the controlling. The stuff where you let go and let emotion and insecurity take over instead of professing that there actually is a way that something should be done and you can control that process. I have a habit of fate that I have developed where I am consistently working for and with very strong women. These are women whose independence, amazing abilities and capacities for making great lives for themselves and taking care of others has often led them to be hard and afraid of vulnerability and natural ignorance. I finally picked up on how this sliding scale of control, independence, vulnerability, and reflection all fit together. I decided I didn't want to be on one end of the scale, but wanted to be able to be scared and unsure sometimes and give in to the lack of control. Ok, maybe I didn't want it - but I saw the need and the benefits of moving away from the control side of the scale.
So anyhow, because I am a consumer of mass media and because I watch more tv than I should, read fruitless gossip magazines on a weekly basis, and compare myself to freaks of nature whose metabolism allows them to forgo discipline, I feel like I have, to some extent gotten lost on the scale of control a little bit, and maybe have made some excuses about being independent, good at stuff in the rest of my life, and ignored that I should be reaching beyond mediocre again. Where did that independent and strong woman go?
Part of her got sucked up in insecurity about body image. She doesn't own a mirror in her house and avoids looking in mirrors at all costs. However, the point of this story about strength, independence, knowing I am an all-powerful woman is going somewhere a little more positive. The other day, in my new movement to be at the gym on a regular basis, I decided to wear a tank top and shorts. AND? you ask? You see, tank tops at the gym are not for people like me. They are for people for whom the material would float effortlessly and with extra room around lithe arms and flat stomachs. Tank tops are for people who have physiques that demand attention for all the hard work that has been put into them. But I took a personal dare. I decided that I don't care what people wear at the gym and I bet they don't care what I wear either. Guess what, I was right.
Not only was I right (well no one actually came up to me and said I looked disgusting), but I was so much cooler, I felt super energized and compact (hello spandex!), and really wanted to put in a good effort. Ridding myself of the heavy tshirts I usually wear was an enormously liberating experience. I kind of recreated control of my own feelings about myself and what I think other people might think of me. I don't know how I 'actually' look (see above, no mirrors) but I was at the gym. I was working to look better in my tank top in the future. And of course, a few days later, the drama has subsided and I'm like, honestly, what is wrong with me! Why did it take me this long to work this out?
I don't know if it will lead to more time at the gym on a regular basis (there are of course other variables at play). I don't know that I have reached some sort of feminist independence or if I just looked ghetto on the treadmill. Perhaps the point is that I got over my own little hurdle and am successfully navigating the sliding scale. Because really, you don't always have to stay at one point right? That's why it's a sliding scale afterall.
So I was always taught that I could reach the stars, that nothing should be out of grasp for me in my life and if I wanted it, I could get it. I grew up opinionated and strong in voice and body. I grew up fiercely independent. When I got to college and finally found my social shoes, I made friends quickly but remember being told by multiple people during drunken, sloppy nights of conversation and introspection that I was someone you didn't mess with. It was Kristen's way and that's just how it was. I was someone who knew right from wrong (even when right was full of cloudy, grey area and was certainly only right for me) and that's just how it was. I was someone who could take care of myself and take care of everyone around me. I had control over life and didn't let life control me.
It wasn't until the past few years that I have realized that that fierce independence left me not enough of the other stuff. The stuff where you are vulnerable and let life do a little of the controlling. The stuff where you let go and let emotion and insecurity take over instead of professing that there actually is a way that something should be done and you can control that process. I have a habit of fate that I have developed where I am consistently working for and with very strong women. These are women whose independence, amazing abilities and capacities for making great lives for themselves and taking care of others has often led them to be hard and afraid of vulnerability and natural ignorance. I finally picked up on how this sliding scale of control, independence, vulnerability, and reflection all fit together. I decided I didn't want to be on one end of the scale, but wanted to be able to be scared and unsure sometimes and give in to the lack of control. Ok, maybe I didn't want it - but I saw the need and the benefits of moving away from the control side of the scale.
So anyhow, because I am a consumer of mass media and because I watch more tv than I should, read fruitless gossip magazines on a weekly basis, and compare myself to freaks of nature whose metabolism allows them to forgo discipline, I feel like I have, to some extent gotten lost on the scale of control a little bit, and maybe have made some excuses about being independent, good at stuff in the rest of my life, and ignored that I should be reaching beyond mediocre again. Where did that independent and strong woman go?
Part of her got sucked up in insecurity about body image. She doesn't own a mirror in her house and avoids looking in mirrors at all costs. However, the point of this story about strength, independence, knowing I am an all-powerful woman is going somewhere a little more positive. The other day, in my new movement to be at the gym on a regular basis, I decided to wear a tank top and shorts. AND? you ask? You see, tank tops at the gym are not for people like me. They are for people for whom the material would float effortlessly and with extra room around lithe arms and flat stomachs. Tank tops are for people who have physiques that demand attention for all the hard work that has been put into them. But I took a personal dare. I decided that I don't care what people wear at the gym and I bet they don't care what I wear either. Guess what, I was right.
Not only was I right (well no one actually came up to me and said I looked disgusting), but I was so much cooler, I felt super energized and compact (hello spandex!), and really wanted to put in a good effort. Ridding myself of the heavy tshirts I usually wear was an enormously liberating experience. I kind of recreated control of my own feelings about myself and what I think other people might think of me. I don't know how I 'actually' look (see above, no mirrors) but I was at the gym. I was working to look better in my tank top in the future. And of course, a few days later, the drama has subsided and I'm like, honestly, what is wrong with me! Why did it take me this long to work this out?
I don't know if it will lead to more time at the gym on a regular basis (there are of course other variables at play). I don't know that I have reached some sort of feminist independence or if I just looked ghetto on the treadmill. Perhaps the point is that I got over my own little hurdle and am successfully navigating the sliding scale. Because really, you don't always have to stay at one point right? That's why it's a sliding scale afterall.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I'm Annoying Myself
You know it's bad when you have reached a point when you are annoying yourself.
I'm annoyed at all of this medical hoopla that really isn't hoopla, it's probably necessary, but I'm tired of going to the health center, and I'm tired of appointments, and I'm tired of peeing into cups. I guess I'd be really tired if I was dead though and should just be thankful I have health insurance in this day, age, and economy. I'm still sick of peeing in cups though.
I'm annoyed that every day of my life has to be full of drama. Like if I'm not going to the health center, I have to lose my wallet that day. What you say? Has there been a revival of the Kristen I knew who lost things left and right when she moved to Boston 9 years ago? Missing keys? Check the taxi she took home from the bar last night. Missing wallet? Yes, today in the pizza shop where I got take out on Tuesday night.
It's not like I'm overly busy right now or that I have a lot going on. I just have going ons - I've been much more preoccupied at other times! I need to get my act together. In the meantime I'm exhausting myself with all of my own drama.
I'm annoyed at all of this medical hoopla that really isn't hoopla, it's probably necessary, but I'm tired of going to the health center, and I'm tired of appointments, and I'm tired of peeing into cups. I guess I'd be really tired if I was dead though and should just be thankful I have health insurance in this day, age, and economy. I'm still sick of peeing in cups though.
I'm annoyed that every day of my life has to be full of drama. Like if I'm not going to the health center, I have to lose my wallet that day. What you say? Has there been a revival of the Kristen I knew who lost things left and right when she moved to Boston 9 years ago? Missing keys? Check the taxi she took home from the bar last night. Missing wallet? Yes, today in the pizza shop where I got take out on Tuesday night.
It's not like I'm overly busy right now or that I have a lot going on. I just have going ons - I've been much more preoccupied at other times! I need to get my act together. In the meantime I'm exhausting myself with all of my own drama.
Monday, August 4, 2008
I Won't Bore You with My Medical News
But the truncated version involves 2 barium 'smoothies' drunk from a straw over a 90 minute period, an active gag reflex that almost kept me from finishing the tasty treats, a collapsed vein when they went to do the IV for the CT scan, and a report saying there's nothing wrong with me. Murphy's Law.
Anyhow, in the sad state of the world today I wanted to share this from the Boston Police Department Blog (just trying to stay on top of what's happening in the Dot folks!). I don't know how to feel about this...discouraged, sad, apprehensive, disgusted?
Armed Robbery Turned Bad for 15-Year-Old Suspect
At approximately 11:37AM yesterday, August 3, 2008, officers from District C-11 (Dorchester) responded to 311 Geneva Ave. for a stabbing.
On arrival, officers were met by the victim who was suffering from a stab wound to the chest. The victim was immediately given medical attention by EMS who was on scene. On scene, officers also observed a young female sitting in a chair inside the store crying with blood on the side of her face. Based on the appearance of this young woman, officers believed her to be the victim of the assault also and asked her what happened. The young woman responded to officers and stated, “I stabbed him.” Officers immediately stopped all questioning and administered Miranda warnings to the suspect and again asked her what happened. The suspect then told officers, “I was trying to rob him, and I panicked and stabbed him.”
The suspect, a 15-year-old female juvenile from Dorchester was arrested and charged Attempted Armed Robbery and Assault and Battery by Means of a Dangerous Weapon. The victim was transported to Boston Medical Center with non-life threatening injuries and the suspect was evaluated before being transported back to the station for booking.
Anyhow, in the sad state of the world today I wanted to share this from the Boston Police Department Blog (just trying to stay on top of what's happening in the Dot folks!). I don't know how to feel about this...discouraged, sad, apprehensive, disgusted?
Armed Robbery Turned Bad for 15-Year-Old Suspect
At approximately 11:37AM yesterday, August 3, 2008, officers from District C-11 (Dorchester) responded to 311 Geneva Ave. for a stabbing.
On arrival, officers were met by the victim who was suffering from a stab wound to the chest. The victim was immediately given medical attention by EMS who was on scene. On scene, officers also observed a young female sitting in a chair inside the store crying with blood on the side of her face. Based on the appearance of this young woman, officers believed her to be the victim of the assault also and asked her what happened. The young woman responded to officers and stated, “I stabbed him.” Officers immediately stopped all questioning and administered Miranda warnings to the suspect and again asked her what happened. The suspect then told officers, “I was trying to rob him, and I panicked and stabbed him.”
The suspect, a 15-year-old female juvenile from Dorchester was arrested and charged Attempted Armed Robbery and Assault and Battery by Means of a Dangerous Weapon. The victim was transported to Boston Medical Center with non-life threatening injuries and the suspect was evaluated before being transported back to the station for booking.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Someday I'll Look Back
...and talk about those few years I lived in the city in my house. And I'll remember the good times. And then I'll remember how annoyed I can get at living in an urban neighborhood.
Yesterday we took out a TON of recycling because it was monsooning last week at recycle time so we didn't take it out. We had 4 bags + the regular blue bucket full of recycling. We diligently sorted it because we don't have single stream recycling here.
So later on when I left for work I go out, and the people who come to collect 5 cent bottles had been through. Not only did they leave a mess all over the sidewalk and the street but they threw the recycling they didn't want into the garbage cans. Pissed off, I then went and picked it all back out.
So that'll teach them. I wasn't turning in the 5 cent bottles because it wasn't worth the dollar. Suddenly that dollar has taken on a new importance.
Yesterday we took out a TON of recycling because it was monsooning last week at recycle time so we didn't take it out. We had 4 bags + the regular blue bucket full of recycling. We diligently sorted it because we don't have single stream recycling here.
So later on when I left for work I go out, and the people who come to collect 5 cent bottles had been through. Not only did they leave a mess all over the sidewalk and the street but they threw the recycling they didn't want into the garbage cans. Pissed off, I then went and picked it all back out.
So that'll teach them. I wasn't turning in the 5 cent bottles because it wasn't worth the dollar. Suddenly that dollar has taken on a new importance.
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