Fight or Flight

would make an excellent name for a band.

GOOD NEWS of the day: the prodigal roommate has returned, rolling off the bus and into my open arms and an evening of new friends and fun. Hooray!

RESTAURANT RECOMMENDATION of the day: Sel de la Terre. Don't we love the new, the old, and the old-but-new? We visited the newest Boylston Street location (sandwiched between L'espalier, with which ownership is shared, and some uber-swanky place with no-to-low lighting and lots of windows through which I have only ever spotted super rich looking people wining and not smiling.) They've got bicycles hanging from the ceiling in the bar area (I don't know why, but I do know that I would love to take one home to ride and not waste on ceiling art) and an upstairs dining area that is done up in a clean, masculine kind of way. By restaurant recommendation, I suppose I'm stretching it, as I didn't have anything but ice water and coffee... Heh. But I hear some German Riesling was orgasmic, as well as a red that someone else was drinking, as well as their mojito (which I did sip and, yes, it was refreshing.) Unfortunately, we had just eaten before we got there (the original plans, as far as I knew, did not include dinner) so it wasn't food that I was interested in; and alcohol is a no-no; so that leaves me with strictly and purely enjoying the company of new people and trying to guess what kind of company the private event people in the tables over worked for. I can also recommend the place if only for our server, Jack, who reunited with my roommate from many moons ago, and thus treated us to some cheese and hummus appetizer thing and was super smiley and attentive, even though we were a late crowd (boo! from the perspective of restaurant staff) and weren't all eating dinner (double booooo!)

Spring/summer is definitely in the air. Of course we will have all but five days of "spring" before a permanent sheen of perspiration glazes our bodies for months. Does a place exist where the four seasons get a fair share of the spotlight? I suppose geologically (astronomically?) nothing can be done of the imbalance but we all know everyone's favorite seasons are fall and spring so why deny us of enjoying it for an extended period of time? I suppose they are made more special by their temporariness, like all things exclusive and luxe. It's rather aggravating, though. We go from "Holy cow, it's freezing" to "Motherf-er, I'm so stinkin' hottttt" in no time at all. Is no one with me on this? Maybe I just complain too much.

There's so much to discuss this week!

• Phillip Markoff and his suspension from BU (because, why expel a murderer from your university when you can give him the same punishment doled out to those who may have only failed a class one semester or was caught smoking a joint?)
• Susan Boyle and how... not great... her singing talent is
• Marco Abarca flying from Oaxaca to Boston next week for his exhibition opening and how many are not as willing to welcome him with as open arms - I guess a pleasant smile will do. Are we at that point where we need to quarantine ourselves, or at the very least start wearing surgical masks? When do we collectively decide that's fashionable to do? Asian people do it all the time but they have an excuse - you know, China and their pollution problems.
  

At least Obama is in good health. Amen.